Refa is King

Chapter 268 Silver Sand Soul Chaser Needle

Hearing the Patriarch's words, everyone knew in their hearts that if Bao Bushu refined the flying needle, then the Wen family would not mind doing more things. If it failed, then there is no need to offend others for nothing.

Bao Bushu looked at the large piece of wood in his hand, while Fengxia drooled while watching: "It's a pity, such a good material can only be refined into a low-grade magic weapon."

"Bah." Bao Bushu let out an annoyed bah, and then took out a piece of spiritual jade, which was polished into a jade knife, on which Bun Bushu carved some spiritual formations.

After several hours, a sharp jade knife took shape.

Under the control of the divine mind, the Lingyu jade knife erupted with a burst of spiritual light, and the Yinshamu was cut into a piece of wood as thick as a thumb in one fell swoop.

The wood was cut obliquely, and Bao Bushu used a Lingyu jade knife to cut the thumb-thick wood into lengths of one foot and five.

There are more than 40 rough blanks in total, and the jade knife made of Lingyu is also dim.

"Is this jade knife unnecessary?" Feng Xia asked from the side.

"Of course not. They need yin attributes, and they can't be contaminated with yang energy at all. This Lingyu jade sword is powered by the spirit power of Lingyu itself." Bao Bushu nodded and said.

As for why you said it was not a book, it was purely out of sheer panic. When Fengxia saw a piece of wood that was more than a foot long, she asked, "Is this also called a flying needle?"

"Don't talk." Bao Bushu said angrily. After tempering and refining, this wood can be big or small. Refining fairy artifacts can refine a mountain into the size of a palm, and then release it to become a mountain When it is smashed down, Baobushu can refine one foot into one inch at most, and it can no longer be too long.

If it is too long, the size of the final magic weapon will be unqualified, that is, the limit of strength.

Not only that, but Bao Bushu also refined a spiritual power tempering device for tempering the rough blank of the flying needle, which looks like a long pipe. There is a base under the pipe, and a few low-grade spirit stones on the base Inlaid on top.

Put a piece of Yinsha wood roughly into the pipe, activate the spirit formation, and a faint black mist gushes out of the whole pipe immediately. Under the blessing of the formation, the black mist gathers and does not disperse.

"Bad energy is also a good thing." Bao Bushu was thinking about how to maximize the benefits. From the perspective of a craftsman, materials can be used to their full potential, but not many people know about them.

An hour later, the few low-grade spirit stones had been consumed a lot, so he took out the wooden strips from the pipe and took a closer look at it.

"That's right, the yin energy is still there, but the evil spirit is gone." Bao Bushu continued to put in the second spirit wood blank, and ignored it.

Bao Bushu ate some food, then gave some to the cloud miasma, and then Bao Bushu took out a little copper crystal, which was refined into something like a needle-sized drill bit. , The drill bit was also washed by spiritual power to remove the anger inside.

"It all depends on divine thoughts." Bao Bushu looked at the drill bit and sighed inwardly.

The wooden bar tempered by spiritual power has shrunk a circle, and the whole wooden bar is red, not as black as it was at the beginning.

Bao Bushu carefully looked at the texture of one side, and after he had an idea, he put the wooden strip aside and took out some top-grade spirit stone powder. Refining material.

The spirit stone powder and the water essence were slowly mixed together, and the package was made with extreme care, because both materials contained spiritual power, if one failed to erupt the spiritual power, it would be finished.

After a quarter of an hour, the whole crystal was like a paste. Bao Bushu took out the second piece of wood that had just been put in, and put in the third one.

Fengxia was watching from the side. It's not that Fengxia didn't know about crafting, but Fengxia had never heard of crafting such as Baobushu.

Bao Bushu controlled the crystal mixture with his divine sense, stuffed a spirit crystal in his mouth, and then manipulated a drill bit that was not much larger than the tip of a needle, and drilled into the wooden strip at once. This is using divine sense as power .

Close your eyes, and accurately perceive the tiny drill bits pulling out uniform lines in the wooden strips. These lines are the spiritual array.

In a quarter of an hour, Bao Bushu opened his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. It was too exhausting for his divine sense. To push the small drill.

After careful inspection, it was found that there was no major problem. With the movement of God's mind, the mixed materials were pulled into thin silk threads by the mind, and went directly into the passage that was pulled by the drill just now.

Half an hour passed, Bao Bushu looked at the remaining mixture, shook his head, and stuffed another spirit crystal into his mouth.

Then Bao Bushu took out a few low-grade spirit stones and put them on a jade board. The spirit stones were lined up, and the wooden strips made just now were placed on top of them. A little spark fell on the spirit stones, and the sparks immediately burned on the spirit stones. , Sparks also appeared on the wooden strips.

Bao Bushu continued to make the second one, and the second one was done well, and the rest of the mixed materials were basically done.

Then put the second wooden strip on top of the burning spark. Under the continuous burning of the spark, the first wooden strip gradually shrunk, and some silver light appeared on the red wood surface.

