Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 70 Seven Days Refining Equipment
"Boss, this is what you ordered me to buy. The storage bag is filled with the things you ordered me to buy. The storage ring is filled with spirit stones exchanged for millions of silver. There are also some formations. I put the materials in my bedroom, if you want them later, tell me."

Inside the house, Wang Chuyuan took out a storage bag and a storage ring from his arms, and handed them to Jian Fengyun.

"Well, very good, but I asked you to come in because I have something special to tell you!" Jian Fengyun nodded and said.

"Something special?" Wang Chuyuan's chubby face showed doubts in his two eyeballs.

Jian Fengyun's face was serious, he looked at Wang Chuyuan with some deep meaning, and he spoke for a while.

"Within one month, Bei'an City will be in chaos. It is very likely that the Jian family and the Wang family will become enemies. I will give you one day to think about it. I will not blame you for whatever decision you make!"

A clear voice sounded, and the air in the wooden house seemed to become dignified.

Wang Chuyuan's bloated body also trembled for a moment, but soon regained his firmness.

"Boss, since I recognize you as my boss, no matter what happens to the Jian family and the Wang family, I will follow you!"

Facing Wang Chuyuan's firm gaze, Jian Fengyun's mouth slightly hooked.

"Okay, it won't be long before you feel grateful for your decision today!"

"Of course, the boss is the most powerful!" Wang Chuyuan said with a grin, then thought of something, and then withdrew his smile, and said, "But boss, I hope you can show some mercy when dealing with the Wang family!"

"Don't worry!" Jian Fengyun gave Wang Chuyuan a trusting look.

"Then boss, I'm going out to eat barbecue first, you should heal your wounds!" Wang Chuyuan smiled heartlessly.

Jian Fengyun nodded, watching the bloated body slowly walk out the door, but his thoughts moved slightly.

In his previous life, he was the No.1 in Wanyu, and he became famous all the way to the emperor. I don't know how many masters and servants turned against each other, and brothers fought. Therefore, he asked everyone around him to be unwavering.

As the reincarnation of the great emperor, he saw through Wang Chuyuan at a glance.

His eyes are very clean. Although he is worried about his family, he is more passionate about himself. Being by his side, his strength is not high, but his heart should be pure.

Not strong?

Is that a thing for me?
The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth smiled slightly, secretly decided in his heart to find a kung fu for this fat man, strength or something, it's not a problem at all.

Immediately, Jian Fengyun checked the storage ring, which contained hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, ranging from top grade to low grade.

Seeing this, Jian Fengyun's heart moved.

He didn't tell Wang Chuyuan what grade of spirit stone he wanted to exchange for, but from top grade to low grade, it was obvious that the fat man knew that these things were to be reserved for the Sword Family.

One month later, recruiting students from the Fourth Academy is a major event for the entire Tianyang Dynasty. Many strong men will definitely come, and the Qingyun Sword Family will definitely send some strong men. With the current strength of the Sword Family, there is no way to preserve it. The only way It is to retreat into the land of the northern barbarians, and use the land of the northern barbarians to arrange a strong defensive formation, so that the sword family can retreat into it to recuperate!
Putting the storage ring into his sleeve, Jian Fengyun thought, and immediately picked up the storage bag.

A storage bag containing a few pieces of ore, some elixir and a long pen with a sacred aura.

Xuanjie ice black iron ore, Xuanjie top grade Xuanling grass, Xuanjie top grade inscription pen.

Jian Fengyun instantly recognized these three kinds of spiritual materials, they were the ones he ordered Fatty to buy.

The Bingxuan Iron Ore, and the high-grade Frost Sword that Mr. Feihe gave him that day, have the same aura. Jian Fengyun is ready to smelt the Frost Sword. Only the smelting of the spirit weapon needs raw materials to fill it.

Xuanling Grass is the elixir for blending the inscription liquid, which contains a strong aura of heaven and earth.

The inscription pen is a kind of spiritual tool that only the inscription master can perfectly control. If it is dipped in the inscription liquid, some inscriptions can be inscribed on the spiritual tool without inscriptions.

