Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 111

The process of forging a flying sword is very complicated. It is necessary to depict the corresponding magic circle on the rough embryo, add auxiliary materials to adjust the flexibility, and finally condense and shape the shape thoroughly. The whole process is completed in one go. time.

Tong Xiaoye looked at it for a while, and when Hu Bugui finished forging a flying sword, he asked cautiously: "Master, I exchanged my contribution points for a set of low-level exercises, and now I have the fifth-level cultivation base of the Qi refining stage. Can I help you draw the magic circle?"

As early as a year ago, Hu Bugui had intended to teach her how to make weapons, but later he gave up because she had no spiritual power, and now Tong Xiaoye talked about it again, firstly, he wanted to share some work for the old man, secondly, It also means to learn about refining.

Hu Bugui looked at her in surprise, his spiritual sense swept over the little girl in front of him, maybe her flesh and blood were too solid, he didn't see any cultivation.

Tong Xiaoye smiled mischievously, and made a formula casually, and the dust on his body disappeared immediately.

This is the easiest dust removal technique she makes.

"Little girl, you have really entered the Qi refining period. I really didn't expect it." Hu Bugui smiled gratifiedly, and then shook his head regretfully: "The old man's weapon refining technique was discovered by himself, so it's okay to leave it to you." It’s just a taboo, it’s just that drawing a magic circle requires a strong mental strength, you haven’t entered the stage of concentrating, and your spiritual consciousness can only barely leave the body, I’m afraid you can’t do it now.”

It turned out that the magic circle was drawn by spiritual knowledge!

Tong Xiaoye was slightly taken aback, and suddenly realized that he might have a try.

Originally, the range of spiritual consciousness during the Qi refining period was extremely small, and it was only possible to barely control the magic weapon out of the body. It was indeed very difficult to carve a magic circle on the sword embryo.

But Tong Xiaoye had practiced the Fire Alchemy Jue, and this technique was extremely cruel to practice, and it was easy to pass out from pain during the practice, which was the most test of one's mental strength.

Tong Xiaoye had practiced the Fire Refining Art to the fourth level. While exercising his physical body, his mental strength was also greatly improved.

At first, when she entered the excavator space, her soul body was just a faint shadow, but now she is able to grab things from Hong Huangba's soul body. Although she doesn't know what level her spiritual consciousness has reached, she must be no worse than a monk in the concentration stage .

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Hu Bugui eagerly: "Master, I want to try."

Seeing that Hu Bugui was full of disapproval, she leaned forward and shook the old man's arm lightly: "Master, physical training has always been difficult. I want to help you, but I also want to learn something, and I will have the ability to make a living in the future. You don't violate the sect's rules by learning how to refine weapons, so just let me try!"

"Little girl, it's not that the master doesn't want to teach you. It's just that the spiritual consciousness is still slowly forming during the Qi refining period. If you rashly learn to refine weapons, once the sea of ​​consciousness is damaged, it will be difficult to raise it in the future."

Hu Bugui shook his head, remembering that this girl is also a pitiful girl, with the rubbish aptitude of the four spirit roots, even if she can cultivate, her future is very limited, her heart softened, and she said: "I will pass on the experience of refining weapons over the years to you, you It’s not too late to learn after entering the concentration period.”

After finishing speaking, he took out a jade slip, engraved a line of spiritual consciousness into it, and handed it to Tong Xiaoye.

Knowing that the master was doing it for his own good, Tong Xiaoye gratefully took the jade slip, and seeing that the master was busy making weapons again, he carefully studied the content on the jade slip.

Refinement looks complicated, but in fact the most important thing is to inscribe the formation and the final condensing. When engraving the formation, it is a test of the strength of the spiritual sense. The subtle patterns of the formation are engraved in them all by the spiritual power guided by the spiritual knowledge. A little careless All previous efforts will be wasted, mental power will be exhausted, and there is a risk of becoming a fool. No wonder the master is unwilling to let himself try it easily.

The master was still busy, so Tong Xiaoye picked up a rough embryo, and tried to engrave the simplest lightness formation according to the method written in the jade slip.

This is the most common formation in flying swords. It is used to reduce the weight of flying swords when carrying people and help monks save spiritual power. Generally, low-level flying swords only engrave this formation.

Spiritual knowledge guides the spiritual power, and slowly draws on the sword embryo, but Tong Xiaoye has never drawn a formation, and he is not proficient in every stroke. Although the spiritual power is more than enough, the strokes are like a child without foundation Simple arcs are not well drawn.

After a full hour, the simplest light spirit formation was finally almost completed.

The last stroke was made, and the formation pattern was crooked and barely formed. Tong Xiaoye tried to inject a little spiritual power, and with a bang, the formation pattern that was finally drawn collapsed immediately.

However, this exercise is not fruitless. Before, Tong Xiaoye never knew how to use the spiritual sense, because guiding the spiritual sense to perceive external objects can only be done during the concentration period, so Ning Yuan did not teach her, so that she had a powerful mind. Mental strength, even the simplest common sense to detect other people's cultivation.

Suddenly he mastered this technique, and seeing that the master had just finished forging a sword, Tong Xiaoye became very curious and tried to sense the master's cultivation.

