Eternal Gate

Refining Pavilion.

Time passed by.

Huang Xie had sneaked into the inner hall several times, his face was even more ugly once, and he kicked the door quite a lot. He wanted to ask Master, I was a little short of thunder and lightning, and I couldn't compare to Ji Hen.

If you really ask me this way, Ou Jiandao’s response should be more pertinent: except that you look better than Ji Hen, compared to him... you really have no advantages, the bed is cool, go to bed early!

"But I can hold it." In the underground palace, Old Ouyang took a sip of wine.

"It's okay." Zhao Yun wiped his sweat, his face turned pale, Ouyang Lao Dao was polishing the golden knife, his task had become to maintain the knife body, thunder and lightning can not be pulled, but must be controlled well.

This sword, such a practice, really can't do it alone.

As for him, it should be an exception, he can try to practice this way when in the Ksitigarbha realm.

"It's good to have Wuhun!" Old Ouyang sighed again.

If I change Huang Xie to do this job, I don't know if I have fainted a few times.

Therefore, looking for Ji Hen is the most suitable. This kid can not only fight and resist, but also his endurance. The most important thing is the refining technique, which is so strong that he is shocked. You know, this guy is the Xuanyang realm! If you go to the Ksitigarbha realm with a spelling tool of the same level, I am afraid that no one can take him.

Gudong!

Zhao Yun started to pour spiritual liquid, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

lb! when!

Old Ouyang still carried the thunder hammer, striking again and again.

The so-called hard work comes in this way.

Since sharpening the knife body, Ouyang Lao Dao has hammered more than a thousand times. Just one thousand times is nothing. You have to control the strength and the intensity of lightning. If a hammer is not good, it will crack the knife body, such as alchemy. This is a technical job, but also countless trials.

Human energy is limited.

Becoming a refiner is destined to neglect martial arts.

The talented evildoer is like Zhao Yun, and he is also struggling with the training tool. Previously, it was a very correct choice to give up the alchemy line. To spend too much time in martial arts, I am afraid that none of them will not be able to cultivate at the peak. The Moon God said that greed is too much to chew, which still makes sense.

The night fell quietly.

This night, for Zhao Yun and Ouyang Lao Dao, was a great torment.

Such suffering comes from mental exhaustion.

And Zhao Yun, it was the fatigue of the martial soul, to a certain limit, it was more painful, his mind was a little dizzy, and a lot of bloodshot eyes were carved in his eyes. If you really want to bite the bullet, both of them will damage the foundation.

"Eat him."

Old Ouyang brushed his hand, and a purple pill flew out.

Zhao Yun took it casually, recognizing this pill, which was the three-stripe soul pill, focusing on replenishing his spirit.

Naturally, it can also be used to nourish Wuhun.

As he swallowed his mouth, he suddenly felt a sense of coolness, and the tired martial soul was much more comfortable.

Old Ouyang also stuffed one, and thunderbolt hammered more vigorously, "Say if you can't hold it."

"It's okay." Zhao Yun said, standing still again.

Refining tools are like pill refining.

Stop at this moment, the golden sword may not crack or explode, but the rank will be greatly reduced. He is also a craftsman, Ouyang knows well, he naturally understands, with short hands, dead skin and face have to hold on, crafting materials It's not easy to find, but it can't be wasted.

Old Ouyang smiled softly and said nothing.

Next, let's not be distracted.

Although it was a collaborative refining tool, the pressure he was under was far stronger than Zhao Yun. Every time a hammer was hit, his spirit would hurt. Although it was a golden sword, it was no different from hitting him mentally.

Well...!

For a moment, Zhao Yun snorted.

If there is no pressure, it is false.

Every time Ouyang Old Dao hit, his martial soul would be shaken.

The bad thing is the spirit of martial arts, if he was still at the spiritual level, he would have been shaken to death long ago.

The cultivation level is not enough, so I have time to gather.

Like his Long Yuan, he used time for energy and spent a lot of time polishing to make up for his innate shortcomings. If Long Yuan had done it in one go, he would be stronger and more domineering than he is now.

After groaning, he ran the Wash Soul Yihunjing.

While refining tools, while forging soul.

Even if there is no thunder and lightning, the martial soul can be exercised, but the effect is much weaker. The martial soul is shaken by Ouyang Lao Dao’s thunder hammer again and again. Po Yi Soul Sutra is complementary to each other.

"Can you still exercise your martial soul?"

Old Ouyang was shocked again, shocked Zhao Yun's soul forging secret technique, and also shocked Zhao Yun's qualifications.

What about this refiner? Can you do two things at once?

"Can you aim and hit it again." Zhao Yun grinned.

Just a moment ago, a thunder and lightning from Ouyang Lao Dao hit his feet completely.

Old Ouyang laughed dryly, and hurriedly calmed down.

lb! when!

The clang in the underground palace is slow and rhythmic.

The gasping sound in the underground palace is also exceptionally clear. What do those who don't know think so?

Hum!

When night fell, I heard the hum of the sword.

It is finished, the golden sword is finished, and the bright light of the sword shines on the golden palace.

Zhao Yun's legs were soft, and he was sitting there.

After refining a knife for three days, his face was as pale as paper, with bloodshot eyes.

"it is good."

Old Ouyang staggered, holding a golden knife in his hand, and exclaiming loudly.

Zhao Yun took a breath before raising his eyes to look.

The golden sword is really dazzling, and its texture is quite strange, like a dragon, like a living one, you can still hear the dragon's groin in a vague way. This is caused by the material of the refining tool. In addition, it is the body of the sword, which can be described as sword energy It shot all around, buzzed, and two thunder breaths lingered, thunder and lightning tore, looking at it, it was bluffing, let alone its power, and it was cut down with a single knife, afraid that few people could hold it.

puff!

Old Ouyang took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the body of the knife.

The golden knife buzzed, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and it was burned into knife energy by the hot air.

"Good knife." Old Ouyang laughed again.

Since he refining weapons, he has produced many good weapons, such as this...it should be the pinnacle.

In a sense, this was not done by him alone.

Without Ji Hen's help, he would not be able to achieve this level.

"Tianlei cast, named Tianlei."

"Come."

Old Ouyang smiled and threw the golden knife over.

Since the two did it, Ji Hen had to appreciate their masterpiece.

It happened that Zhao Yun got up and took it casually.

However, he underestimated the weight of the golden sword before he stood up and sat there again smashed.

"Good knife." Zhao Yun looked at it over and over again. It was indeed a fierce weapon.

"Compared to your sword, it's almost." Old man Ouyang smiled.

Zhao Yun does not deny this.

His Long Yuan was made of meteorite from the outer world, and there were gaps in the material. With the addition of lightning polishing all day long, as well as the tempering of Zi Lei's soldier crystal and the blessing of Dunjia Tianzi, ordinary weapons were incomparable.

After watching for a long time, he returned the knife.

When he was done, he clutched his old waist and went to get the baby.

The so-called baby is that piece of Nine Sun Profound Iron, which has long been optimistic.

"You kid, you're not stupid!"

Old Ouyang was in pain for a while, and he was reluctant to use it for a long time.

Zhao Yun didn't care about this or that, he took it and stuffed it into the Lord of the Rings.

"See you."

Zhao Yun laughed, waved his hand and slipped out of the underground palace, for fear that the old man would regret it.

In fact, Ouyang Lao Dao really regretted it, and he was holding his chest and chirping crookedly?