The power of spiritual weapons is limited. If you want to break through the limited power improvement, this inscription is a good way. However, there are not many inheritances of inscription masters in Wanyu. The inheritance of inscriptions owned by Jian Fengyun comes from "Tai The Book of the First Dao, combined with the inscription techniques obtained from Wanyu, made Jian Fengyun in his previous life an emperor-level inscription master.

Jian Fengyun put the storage bag aside, threw out a few spirit stones in his hand, arranged a few formations to restrain him in the wooden house, then sat down cross-legged, and began to practice.

He wants to recover from the injury first, and then come to deal with the matter at hand.

Outside the room, Yun Mengluo looked at the door, with clear and ethereal eyes in her beautiful eyes thoughtfully.

Time is like flowing water, it never returns, and seven days pass in a blink of an eye.

In the room, the last formula in Jian Fengyun's hand penetrated into the Earth Fire Cauldron.

The blazing fire slowly faded into the cauldron, and in the cauldron furnace, an ice-blue long sword with a frosty aura was revealed.

The best of the mysterious class, the Frost Sword!

Jian Fengyun's sword energy gushed out from his hand, drawing out the ice blue long sword in the tripod and falling into his hand.

As soon as the long sword was in his hands, a bone-chilling aura emanated from it. The blade was slender and glowing with ice.

"That's right, a good sword. If it wasn't for my seven days, when my soul power temporarily broke through to the mid-grade Xuan rank, and combined with many methods, I really wouldn't be able to refine this Frost Sword again!"

Rubbing the long sword in his hand, Jian Fengyun couldn't help sighing.

In seven days, he recovered from his injuries in one day, spent three days practicing the "Super Soul Sutra", and his soul power broke through to the middle grade of the mysterious rank, and then used one day to prepare various spiritual materials, and two days to refine , today is the seventh day.

It took a whole day and night to refine the Frost Sword. If it weren't for the powerful recovery power of the "Tai Hun Jing" in the middle, the Frost Sword could not be refined at all.

"It's the last step to write the inscription!" Jian Fengyun's heart moved slightly.

Talking to himself, Jian Fengyun's hand moved, and the inscription pen on the side fell into his hand, and gently dipped it into a jade bottle filled with dark red liquid.

The dark red liquid is the inscription liquid, which is made by mixing the blood of the earth-level ice-attribute monster with the juice of the Xuanling grass.

The moment he picked up the pen, Jian Fengyun seemed to have changed into a different person, his complexion became serious, and he exuded an aura of a master who opened and closed.

The pen fell on the ice-blue sword edge, and the dark red liquid drew lines. In an instant, a violent breath from the blood of an earth-level monster burst out.

A peerless murderous aura erupted from Jian Fengyun's body in an instant, and the murderous aura condensed into substance, even suppressing the residual aura of that earth-level monster in an instant.

The inscription pen was still drawn, and the lines passed evenly, turning into a light blue pattern on the sword body.

Soon, the inscription liquid on the inscription pen was exhausted, Jian Fengyun picked up the pen and dipped it again, and wrote again, the lines remained the same.

If this scene is seen by outside inscription masters, they will be greatly surprised. Generally, inscriptions are made in one stroke. If they are divided into several strokes, basically they cannot be connected. The lines drawn every time are consistent.

However, Jian Fengyun did it, he concentrated his energy to one point, the last drop of the bottle of inscription liquid was left, and finally the last stroke was drawn in Jian Fengyun's hands.

The moment the lines closed, mysterious and incomparable runes appeared on the blade of the Frost Sword. These runes, like ancient characters, exuded an extraordinary aura.

Jian Fengyun let out a sigh of relief, looked at the long sword in his hand, beamed with joy, and said.

"Third-order Xuanshuang inscription, completed!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
However, at this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Jian Fengyun frowned, put the long sword and the treasures on the table into the storage bag, and then walked forward.

(End of this chapter)