She condensed her spiritual consciousness into a bundle, and slowly floated towards Hu Bugui. Before she got close to him, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her head, and the bundle of spiritual consciousness was bounced back fiercely.

It was the first time Tong Xiaoye suffered from such an attack, he had a severe headache and he held his head for a while before he recovered.

Hu Bugui was not surprised but happy.

Just now a strange spiritual sense came to test him, he subconsciously flicked it out, only to find that the master of the spiritual sense was his very poor apprentice.

The spiritual consciousness can be released, which proves that the little girl's spiritual consciousness is comparable to that of a monk in the concentration period.

The little girl was obviously hurt by his spiritual sense, Hu Bugui asked concerned: "Xiaoye, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it hurts a little, just take a rest." Tong Xiaoye rubbed his head, enduring the strange pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Hu Bugui frowned, and said seriously: "In the future, you must not use spiritual knowledge to test people with higher cultivation levels than you. If you offend those masters, they will directly shock you into a fool!"

Tong Xiaoye nodded again and again, only then did he realize how stupid it was for him not to detect the cultivation of high-ranking monks rashly.

Knowing that Tong Xiaoye's spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of a monk in the Concentration stage, Hu Bugui was happy to be at leisure, and gave her the essentials of engraving the formation in earnest the next day.

Tong Xiaoye carefully drew the formation on the paper for a few days, practiced it several times with rough embryos, and finally succeeded in engraving the first formation.

With a capable helper, Hu Bugui made great progress, and finally finished forging a hundred flying swords on the last day of the one-month period.

Looking at the black-faced little cat-like apprentice, and at the flying sword that was completed on schedule, the old man's heart moved, and he said, "Xiao Ye, follow me to see Elder Han?"

Ono has been able to initially forge the flying sword, which can be regarded as a great help to the Hammer Hall. Please ask Han Fei, maybe he will allow him to accept the little girl as a registered disciple.

Although it doesn't have much status, it's better than being so nameless.

Tong Xiaoye didn't want to see Han Fei's ugly face at all, and he didn't want to go against his master's wishes. After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded in agreement.

When I was out of the Hammer Hall, I saw Wang Shanmiao's jealous eyes again without exception.

Anyway, she couldn't find herself pleasing to the eye, Tong Xiaoye didn't bother to pay attention to her, and followed his master to Fengqing Valley where Han Fei was.

He told the Taoist boy in the valley that he was going to give away the flying sword, and after waiting for another hour, they were ushered into the Fengqing Valley Hall.

Han Fei was sitting leisurely on the reclining chair, being served by two beautiful female cultivators drinking, his obese old face was as disgusting as ever, Tong Xiaoye didn't want to look at him, and just lowered his head to stare at the white as jade floor.

"Uncle Han, one hundred flying swords have been made, please check them out." Hu Bugui put down the storage bag containing the flying swords and said respectfully.

Han Fei didn't look at the flying swords in the storage bag, snorted coldly, and said, "So fast? Let me tell you, old man, these flying swords are for the foundation-building disciples in the sect. If there is a high-grade The rank is lower than the middle grade, do you know the punishment in the door?"

"Yes, I know, Master Uncle, the reason why these flying swords can be completed so quickly is thanks to Ono's help in forging the rough embryo. I want to accept this girl as a registered disciple, and please Master..."

Before Hu Bugui finished speaking, Han Fei threw a fruit plate on his head and cursed: "Trash, where do you think our Wanqing Valley is? If you want to accept registered disciples, you can accept it? Last time you brought this Little girl, come to beg me for her again this time, did she benefit from her? Or..."

The fat and swollen goldfish rolled its eyes and said with a sinister smile: "Old man, could it be that you have taken a fancy to this little girl?"

Han Fei smiled obscenely, and Tong Xiaoye felt sick for a while.

Hu Bugui blushed. He never expected Han Fei to say such a thing. Holding back his anger, he argued, "Master, I just want to give her a chance..."

"Get off!" Han Fei didn't want to listen to him, so he said lazily, his eyes swept over Tong Xiaoye, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "This little girl stay here."

Tong Xiaoye: "I#￥@%&*.."
This time it's a big game, she shouldn't have washed her face after listening to the master's words when she came to see Han Fei!
She was born well. Han Fei wanted to take her in as a stove when she was only ten years old. Now she is 12 years old. Although she is still young, she is slightly taller than ordinary girls because of unremitting exercise. After a few times of cleansing and changing the marrow, the aura is even more compelling, and it will definitely not please Han Fei if it falls into Han Fei's hands.

Originally, he wanted to live up to the good intentions of the master, so he just lowered his head and dawdled for a while, but he still didn't escape.

Hu Bugui never expected that Han Fei would directly ask for someone regardless of shame, and suddenly became angry and anxious, his face turned pale, and he said in a panic: "Han Fei, are you crazy? Xiao Ye is not a disciple of Wanqing Valley, I just If you ask her to help refine the weapon, it's fine if you hate me, why do you bully a child?"

"Hu Bugui, how dare you disobey the orders of the elders of the division?" Han Fei smiled instead of anger, sitting high on the chair, his pupils like poisonous snakes were full of chills.

"Han Fei, are you not afraid that I will tell the master if you behave like this?" Hu Bugui was also driven to the extreme, he took a step forward and looked at Han Fei angrily.

(End of this chapter)