Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2270
Mo Xian stared at the Lingbao embryo wrapped in flames, and at a certain moment, his expression suddenly froze.

Then he drew it with one hand, and the spirit treasure embryo in the flames turned into a stream of light and flew towards a useless iceberg in the distance.

"laugh……"

The Lingbao embryo submerged into the iceberg, immediately aroused a white mist.

And that iceberg began to melt at a rather rapid speed, and everyone watching was in an uproar.

How high the temperature must be to cause such a change in a huge iceberg.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the towering iceberg disappeared completely, and a huge ice lake appeared on the ground.

That feeling, like a momentary vicissitudes, is too shocking.

After the mist dissipated, everyone saw that there was a spiritual treasure quietly floating there, emitting extremely strong fluctuations.

"Too, too perfect!"

After seeing it clearly, many people gave a sincere praise.

Different from the previous embryos, this fully formed Lingbao is incomparably well-proportioned, with no flaws to be found anywhere.

And it is completely impossible to see what material it is made of, it is neither gold nor wood, it looks like a perfect work of art.

Just holding this knife in one's hand might give off an extraordinary feeling, let alone wielding it.

After extreme heat and cold, the knife has been fully formed.

And because of the special environment of Beihuang Temple, the process from high temperature to freezing cold is incomparable in other places.

With the passage of time, the violent fluctuations on the blade are gradually dissipating, and the abnormal movement between the heaven and the earth is also slowly disappearing.

When all the changes disappeared, the knife also became quiet, quietly suspended above the surface of the lake that just appeared.

This newly released knife has become much quieter. Although it is not as sharp as before, it looks much more ordinary.

But the occasional cold light that flashes on it still makes people palpitate.

"It's finally done!" Mo Xian heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the newly released spirit treasure, his face was filled with a rather pure and clean smile.

This is a smile from the heart, which has infected many people. While breathing a sigh of relief, there is also a smile of relief on the face.

"The future is terrifying!"

Even the high-level officials of the Northern Wilderness Hall who were always paying attention to this place showed a gratified smile on their faces and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"It's done!" Because of excitement, Han Ling'er's pretty face flushed, and her tense body finally eased at this time.

Only then did she realize that her palms were already wet with sweat.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed extremely nervous just now because of Mo Xian.

"Success...success, eighth-rank Lingbao, this...how is this possible." The disciple of the Forging Hall who bet with Mo Xian was even more pale, and his speech stuttered a little.

Mo Xian's success meant that not only did he have to pay a corresponding price, but it also made the entire Forging Hall shameful.

Thinking of that strict senior brother, he suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength, and staggered back a few steps.

After calming down, Mo Xian made a move with the palm of his hand, and the knife roared towards him.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, a kind of cold air immediately poured into his body, which was indescribably comfortable.

Observing this spiritual treasure at a close distance, one can even perceive its impressiveness. The lines on the blade that have been tempered for a hundred years are patchwork, like complex and mysterious runes. After looking at it for a long time, it even makes people feel A feeling of intoxication.

The pure smile on Mo Xian's face became stronger. As a blacksmith, it was difficult for him to hide his excitement and sense of accomplishment when he saw himself succeed.

He stroked the blade lightly, feeling the cold touch carefully.

And the disciple of Beihuang Temple who entrusted Mo Xian to forge looked at Mo Xian eagerly, and was also extremely excited.

Starting today, he will have an eighth-grade spirit treasure.

This may not be top-notch, but it is enough for him to be in the same realm, and there are few opponents.

Seeing Mo Xian's continuous obsession, he was really worried that Mo Xian would not give it to him.

And even so, he probably has no choice but to admit it.

Of course Mo Xian wouldn't do that. After feeling the newly released spirit treasure, he raised his hand and threw it to the senior brother who couldn't wait.

Although he likes his own works very much, he knows that it is impossible for him to keep all the works for himself, and it is also his task to find suitable owners for them.

That senior brother should be a good candidate and treat his works well.

"Thank you so much!" After the senior brother took the Lingbao, his voice trembled a little.

He never thought that one day happiness would come so suddenly.

Although he had already prepared the materials, he simply couldn't afford to hire someone to make it.

Now he was just planning to fight Mo Xian, and he had this great benefit.

Although Lingbao is in his hand at this time, he still has a very unreal feeling.

It wasn't until the clear touch came that he could be sure that all of this was real.

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Mo Xian shrugged. Forging continuously for so long is a very exhausting task.

But he is not completely without benefits. After this forging, his spiritual consciousness has also improved a lot, and even all aspects of his body have made great progress.

Of course, the most obvious thing is forging. He believes that as long as he continues to forge some high-level spirit treasures, he will be able to become a ninth-rank blacksmith just around the corner.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the warrior who got the brand-new Lingbao couldn't help but waved it a few times.

"Shh..."

The piercing sound of breaking wind immediately caused countless people to look sideways at it, their eyes were full of envy, and then their gazes towards Mo Xian also became fiery.

"Hey, why didn't you show any signs of losing?" At this time, Han Linger's voice suddenly sounded.

It was only then that Mo Xian remembered that he still had a gamble with him.

But he didn't take it seriously, anyway, he forged Lingbao himself, and they were all from the same sect, so there was no need to get too rigid.

"I...I..." The Forging Pavilion disciple faltered and couldn't speak, his complexion was cloudy for a while.

"This kid, he made a big fuss before, what's going on now."

"That's right, Junior Brother Mo Xian didn't say anything at all, but he wanted to make provocative words again and again. Now he's kicked the iron plate."

"The people in their Forging Pavilion are usually arrogant, but this time they are finally deflated."

Looking at the disciples of the Forging Hall, many people began to discuss in low voices. Although it was not like adding insult to injury, these words pierced into the heart of that disciple of the Forging Hall like sharp knives.

His complexion became more and more ugly, and it was hot for a while.

His insulting words to Mo Xian before became a slap in the face at this time. This kind of feeling of lifting a rock and hitting his foot is not good.

As a member of the Forging Hall, the pride in his heart does not allow anyone outside the Forging Hall to speak up here.

It's a pity that he is now the one who speaks loudly.

In full view of all this, he became a gigantic joke.

(End of this chapter)