"Destroyed?"

opened his mouth and was a little stunned.

Being able to destroy a two-star true treasure, how fierce was that battle!

"That's right!"

It seems that because of the mention of the past, the Stegosaurus Ancestor also had some emotion: "If it weren't for that great battle, the vitality of the sect would not have fallen to the point it is now." ”

Indeed, compared to its heyday a thousand years ago, the Infernal Sword Gate has indeed declined a lot, a lot.

"After I go back, I can give it a try, but Ancestor, you have to be mentally prepared, the sword-shaped true treasure is difficult to refine successfully because of the strong sword qi, and I am not very sure. ”

The sword-shaped true treasure is indeed difficult to refine, even if Zhang Ji personally makes a move, it is difficult to succeed in one of the five materials. But if you try your best, you should still have a chance.

The refining weapon is also like a marching battle, one blow, declining, three and exhaustion, if the refining five times fails, he himself will be completely discharged. In this case, it is generally necessary to wait for ten years, and after the spirit and spirit have recovered to their peak again, they will try again.

However, in this case, it would be an astronomical amount to waste the value of those refining materials.

The Stegosaurus Ancestor was already very satisfied that he could get such an answer, where there were any unnecessary complaints, and the two of them left together.

About half a month later, Nanmeng Zhenren sent three refining materials, as well as a fist-sized 10,000-year-old pear yang wood, and a hundred refining materials requested by Zhang Ji. These are the basic refining materials needed to refine the Cold Star Glazed Sword, and they can be regarded as seeing the opportunity and collecting them.

Another thing is that in the end, Nanmeng Zhenren still didn't make up his mind to open the cultivation method to Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji naturally held an indifferent attitude and began to refine on his own.

The exercises practiced by the real people of Nanmeng. It is a yin poison technique such as the Nanban poison cup, so the true treasure naturally wants to be biased towards this side.

After some careful deletion, Zhang Ji chose a two-star true treasure called the poison cup scimitar, relatively speaking, the refining of this real treasure is easier, and it is more suitable for Nanmeng real people.

The so-called poison cup scimitar is actually to collect 7749 kinds of essences and poison sacs that clutch poisons, and then apply the method of cupping and killing each other to obtain a powerful poison. Then seal it in a container, and it is a powerful real treasure.

Zhang Ji hadn't refined this treasure before, so he was also trying this time.

In a huge basement, there are 7749 huge stone pits, and each stone pit has a corresponding poison, scorpions, toads, centipedes, poisonous snakes, spiders...... , countless terrible poisons surge and climb, and the hearts of those who watch it are cold.

Zhang Ji sat on the high platform in the center with his eyes closed, not in the slightest frightened by the terrifying scene around him. He just waited quietly for the poison to kill each other, and then the poison that could be used to refine the weapon appeared.

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

......

As the days passed, the poison in the pit gradually decreased, and finally only one of the most powerful remained.

There was pus running down his body. Purple toad covered with lumps of flesh.

A black python with scales as fine iron and the thickness of a bucket.

The tail hook flashes with a dark green light, and there are many green scorpions with many belly eyes that make people dare to do so.

......

Zhang Ji slowly opened his eyes, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. A powerful aura poured out quickly, breaking all the prohibitions and rolling up all the angry poison kings in the stone pit. They were all thrown into a black mire, prepared in advance.

"Snort......!"

"Boom! roar......!"

As a corrosive sound sounded, a heart-wrenching scream floated in the basement, shocking and incomparably incomparable.

After another half a month passed, Zhang Ji's first refining unfortunately failed.

In the final analysis, he is not a poison cultivator after all, and he is still too unfamiliar with those poisons, which directly leads to the conflict of aura in the back, and the refining weapon inevitably fails.

However, this was only the first time, and Zhang Ji's confidence was not greatly damaged, and after making some adjustments, he started his second refining attempt.

One day, one month, one year!

It wasn't until a year and two months later that the dusty door of the underground secret room finally made a rumbling sound.

"Coming out?"

Nanmeng Zhenren, who had been guarding outside the basement and had never left a step, suddenly became nervous.

In the past year or so, he has seen with his own eyes the appearance of an amazing vision rising, phoenixes and birds singing in unison, dragons and turtles flying, like a fairyland. He had also seen the gray air with his own eyes, and the scene looked very depressing.

This is refining his own treasure, and Nanmeng Zhenren's mind has always been involved.

"Nanmeng senior!"

Zhang Ji, who was wearing a cloak, slowly walked out of the basement, and smiled a little unexpectedly after seeing Nanmeng Zhenren.

"Zhang Daoyou, can the real treasure be successfully refined?" Nanmeng Zhenren glanced at Zhang Ji, who was a little embarrassed, and said with a look of nervousness.

"Naturally, it was a success!"

Zhang Ji smiled confidently, waved his hand lightly on his waist, and a dark green light jumped out and landed in front of Nanmeng Zhenren, but it was a black, round, box-like treasure. Although this treasure looks unremarkable, the aura it exudes makes it impossible for everyone to underestimate him.

That's right, this is the poison cup scimitar, a powerful true treasure at the two-star level.

"Is this the true treasure refined by Zhang Daoyou?"

Nanmeng Zhenren looked at the eyes of the poison cup scimitar, as if he had seen a rare treasure, and he loved it very much. With his strength and vision, he can naturally see that this treasure is very suitable for him.

"This thing is called the poison cup scimitar, which is refined from the essence of seven hundred and forty-nine kinds of poisons, and if you use the aura to urge, you can release a highly poisonous scimitar against the enemy, which is extremely fast and powerful. I think Nanmeng's seniors should be satisfied. ”

At this time, Zhang Ji's voice suddenly sounded.

"Poison cup scimitar?"

Nanmeng Zhenren muttered excitedly, and then a powerful aura gushed out, and the poison cup scimitar immediately floated a cold light, only to hear a sound of breaking the air, a black scimitar the size of a thumb, breaking through the air, and everywhere it went, there was no grass, and the poisonous gas was pervasive, which was really amazing.

"Good! good!"

Nanmeng Zhenren looked overjoyed, and bowed down without hesitation to thank: "Zhang Daoyou's stunt really makes Nan admire." If Brother Zhang doesn't mind, he might as well stay for a few more days, so that Nan can fulfill the friendship of the landlord!"

The refining master who can refine a two-star true treasure is enough for him to pull down his identity and make friends. (To be continued......)