After Zhen Shi left the Leshen place, he did not return directly to the Instrument Sect. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He went to the calligrapher first.

Standing in front of the pond, he said to the calligrapher, "I want to try again." ”

The calligrapher looked at him: "What are you writing this time?"

"It's still the word 'one'. ”

He slowly raised his hand, not holding the pen, but just stretched out his fingertips and swept across the rippling pool water.

Nothing happened.

However, the calligrapher's body shook violently, and his eyes swelled with intense brilliance.

Then, Zhen Shi went to the painting sanctuary again.

Since then, there have been two carp in the pond.

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In the years that followed, more than a dozen testers came to the calligrapher to practice, but none of them were able to write their own words in the water.

One day, Sheng Rong heard a strange rumor, couldn't bear it, came to the calligrapher, and said with a gentle smile: "My artistic conception cultivation has made great progress, and the words written in the pond can be condensed in March. ”

The calligrapher was noncommittal and smiled: "Then leave your words, if you can." ”

Sheng Rong took a deep breath and came to the edge of the pond, and there were many onlookers, who were in awe of him, and they all showed their expectations, hoping that he could create a miracle.

Sheng Rong glanced at everyone, a touch of pride appeared on his face, calmly held the pen, splashed ink, and wrote two words on the pool surface: "Sheng Rong." ”

"Today, I will leave my name here for three months. ”

After writing his name, Sheng Rong felt a huge pride in his heart.

However, the next moment, the word "Sheng Rong" suddenly melted and became blurred, and under an unstoppable force, all the ink gathered together to form a single word:

"One!"

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As the trial progressed, all the remaining trialists successively broke through to the Ten Levels of the Refining Body Realm, and when it came to the stage of refining the Natal Treasure, the Instrument Sect became the most lively place.

The triennial assessment is in full swing.

"The higher the level of the lower grade Xuanbao cast, the greater the success rate of condensing the Natal Xuanbao. ”

"All cultivators in the world must go through this process, and only by creating the best low-grade Xuan Treasure can they forge a better Natal Xuan Treasure. ”

"If you can cast a sixth-order lower-grade Xuanbao, you can condense the natal Xuanbao, but in order to increase the success rate, many people will only retreat after casting a seventh-order lower-grade Xuanbao. ”

Tang Xiaosheng's eyes were blazing, and he actively recorded the scenes that happened here, and he was tired of it, even to the point of obsession.

In the assessment, one by one outstanding low-grade Xuanbao was born, and there were three or four orders for the poor, six or seven orders for the good ones, and even eight orders.

", Hai Dafu actually cast an eighth-order low-grade Xuanbao Mountain Splitting Axe, it's too strong!"

Tang Xiaosheng worked hard to write, and suddenly his brows furrowed, he flipped through the previous records, and his eyes suddenly widened, revealing doubts, "Three years ago, this guy could only cast a fourth-order mountain splitting axe, how could he progress so fast and so big?"

At the moment when everyone thought that the eighth-order lower grade Xuanbao would win the championship, and at the moment when Hai Dafu was ready to accept everyone's cheers, the atmosphere suddenly changed greatly.

One person rushed over, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, majestic, exuding the coercion of the ninth-order lower-grade Xuanbao, instantly overshadowing all the other Xuanbao limelight.

"I am Pang Yunfei, the young master of the Refining Weapon Villa, who has been in retreat for many years, and today I will definitely make a splash, who dares to fight with me!"

Pang Yunfei was full of spirit, with an unbeatable arrogance between his eyebrows, standing tall with a gun, and soaring into the sky.

No one dared to fight.

Everyone knows that it is also the Ten Levels of Refining the Body Realm, and whoever has the better Xuan Treasure is invincible.

Pang Yunfei learned the art of refining weapons in the Refining Villa, coupled with the guidance of the Instrument Sect, and the refining attainments, crushing the heroes and standing out from the crowd.

