At the same time as the old man of Qijing's voice, Lu Chen waved his hand to withdraw the black heart fire burning on the small sword, opened his mouth and spit out a drop of essence blood, and landed steadily on the small sword.

"Buzz ......"

Haokong Nine Refining Weapon, the last step of the heart sacrifice is completed. The small sword spread out the same earthy yellow halo ripples as the true element of Lu Chen's mana, surging in all directions.

"Whoa......

On the right side, an entire room of cold iron was piled up, and it was scattered from the back room to the outside.

"Smack~"

After finishing his work, Lu Chen grabbed the blue light sword with one hand, and suddenly the whole room was shrouded in the brilliance of blue light.

"Inferior Magic Weapon...... Lu Chen's eyes flashed, and the color of joy was irrepressibly revealed.

After refining the weapon for a year and a half, Lu Chen finally created a low-grade magic weapon with his own hands. Unlike the more than 7,000 flying swords that he took out half a year ago, this small sword has abundant spiritual energy and bursts of cold light, and it is a real low-grade magic weapon flying sword.

This flying sword can be sacrificed and refined as a natal magic weapon, or it can be sacrificed with blood to become a sharp weapon that kills people for thousands of miles, which can be hidden in the divine consciousness and can be connected with the mind.

"A year and a half. The old man of Qijing let out a sigh, and then let out a whisper that was almost unpleasant: "Perverted." ”

After refining the weapon for a year and a half, Lu Chen finally succeeded, and the low-grade magic weapon passed through the body streamer, even if he held it in his hand and did not exert mana, he could feel the eerie cold.

The magic weapon forged by the black evil heart fire is far stronger than the magic weapon refined by ordinary true fire, Lu Chen can be sure that this small sword alone can be listed at the auction house with a starting price of at least 20,000 spirit stones, and it is estimated that there is no problem in selling it for 30,000 or 40,000.

I think that a yellow dragon armor sold at the auction still needed 10,000 spirit stones.

Lu Chen laughed contentedly, threw the little sword towards the room on the side, and didn't look at the little sword again.

For Lu Chen, refining weapons is just the beginning, and the estimated time for refining magic weapons estimated by the old man Qijing has shortened Lu Chen by half, which shows that he does have the talent for refining weapons. So it's impossible to stop at the second.

"If you want to be a master who everyone fears, you must set goals that ordinary people can't even think of. Lu Chen smiled firmly, and muttered, "There is still a year and a half, I don't know if I can try to refine a medium-grade magic weapon?"

In the middle of the sea of knowledge, the old man of Qijing closed his eyes and recuperated, and when he heard Lu Chen's murmuring, he couldn't help but sneer: "Boy, don't be too ambitious, medium-grade magic weapons, unless you break through the Haokong Nine Dozen Methods, it is still honest and proficient in the refining ability of low-grade magic weapons." ”

That being said, but after Qi Jing Lao finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and what he said just now was not a joke, nor did he have the slightest taste of arrogance, but it was like a decisive decision, which seemed extremely solemn.

For the first time, Lu Chen did not refute the old man's words, and with a chuckle, he waved his hand and summoned a few pieces of cold iron, and without saying a word, he attracted the black evil heart fire and began to continue refining.

......

The desolate trees are green and yellow, yellow and green, and the change of spring and autumn is fleeting under the passing clouds. Lu Chen was in retreat in the Demon Wilderness, and another year and a half had passed in the blink of an eye.