The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

The Yangbing Pool, as the name suggests, has the function of nurturing magical weapons.

Every fifty years, for the Weapon Seizing Conference, the Burial Valley would send out invitations, inviting the best warriors from all over the world to gather at the top of the Burial Peak.

Most of them came here without much thought about the mysterious weapon. They came here mainly to take advantage of the effect of the weapon training pool to make their own magic weapons reach a higher level.

Otherwise, the weapon-grabbing conference has lasted for more than three thousand years, and the magic weapon has not been refined, let alone seized.

If it weren't for the miraculous effect of the soldier-raising pool, there would probably be many people willing to waste their time participating in the soldier-grabbing conference.

While the masters who came here gained benefits, the Burial Valley also did not suffer any losses.

This large amount of divine weapon energy blends with that mysterious divine weapon, and also helps in forging and tempering, which is mutually beneficial for both parties.

All the magical weapons that Fang Xun invested in were produced by the Martial Arts Hall.

Young Master Kaiming's Fire-Tipped Spear, Hong Chenxue's Jinghong Sword String and Pi Ye Light, Yuan Xiehuang's Ghostly Demon Knife, Buddha's Inverted Dream and Manjusri Sword, Ying Zheng's Taiyuan Knife, Rakshasa Sect Leader's Soul Devouring, Xuantian Evil Emperor's Guilty Madness and Star Tribulation, Xiang Yu's Nine Nether Thunder Knife, and several weapons of Yin Jiao Zhu Wu.

Fang Xun threw a total of fifteen True Martial Divine Weapons into the weapon breeding pool.

When the others saw this, they were all dumbfounded. They didn't know where this guy got so many magical weapons.

When Yu Zhenming saw this, there was a hint of joy in his expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fang Xun ignored the gazes of others and took out another Broken Cloud Stone and threw it into the soldier training pool.

With a bang, the scarlet magma boiled, and all the divine weapons melted in an instant and merged into one with the Broken Cloud Stone.

With a flash, the weapon training pool bloomed with colorful light, and Fang Xun roughly merged more than a dozen magical weapons into one and prepared to practice again!
Shangguan Wudi, who was far away, had an idea when he saw this, and the knife in the training pool melted instantly. Then he took out a black stone and threw it in, and a chemical reaction occurred immediately.

boom--

But a column of dark light shot up into the sky, attracting everyone's attention, and inside the hot magma, a mass of dark liquid kept changing its shape.

It continuously absorbed the powerful energy contained within the Burial Soldier Peak, as if there was an invisible pair of hands that allowed the liquid to be recast towards the direction of the knife bit by bit.

After being surprised, the others turned their attention back to the soldier training pond in front of them.

However, they were not as heroic as Shangguan Wudi and Fang Xun who shattered their own magical weapons and trained them again. Instead, they used the weapon training pool to refine their own magical weapons.

Fang Xun and Shangguan Wudi were both extremely confident and were not afraid of problems at all, but others did not have that confidence.

If we practice again rashly, we will suffer a great loss if something happens to our own magic weapon.

At the top of the Burial Soldier Peak, rays of spiritual light burst out, vying to be stunning. These magical weapons were interacting with the Qi of the unfinished weapon in the Burial Soldier Valley to temper themselves, and their spirituality was becoming increasingly powerful.

However, the weapons of Fang Xun and Shangguan Wudi pale in comparison. Two beams of light, one black and one colorful, pierced straight into the sky. Their momentum was tit-for-tat, and neither of them was willing to give in.

And Fang Xun probably figured it out. Although it is called a weapon-grabbing conference, it is more about the world's masters using the weapon-raising pool to refine their own magic weapons.

After all, no one knows whether the magic weapon in the Burial Valley can be forged this time. If it is still not completed, there will be nothing for them to grab even if they want to seize the weapon.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the sky over the Valley of the Buried Soldiers remained gloomy, as if it had never changed.

Gradually, it went from day to night and the sky became dark.

Some Zhenwu warriors felt that their magic weapons had been polished to the limit and it was meaningless to stay any longer, so they left early.

But these are only a minority, while most people still remain on the top of the mountain.

Even though many people have realized that their magic weapons have reached a limit and it is difficult to make any further progress, they still stay here and want to polish them for as long as possible to make them as powerful as possible.

However, the spiritual light of Fang Xun and Shangguan Wudi's weapons had not yet reached its peak, and their aura was still rising steadily, causing the others to look at them with envy. At this moment, Fang Xun's eyes suddenly moved, and he looked towards another active volcano in the distance.

Not only him, but the others seemed to have noticed something and turned to look as well.

The flowing lava river on the mountain suddenly stagnated and its color turned into a bright white.

The stagnation lasted only a moment, and the next moment the magma in all the rivers began to flow backwards!

A large amount of magma flowed directly back into the crater.

The volcano looked like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, swallowing up the lava madly.

At the top of the Burial Soldier Peak, the light of the huge magic circle also turned from red to white, and the same was true for the magma in the soldier training pool.

Fang Xun noticed that the pressure emanating from the corpses that seemed to be of gods, demons or strange beasts was getting stronger and stronger.

He and Shangguan Wudi were both fine and didn't think there was anything wrong.

However, many warriors turned pale, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them, and their strength was suppressed a little.

The temperature in the air was getting hotter and hotter, but Fang Xun noticed that Yu Zhenming's expression was ecstatic.

"Great! The magic weapon is about to be completed!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes fixed and they all looked at him.

Fang Xun looked deep in his eyes and asked calmly, "Master Yugu, do you think your sect's previous promise will stand?"

The others also stared at him closely.

If the magic weapon failed, it would be fine. At most, they would just refine the weapon and then go back to their own homes.

But if the magic weapon is successful this time, we must snatch it.

This magical weapon was forged over three thousand years ago, and it is suspected that it has been absorbing the essence of the flesh and blood of the corpses of gods and demons over the past three thousand years.

If it can really be successful, even if it is not as good as the weapons of gods and demons, it is expected to be not much different.

Moreover, the Burial Valley has made it clear that whoever can make the magical soldiers recognize their master will be followed by the entire group.

It depends on whether Yu Zhenming recognizes this promise.

Facing everyone's deep gazes, Yu Zhenming took a deep breath and then slowly spoke.

"Since I have made a promise before, I cannot deny it. Whoever can make the magic weapon recognize him as their master will be the master of all the people in my Burial Valley!"

Suddenly, all pairs of eyes became hot.

Shangguan Wudi's face was unusually calm, and he simply asked, "Master Yugu, what are the rules for the next military seizure meeting?"

Li Cunyi and his group, who were three miles away from him, also echoed him.

"That's right. It's impossible for all of us to rush in and whoever can get the magic weapon will get it."

"The magic weapon has spirits. How to make it recognize its master? There must be a rule, right?"

The eyes of the other groups were also full of inquiry, and the eyes of the other groups looking at the top of the mountain were also full of vigilance, guarding against someone who was not abiding by the martial ethics and was about to attack. (End of this chapter)