"It's almost there." Bao Bushu saw these silver lights, took a closer look, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

The spark burned for twelve hours, that is, one day and one night, and the length of the wooden stick changed from one foot to only half a foot. Under the burning of the star fire, the wooden stick directly turned into a handleless fly. The shape of the sword, but the blade is the original shape, it looks like the first half of a needle point.

puff!
However, the second wooden strip was shattered as soon as it was picked up, and Baoshu took a closer look.

"Oh, this wooden strip is not good, the grain is broken." Bao Bushu checked carefully, the grain of the wooden strip is a bit broken here, after being washed by spiritual power for a few times, a lot of spiritual power has gathered here , resulting in an increase in the bearing capacity of the wooden strips in this area, and in the end they couldn't bear it and broke directly.

The materials are all scrapped, and if you want to refine these materials again, you will consume a lot of spirit stones and spiritual thoughts.

Bao Bushu's first magic weapon refined by his spiritual thoughts was half a foot long and the thickness of chopsticks. Just relying on his spiritual thoughts, this magic weapon flew around in a circle.

After eating a spirit crystal, Bao Bushu looked at the dozen or so wooden sticks that had been tempered, and then looked at the flying needle in his hand: "The top-grade magic weapon is not bad, if there are 36 of them working together, the burst of lethality It's huge."

After running a circle of Lei Xiaojing, Bao Bushu stood up and moved his body~ In fact, the reason why monks can sit for a long time is because the mana is running all over the body, and the qi and blood are always in an active state, so they will not There are things like numbness in the feet.

Bao Bushu opened the door, and the third son of the Wen family and the others kept paying attention, and when the formation fluctuated, these people came out.

"Well, this is what you want." Bao Bushu took out a magic weapon half a foot long like a chopstick, and the third son of the Wen family couldn't hold back his face.

"This..." The Patriarch of the Wen family couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the magic weapon in Bao Bushu's hand, the red part was dotted with silver light.

"Ahem, this... is this a flying needle?" The third child of the Wen family stopped after hearing his father.The face became darker.

Snapped!
The third son of the Wen family was slapped backhand by his father, and the Patriarch of the Wen family shouted angrily: "Shut up if you don't understand."

"Top-grade magic weapon, try to recognize the master with blood. If your cultivation level is not low, you may become a magic weapon." Bao Bushu knows that there are some accidents with this special magic weapon. It is the Yin attribute, and if there is a drop of blood essence of the Yin attribute, it may cause the magic weapon to directly break through the current quality.

"Okay, okay." The Wen family carefully took the chopsticks from Bao Bushu's hands. The chopsticks were pointed at one end and wedge-shaped at the end.

The Wen family didn't avoid Bao Bushu either, and forced out a mouthful of blood to wrap the magic weapon in his hand. Bao Bushu nodded when he saw this person like this. It seems that this family of cultivating immortals is not simple.

The red blood essence was absorbed, and there was strong spiritual power and Yin Qi in the blood essence. After the Patriarch of the Wen family sacrificed it, there was a red aura on the chopsticks.

"Not bad, not bad." Seeing this, Bao Bushu nodded and didn't say anything.

As soon as the Wen family's spiritual thought moved, the red chopsticks suddenly became smaller, directly becoming an inch in size, just like a needle.

The third child of the Wen family was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.

The Patriarch of the Wen family moved his mind, and the flying needle circled around outside his body, the red streamer with a little silver light, and the elders of the Wen family around saw this scene, and they were also very excited. His eyes have changed.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist." Patriarch Wen's mind moved, and the flying needle entered Patriarch Wen's body and continued to temper.

"It should be that senior's skills are special." Bao Bushu said.

"Fellow Daoist, please." The Patriarch of the Wen family was very polite to Bao Bushu, the third son of the Wen family had no room to speak at all, if his father was talking, if he interrupted and made a mistake, he might be slapped again.

The third child of the Wen family was also extremely depressed, and he had never been slapped by his father in public, which had never happened before.

"No need, there are still 35. Time is a bit tight. As for the price, I have already made it clear to this fellow Taoist, but I need some spirit crystals, which can be converted into spirit stones." Bao Bushu shook his head, 36 Root, at least ten or twenty days, the time is more relaxed, one month, this time is a bit long, I have to go to the temple of the Confucianism Sect, where the saint was born and gave lectures.

"I don't know how we will find fellow Taoists in the future?" Patriarch Wen asked, and the aristocratic family maintained a friendly attitude towards craftsmen who could refine special magic weapons.

"You just need to find Tian Xingzi of Tianjimen, he can contact me." Bao Bushu didn't say anything about Jiuyangmen, and just threw Tianxingzi out. Outside, the name of Tianjimen is comparable to Jiuyangmen. Doors work much better.

Bao Bushu went out for a walk, and the two elders of the Wen family followed him from a distance, bought some delicious food, Bao Bushu went back to his room to retreat.

"Check, go check that casual cultivator, I want to know who is asking about this gentleman's whereabouts." The Patriarch of the Wen family stroked a one-foot-long flying needle, who could have imagined that it was a flying needle.

"Patriarch, is this the silver sand soul chasing needle that the ancestors mentioned?" An elder saw that the red light of the flying needle was introverted, and there were dots of silver light on it.

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