The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Feeling the gloves connected to his flesh and blood, as if they were a part of his body, Fang Xun felt extremely satisfied.

Then, his heart moved, and a pair of gloves suddenly glowed.

Then the left glove turned into "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night" with a sinister evil spirit.

In his right hand, he held a Narcissus Knife that was as thin as silk and shone with a brilliant blue light, which was extremely beautiful.

The next moment, the knife and the sword merged into one, turning into a sword with a blue body and a jade ring carved on the hilt. It was Ren Piaomiao's unparalleled sword!
Just like that, the magic weapon changed into various weapons that Fang Xun had seen before, including swords, spears, swords and sticks.

He was like a child who got a new toy and had a lot of fun playing with it.

After a while, the magic weapon returned to the form of gloves and covered Fang Xun's hands.

Fang Xun looked at his pair of black palms with satisfaction in his eyes. He turned to look at Yan Sanqian and said, "Thank you, Master Yan. This magic weapon is very much to my liking."

Yan Sanqian looked at the black gloves and was also amazed.

"In my opinion, your magic weapon is far from the limit. You can continue to collect other magic weapons in the future and smelt them with your "Secret Record of Fusion of Souls". It is not impossible to reach a level comparable to the weapons of gods and demons!"

Fang Xun nodded: "No matter what, I have to thank Master Yan. I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to ask!"

Yan Sanqian didn't act pretentiously and just laughed.

"A favor from the Black Hand Sword is a big win for me, Yan. The magic weapon is done. My Lord, can you give it a name?"

Fang Xun looked at the pair of black gloves on his hands, thought for a moment and then said.

"I have learned a lot of martial arts, and one of them is very extensive. This magic weapon is also ever-changing, so let's call it Wanxiang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light suddenly appeared on the gloves, and it turned into "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night".

The sword made a clear sound, and it seemed to be very satisfied with the name. Fang Xun gently stroked the sword, and he was afraid that he had never been so tender and affectionate when he stroked Yu Jiaolong's body before.

Soon, the spring rain in the small building turned into gloves and was put on again. Fang Xun bowed to Yan Sanqian and said, "Master Yan, the situation in the capital is urgent, so I will not stay any longer."

Yan Sanqian nodded and said, "Business is more important. I wish you a safe journey."

The strange phenomenon outside the mountain slowly dissipated, and in the cloudless sky, the wooden kite flashed again.

Fang Xun sat cross-legged behind the wooden kite, looking towards Shuntian Prefecture and sneered, "Only a fool would go to the capital to fight for the court!"

The wooden kite spread its wings, and when it flew a hundred miles away from Jianlu Mountain, it suddenly turned and flew towards the south of the Yangtze River.

Fang Xun's mind was also immersed in the martial arts hall.

Earth, North America, below the Tower of God.

This is a newly built underground palace hundreds of feet deep in the ground by Half God.

Although it is located underground, the pure white floor, walls and ceiling flicker with a faint fluorescent light, illuminating this underground space.

There was a white jade altar standing in the center of the underground palace, with two drops of blood emanating from the dragon's might suspended in the air above it. Ten feet away from it, there were nine blood pools forming a circle.

There are also mysterious lines carved on the floor, forming a circular magic circle.

There is fresh blood in the blood pool, but it has no bloody smell. Instead, it is filled with the fragrance of life.

Fang Xun and Half-God were seen sitting cross-legged on either side of the altar. After looking at each other, they immediately activated their profound skills and injected their true energy into the patterns on the ground.

hum-

Along with a slight sound, the patterns of the magic circle glowed with fluorescence, and wisps of earth energy manifested as white mist that spread out.

Nine blood pools drew out nine blood lines, which merged with the two drops of dragon essence blood on the white jade altar.

Suddenly, it turned into a ball of blood.

Fang Xun and Banbianshen held their breath and concentrated their minds, focusing their attention on controlling the magic circle.

These days, the two have already discussed a set of alternative cloning plans that can be implemented in reality.

