The pinnacle of the equipment for fighting the sky

Chapter 166 The two sides are at odds!

Jiang Wusuo took a step, quite cautiously, looking around to prevent any changes.

On the surface, Jin Zaizhong didn't intend to harm him, but in his heart he wasn't sure, people's hearts were unpredictable, Jiang Wusuo couldn't believe Jin Zaizhong.

After taking a few steps, there was no abnormal phenomenon, which made Jiang Wusuo even more confused.

On the lower eight floors, the things stored inside are more expensive than the next, but the ninth floor is full of dust, and even the decoration is extremely simple.

The ninth floor only has an area of ​​over a hundred square meters. In the center stands a high platform. Walking up the nine stone steps to the high platform, the high platform is only one foot high, three feet long, and two feet wide.

Jiang Wushuo stepped onto the high platform, but his pupils shrank.

But seeing that the high platform is hollow now, it actually exists in the form of a container.

And there was a black stone in the container, Jiang Wushuo's eyes narrowed slightly, this is not coal, but it is similar in nature to coal, it is called burning stone, as the name implies, it is a stone that can be burned.

"Could this be the Sword Refining Pool?" Jiang Wusuo muttered in a low voice, picking up a burning stone.

Both the sword refining pool and the refining furnace can be used to refine swords, the difference is that the latter is not only used for refining swords.

"Boy, you are blessed." Huang Qi said this inexplicably, Jiang Wushuo was full of doubts.

But seeing Huangqi came to his side, with a wave of his right hand, the burning stone burned instantly, and the sword pond was all red.

Huang Qi smiled mysteriously, a red thread was drawn between the index fingers of his right hand, and the other end of the red thread was in the pool of swords.

"Is there anything?" Jiang Wushuo asked, Huang Qi's face changed, his right hand suddenly pulled, the red thread stretched straight, and the burning stone flew.

Hearing the sound of "Zheng", like the sound of a sword, Jiang Wusuo looked up, and a long black stick appeared in his sight.

"Catch it!"

Huang Qi shouted loudly, and Jiang Wusuo flew away, grabbing the end of the long black stick.

"Thinking...!" The intense pain in his palm made Jiang Wushuo almost let go, seeing Huang Qi's firm eyes, he gritted his teeth and gripped even tighter.

But the fiery pain on the palm became more and more intense, and Jiang Wusuo fell under the high platform, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.

He is already a Douhuang cultivator, he is not afraid of ordinary water and fire, why does this long black stick give him such a strong sense of pain?
"Don't let go!" Huang Qi floated across to Jiang Wusuo, said four words, then nodded firmly, meaning to believe him.

Zhu Yao walked up unhurriedly, with a smile on her face: "The sword of psychic master, you have picked up the treasure."

Jiang Wushuo was just about to say that this is just a stick, not a sword.

At the same time, the black stick in his hand was shining brightly, and an inexplicable force swallowed part of his blood from the palm of his hand.

Jiang Wushuo was sweating profusely, staring at the stick in his hand with wide eyes, completely forgetting the pain.

I saw that the whole body of the long stick turned into fiery red, with flames attached to it, and in the flames, the long stick began to dissipate.

However, what dissipated was only the surface. After the fiery red surface dissipated, a sword head appeared in his sight, and what he was holding was the hilt.

The hilt of the sword is a golden dragon's head, and the dragon's mouth is wide open, as if it wants to swallow everything.

As the fiery red on the surface continued to dissipate, a golden sword pier appeared in his sight. The sword pier was actually composed of two claws, which made Jiang Wushuo's heart skip a beat.

In his astonishment, the sword body gradually emerged, the whole body of the sword was golden, with mysterious runes engraved on it.

After the fiery red faded away, Jiang Wushuo recovered from the shock, and the pain in his hand disappeared, only then did he feel that the burnt wound was healing rapidly.

At the same time, there is a feeling of blood connection with the sword in his hand.

"It recognizes me as master?" Jiang Wusuo could feel that the sword was extremely sharp, with an undeniable aura, it was proud of the world, and it was an existence to be looked up to.

Such a domineering sword actually considers himself the master, Jiang Wusuo feels like he is dreaming.

[Equipment] Seventh-order best sword equipment
Name: Xuanyuan
Founder: Ao Wu
Additional effect: blood pressure

Special Addition: Xuanyuan Sword Code (Congfa)
Refining materials: Dragon Ball, Reverse Scale...

After receiving the useless feedback, Jiang Wushuo's blood boiled, not to mention the seventh-order best, not to mention the additional effects, this sword actually has an additional step of sword-like skills.

What surprised Jiang Wushuo even more was that almost half of the materials for refining Xuanyuan were taken from the body of the dragon.

What is the origin of this boiled martial arts?
"Yeah...!"

A childish voice suddenly came to mind, which startled Jiang Wusuo, and then he realized that it should be Xuanyuan Sword Spirit.

Xuanyuan recognized him as the master, so if there was a sword spirit, he would be able to communicate with the sword spirit, so he knew what the sword spirit would say.

"Are you Xuanyuan Sword Spirit?"

"Yeah ah!"

"Pass me the sword code? How to pass it on?" Jiang Wusuo was puzzled, and in the next second, a large paragraph of words and pictures appeared in his mind.

Jiang Wushuo only felt pain in his head, and it didn't disappear until a quarter of an hour later, and the Xuanyuan Sword Manual was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"I'll pay you, kid." Huang Qi gave Jiang Wusuo a meaningful smile and said.

"Thank you, senior Huangqi!" Jiang Wushuo cupped his hands, sincerely thanking him, if Huangqi hadn't let him hold onto him, how could he have won Xuanyuan's recognition.

Zhu Yao looked over with a look, which meant to say, why don't you come to thank me?
Jiang Wushuo understood in seconds, and cupped his hands towards Zhuyao again: "Senior Zhuyao has worked hard, thank you very much!"

Zhu Yao turned her head away, as if she was saying that you are wise.

Seeing what Jiang Wushuo said, Huang was slightly dissatisfied with Zhu Yao, this woman is really hateful, she forced this kid to thank her even though she didn't do anything.

Looking at Xuan Yuan, Jiang Wusuo was quite happy in his heart, but his face still pretended to be heavy.

Xuanyuan Sword Spirit babbled for a long time, seemed to be tired, and then fell into a deep sleep, and the brilliance of its sword body also dissipated with the sword spirit's deep sleep.

"Seniors, please return Yunjian, the kid should get down to business."

When Jiang Wushuo said this, Huang Qi and Zhu Yao thought that he looted the treasure house of the human country, and thought that this kid had enmity with this country, so the so-called business of this kid is revenge.

The two didn't say much, and returned to Yunjian.

Jiang Wushuo smiled slightly, put Xuanyuan and Yunjian back into the storage ring, and walked down.

The door of the main hall was opened, Jin Zaizhong's head jumped violently, Jiang Wushuo walked out slowly, ignoring Jin Zaizhong's direction when he came and went.

Until Jiang Wushuo's back disappeared from sight, Jin Zaizhong turned around and entered the hall, but when he saw it, it was empty.

Jin Zaizhong did not give up, and went up layer by layer, but the result was still—empty!

On the eighth floor, Jin Zaizhong found that the golden wooden box was missing, and his expression suddenly became crazy: "Jiang Wushuo, I am incompatible with you!"

(End of this chapter)