One emperor

Chapter 223

Following the sound of Zhang Boqian's voice, Zen Master Fudo stopped, stood on the spot and looked at Zhang Boqian who was rushing all the way from far to near, with a look of suspicion on his face.

The Zhang family brothers finally came to their senses at this time, and with a move in their hearts, they naturally understood who the senior Zhang Boqian was talking about, but they couldn't believe it, because Ye Dong was refining weapons now, so how could he know that Zen master Fudo was coming? And to go?
Not to mention them, even Zhang Xuefeng, who was concentrating on the sword that was about to take shape in Ye Dong's hand, was startled when he suddenly heard Ye Dong speak.

Refining equipment and refining medicine not only taboo against being disturbed by others, but also taboo against distraction, but at the last moment, Ye Dong closed his eyes first, and now he opened his mouth to speak again, and what he said was to ask Zhang Boqian to help him keep it. Stay with that Zen master who does not move!

All this gave Zhang Xuefeng a new understanding of Ye Dong's cultivation level, and naturally made up his mind to maintain a good relationship with Ye Dong at all costs!
Panting, Zhang Boqian ran in front of Fudo Chan Master, just about to speak, but Fudo Chan Master smiled and waved his hands and said: "Don't worry, I won't go!"

The simple six words made Zhang Boqian feel relieved. He quickly took two deep breaths, calmed his breathing, and then said: "Master, a senior asked me to tell you that he wants to I will meet with you, I hope you can agree."

Zen Master Fudo smiled and asked, "Which senior is it?"

"This..." Zhang Boqian hesitated, because he didn't know how to introduce Ye Dong, so he could only look to his father for help.

Zhang Liansheng hurried over and said, "Master, it was this senior who showed up in time to save the family ancestor from danger. However, he is currently refining the weapon under the guidance of the Patriarch, and he can't leave him for a while, so he probably sent the dog to pass the message."

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Liansheng continued: "This junior has the courage to say that if the master can meet this senior, it will definitely not be a bad thing!"

This is what Zhang Liansheng said in his heart. He is thinking about Ye Dong, Dabei Temple, and his own Zhang family. With Ye Dong's achievements, he will definitely be a figure that various forces will vie for in the future. He naturally hoped that Dabei Temple could become friends with Ye Dong sooner, so that his Zhang family would also gain a lot of glory!

Strong alliances have great benefits!
"Oh?" Zen Master Fudo raised his eyebrows, obviously a little tempted, and nodded after a moment of contemplation: "Okay, then I will bother you for a while, and wait for this benefactor."

The three members of the Zhang family were overjoyed when they heard the words, hurriedly and courteously crowded Zen Master Fudo back into the hall, waiting for Ye Dong to appear.

Zen master Fudo's self-cultivation is indeed excellent. After sitting down, he closed his eyes, fiddled with the beads in his hand again, and continued to recite scriptures silently, as if nothing outside could disturb him.

Ye Dong, who had been following Zen Master Fudo's movements all the time, was also relieved, and at this moment, the sword was almost fully formed, so he also collected his mind and concentrated on the final finishing work.

At the same time, Zhang Xuefeng's eyes widened naturally, and he looked at the blood-colored sword without blinking. The blade and hilt were one piece, but it was divided into eighteen sections!
Suddenly, Zhang Xuefeng vaguely saw a small red light flying out of Ye Dong's palm, and directly merged into the sword.

But because the sword itself is red, and the Ziyan Dragon Fire is also purple, so Zhang Xuefeng didn't see it very clearly, and even vaguely suspected that his eyes were dazzled.

However, this red light suddenly caused a flash of light in his head, and he suddenly remembered that this sword made by Ye Dong was a rather peculiar sword, what exactly did it look like!

This thought made the face of Zhang Xuefeng, who was over a hundred years old, show a look of horror. At this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly permeated from the sword, and this aura was faintly mixed with countless tears. The heart-piercing wailing sound, like sharp steel needles, pierced Zhang Xuefeng's ears overwhelmingly!
"what!"

Zhang Xuefeng suddenly screamed, as if he had seen a ghost, his face showed fear, his hands covered his ears, he staggered back a few big steps, and almost leaned against the gate.

At this time, the facial features on his face had been completely distorted together, his eyes were blood red, staring at the bloody sword that had left Ye Dong's palm and slowly floated into the air!

Above the sword, a blood mist that covered the sky and the sun rose unexpectedly, and in the blood mist, countless huge shadows with hideous and terrifying appearances, like demons and gods, were struggling hard, as if they wanted to escape from this area. Blood mist!
Gradually, Zhang Xuefeng suddenly felt that he was also deeply trapped in this blood mist, and this made him even more panicked, and hurriedly began to twist his body, trying to escape from this irreversible blood mist.

At this moment, a voice sounded like a thunderbolt in Zhang Xuefeng's ear: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you!"

This is Ye Dong's voice, and when his voice sounded, Zhang Xuefeng only felt that the blood mist in front of him receded quickly like a tide, and the evil spirits and demon gods in the blood mist were naturally swept by the blood mist. Disappear quickly!
Blinking his eyes vigorously, Zhang Xuefeng suddenly found that he was still standing beside Ye Dong, there was no blood mist or ghost in front of his eyes, only a blood-colored sword floating quietly in the air and exuding scorching heat!
"Me, what's wrong with me?" Zhang Xuefeng was tongue-tied, completely confused about what happened just now, and whether the scenes he saw were real or just hallucinations.

Ye Dongrao looked at him meaningfully and said, "I don't know either, Brother Zhang, just now you seemed to be having a nightmare, suddenly yelling, are you okay?"

"No, it's fine!"

Zhang Xuefeng shook his head vigorously, the suspicion in his heart didn't decrease in the slightest because of Ye Dong's words.

Ye Dong stretched out his hand, and the blood-colored sword in the air immediately fell into his hand obediently, and after looking at it for a long time with satisfaction, he handed the sword to Zhang Xuefeng and said, "Brother Zhang, please help me to see it. Did I refine it successfully?"

Zhang Xuefeng looked at the blood-colored sword that was handed to him, but he didn't dare to reach out to take it. He swallowed quietly, and after a quick glance, the blankness on his face was replaced by shock: "Congratulations brother, this , This is a duster!"

In fact, Zhang Xuefeng didn't need to say it, Ye Dong already knew that he had succeeded by holding this bloody sword that seemed to connect with him.

The biggest difference between a dust device and ordinary weapons is that besides having its own attributes, a small marker will naturally form on a certain part of the dust device. This is what Ye Dong only knew after reading the book for half a month. .

But now there is a small mark like a water drop on the hilt of this sword, which means that it is a first-grade dust weapon!
Of course, besides his own hard work and Ziyan Longhuo, the blood of the blood prison should be the biggest contributor to his success.

Just now Zhang Xuefeng was not dazzled, the flashing red light was the blood of the blood prison!

"Well, brother Ye, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not?" Zhang Xuefeng hesitated to say something.

"Brother Zhang, thanks to your guidance, I was able to refine it successfully. You are like my master, so there is nothing inappropriate to say!"

Zhang Xuefeng nodded, pointed at the blood-colored sword, and said cautiously: "Brother Ye, do you feel that the shape of the sword you refined is very similar to something?"

(End of this chapter)