Those important scientific instruments and equipment were replaced by magical instruments and rituals, and the energy required was drawn from the earth's veins and supplemented by the two people's true essence to drive it.

Fang Xun found this formation from the memory information that Xue Linlang gave him. In the current world, if Xue Mo Dao claims to be second to none in the study of Qi, blood, and body, I'm afraid no one dares to say they are first.

Fortunately, this is inside the martial arts hall, and during non-combat times, many things can appear out of thin air.

Otherwise, it would take at least ten days just to set up a magic circle, not to mention collecting materials and the necessary blood and essence.

However, the experimental results were never ideal and needed to be redesigned, but it can be considered as progress each time.

The two were not discouraged. Scientific research is like creating a new martial art. It would be strange if it works on the first try. Success is built on countless failures.

Moreover, these failures were not in vain for Fang Xun.

Through each experiment, he was trying to comprehend the way of life from the perspective of scientific materialism.

These days, he has gained a deeper understanding of Nuwa's Taoism and the martial arts insights given by Xue Linlang, and his strength is slowly improving imperceptibly.

Initially he just wanted to create a body for Yuan Tiangang, but now in the actual practice, he has unknowingly become addicted to this alternative scientific enlightenment.

The dragon essence blood eagerly swallowed the nine blood lines that were formed by the convergence of essence blood. Gradually, the blood clot began to grow larger, and after obtaining sufficient nutrition, it began to undergo cell differentiation.

Fang Xun and Banbianshen were completely focused, not daring to be distracted for even a moment, and beads of sweat covered their foreheads.

Since Half God's high-tech equipment could not be used, the two of them had to roll up their sleeves themselves.

Relying on magic arrays to carry out nano-scale precision operations, they activated the gene sequences of the Dragon Essence Blood Essence to carry out cell division and differentiation. It would not be a mistake to say that the two of them are human-shaped lithography machines.

If there is even the slightest error in the operation, all previous efforts will be wasted.

As time slowly passed, the blood clot continued to grow and become stronger, and the bones, muscles, and internal organs slowly took shape.

About half an hour later, the blood clot finally grew into a young man's body and fell on the altar.

The young man closed his eyes tightly. Although his blood and energy were abundant, even not inferior to the Zhenwu land immortal, he had no consciousness at all.

Fang Xun and Banbianshen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looked at the body on the altar, and sighed.

"Failed again."

Not only did the young man's facial features appear crooked, he was also missing an eye, and his head was three times larger than that of an average person.

In addition, his hands and legs were of different lengths, and one of his hands and one of his feet was even missing several fingers.

Yuan Tiangang would rather die than take over this kind of body.

The half-god looked at the deformed body, and the half of his face filled with flesh and blood frowned.

"No, although our operation precision is high, we are still no match for machines in nano-level operations. The formation needs to be further improved. If we have a supercomputer as a central support, the precision can be improved to a higher level."

After hearing this, Fang Xun pondered for a while and said.

"You know that it is impossible to build a supercomputer in reality within a hundred years. We can only use a magical instrument that can accurately calculate data as a substitute."

The Demigod nodded and said, "From what I know, in your world, many of the magic tools of the Celestial Mystery Sorcerers have computing functions, and their computing speed and accuracy are no less than that of home computers in the early 21st century."

Fang Xun's frown deepened: "But it's probably not easy to get a magic tool that can assist in nanometer-level precision calculations, wait..."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, wait for me for a moment, I will be back soon!"

The Demigod shrugged. "Don't worry. I'm free anyway. I have plenty of time to wait for you."

Soon, Fang Xun withdrew from the arena and returned to the training ground, looking at the name of "King Yan" on the sixth gate.

"It is decided that it is you, all ten directions will be destroyed!"

If even this divine weapon forged by Fuxi himself cannot satisfy his requirements, then I am afraid there are few magical weapons in reality that can satisfy him.

The next moment, he pushed open the sixth door without hesitation. (End of this chapter)