Pang Yunfei's battle intent boiled, and he turned to Hai Dafu, revealing disdain: "If you are not convinced, just let the horse come, I will let you know who is the number one refiner." ”

Hai Dafu was unhappy in his heart, and raised his eyebrows: "This time, it is you who won, but when it comes to refining first, don't be arrogant, someone is far above you." ”

Pang Yunfei was furious, and said awe-inspiringly: "Don't scream if you can't afford to lose, I'm not the number one refiner, who is?"

Hai Dafu pursed his lips, smiled coldly, raised his hand and pointed to the east: "Ten miles to the east, you can naturally see it, but I am afraid that it will scare you to death." ”

Pang Yunfei was very disdainful, and was about to have a seizure, when Qizong suddenly walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You go and take a look, it may be beneficial to you." ”

Pang Yunfei's heart was shocked, and he secretly thought that there was really a master ten miles to the east?

With great incomprehension, Pang Yunfei ran out of ten miles in one breath, and suddenly there were bursts of fire in front of him, and the air was mixed with the smell of melting dark iron, he grew up in the Refining Weapon Villa, and he was very familiar with this smell.

Someone in front of him was refining weapons.

Pang Yunfei slowed down, walked in, and looked at it, he was completely stunned.

Darkiron flying swords are everywhere!

Like a dense jungle, there are dark iron flying swords stuck in the ground, spreading into the distance, and there are countless of them, and it is impossible to describe everything seen with shock, and the word horror is more appropriate.

"Fifty thousand, no, at least one hundred thousand......" Pang Yunfei swallowed his saliva, revealing shock, and broke into the sword forest alone.

At the edge, all the Xuantie flying swords were only three or four orders, Pang Yunfei disdained, and then walked forward for a mile or two, at this time, the Xuantie flying swords in sight were all five or six orders, and Pang Yunfei was still calm.

As he continued to move forward, he saw thousands of eighth-order and ninth-order Xuantie flying swords at a distance of five miles, and at this time, Pang Yunfei's mood began to become complicated.

He didn't stop, and walked forward for half a mile, at this time, the surrounding Xuantie flying swords were all ninth-order, all of them were high-quality, placed outside, absolutely highly respected, throwing money and scrambling.

The ninth-order Fangtian painting halberd in his hand that he had forged after a lot of hard work was the ninth-order, and as soon as he entered the sword forest of the same grade, he suddenly shook, and he was quite excited.

This is Xuanbao's unique meaning of competition when he meets his opponent.

But it didn't take long for Fang Tian's painting halberd to completely collapse, because in front of it, there was an existence that surpassed it, not one, but thousands of pieces.

It was a Xuantie flying sword that was infinitely close to the tenth order, brilliant and powerful, and it could not be desecrated, and Fang Tian's painting halberd could only surrender.

"How is that possible!"

Pang Yunfei's heart underwent an essential change, and he felt that the boundless and endless horror suddenly surrounded him, as if every Xuantie flying sword on the ground pierced into his body, and the frustration, shock, despair, and terrifying blow hit his brain.

Further on, Pang Yunfei saw a dilapidated thatched house, and in front of the stove, a person was sloppy and was forging a sword.

Suddenly, a near-perfect Xuantie flying sword appeared in the man's hand, but the man looked at it, pondered for a while, and then threw it away like garbage.

The near-perfect Darkiron Flying Sword flew some distance in the air, stabbing into the ground diagonally, becoming a member of the Sword Forest.

Seeing this scene, Pang Yunfei's heart was completely shocked.

"My father once said that there is a supreme state in refining - it is better to see the flowers bloom than to bury the flowers. Could it be that this person has already reached this state?"

Even if he was not convinced, even if he was not angry, after witnessing that man casually threw a near-perfect treasure, all the emotions in Pang Yunfei's heart turned into awe, and he could only worship.

He was completely convinced, and knelt down without hesitation.

"Senior, please accept a disciple as an apprentice and teach me how to refine weapons. He wanted to say it, but he didn't.

The man was so focused, immersed in the mysterious insight, Pang Yunfei didn't want to disturb him, he bowed deeply to the man's back, then turned around and left quietly.