Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 80 Little Frog Sword
After eating the roasted python meat, he chatted with Zhu Yiwen again, and headed towards the boarding direction together.

On the way, the two chatted very happily, and Yang Fan even learned through the conversation that Zhu Yiwen was a green fifth-grade foundation builder, and also knew the identities of the other two monks who came to build the base island with them.

One is He Jie from Shushan, and the other is Xia Yihe from Longhushan.

The three of them were born young, and they have been fighting for the position of the boss since they were young. In short, no matter what they do, there must be a winner, especially this trip to the foundation island. If the quality of the foundation is high, then that person will be the big brother, anyway, the ranking is based on the quality of the foundation.

Yang Fan was a little speechless after hearing this, he was really full and idle, with this kind of effort, it is better to think about how to improve the realm to be more comfortable.

A moment later, when the two arrived at the boarding place, not long after, the two competitors of Zhu Yiwen came one after another.

Zhu Yiwen, who was originally chatting with Yang Fan, immediately became indifferent, straightened his back, and glanced at He Jie and Xia Yihe with a strong fighting spirit.

At the same time, He Jie and Xia Yihe also looked at Zhu Yiwen with a strong intention of fighting.

The atmosphere on the field froze instantly.

Yang Fan smacked his lips with interest, took out a piece of Shuiyang sugarcane and chewed it, while looking at He Jie and Xia Yihe.

With his current state, one can see the quality of foundation building of the two at a glance.

He Jie's cyan fifth-grade foundation building, and Xia Yihe's cyan fifth-grade foundation building.

"This is a good show!" Yang Fan spat out the scum in his mouth excitedly, changed his posture and lay down with his back against the big tree.

Zhu Yiwen, He Jie, and Xia Yihe each stood on one side, their eyeballs rubbed against each other in the void, and their fighting spirit collided.

At this time, Zhu Yiwen flicked his sleeve robe, and said proudly, "I am a blue-colored fifth-grade foundation-builder, and I have confirmed the position of this big brother."

"Hmph, I'm also a cyan fifth-grade foundation builder, why should you be the big brother?" He Jie stepped forward not to be outdone.

"I'm also a cyan fifth-grade foundation-builder. I think you two will call me elder sister in the future!" Xia Yihe said indifferently, and even released the foundation-builder's coercion while speaking, and rushed towards Zhu Yiwen and He Jie.

"Heh, girls, why should you be a big sister?" Zhu Yiwen and He Jie also let go of their coercion and greeted her.

"Tsk tsk." Yang Fan smacked his lips, this Xia Yihe looked like a weak woman, but she was really hot enough when she was ruthless.

The three of them collided with coercion and refused to give in to each other.

After going on for a full 10 minutes, he suddenly withdrew all his coercion, snorted coldly, turned and sat aside.

"This shit is over? The eldest brother's seat is not up for grabs?" Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, then spit out the dregs boredly, and took out the refining materials to refine.

Seeing this, Zhu Yiwen, who was sitting beside him, paused. After looking carefully for a while, he asked in shock, "Young Daoist Yang, are you a craftsman?"

"Oh, it's just for fun, why? You also have research on this thing?" Yang Fan turned his head and asked.

Zhu Yiwen shook his head, then his eyes lit up, he took out his spiritual sword and asked, "Daoyou Yang, do you think my spiritual weapon can be repaired?"

Yang Fan glanced sideways, turned his head and said disdainfully, "Yes, but this kind of hot chicken is not qualified for me to take action yet."

Zhu Yiwen's face twitched, hot chicken?

You must know that this spirit sword is the fourth grade of Huang rank, and it was refined by Master Yuan himself. He vomited blood a lot and spent almost all his savings in order to buy this sword, but now someone says it is a spicy chicken ?
In short, Zhu Yiwen was a little upset now, but he didn't say much. When he was about to take back the spirit sword, Yang Fan suddenly said another sentence.

"Repairing it is very simple, but the material is too spicy, and the engraving of the spirit seal is too rough, it is an insult to the refining tool, that's all, I am in a good mood today, so I reluctantly help you refine one new."

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the refined iron in his hand rose into the air, and with a flick of his finger, a flame enveloped the refined iron.

There was a sizzle sound, and within a few minutes it turned into a puddle of molten iron.

Zhu Yiwen was taken aback when he saw this, how could such a big piece of refined iron dissolve like this?Are you kidding me?

"Ning!" At this time, Yang Fan sipped lightly, and played a few moves at a thunderous speed, only to see the molten iron boiling, gradually pulling it to both sides, until it formed a seven-inch-long sword embryo model.

"By the way, do you have any good materials you want to add?"

Zhu Yiwen shook his head in a daze, then remembered something, and quickly took out a piece of cyan metal from the storage bag, "Is this okay?"

"Golden pattern!" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, he rolled up the piece of cyan metal with his hand, and released the spiritual fire to wrap it.

As the spirit fire continued to be tempered, the jade-patterned gold slowly melted, and drops of cyan liquid dripped into the sword body until it was completely dissolved into the sword body. Yang Fan took a deep breath and took out a water yang Sugarcane took a bite, then turned to look at Zhu Yiwen.

"Good guy, I didn't expect you to have Bi Wen Jin, so it's over now."

Yang Fan originally wanted to reluctantly take out a pile of Yanling Baba, but it turned out that this product actually has such rare refined iron as Biwenjin. I don’t know what kind of shit luck it is, although it is weaker than Yanling Baba , but it is also a very good material.

With the incorporation of jade-patterned gold, the sword fetus has turned green at this time.

The next step is to engrave the spirit seal, Yang Fan thought for a while, spit out the scum in his mouth, raised his hand to face the void, and under the guidance of spiritual power, one after another spirit seal was carved into the sword embryo.

Until the completion of the sixth spiritual seal.

hum!
The cyan light of the spirit sword radiated in all directions, mixed with the sharp sword light, sweeping in all directions, arousing the spiritual power within a radius of several miles.

Apart from Zhu Yiwen, He Jie and Xia Yihe who were sitting on both sides looked up at this vision, especially with shocking expressions as if they saw an alien invasion.

"Let me test your power!" Yang Fan soared into the air with his sword, and waved lightly towards the front. Suddenly, a 20-meter-long cyan light swept away, and hundreds of towering trees below were chopped off one after another. , The cutting marks are neat and orderly.

"Hiss!" Zhu Yiwen, He Jie, and Xia Yihe gasped.

What is the result of this sword cutting on a person?

"Not bad, it's okay!" Yang Fan landed triumphantly on the ground, raised his hand on the blade of the spirit sword, carved a character "Yang" with spirit fire, and threw it at Zhu Yiwen like throwing garbage, "Inspect the goods." .”

Zhu Yiwen took the spirit sword in a daze, and after feeling the bursts of sharp sword energy coming from the sword, his excited body trembled terribly, and tremblingly said incomparably, "Ninth rank of Huang... Ninth grade, Yang... Master Yang, This... is this really for me?"

"Are you satisfied? How is it compared to the spirit weapon refined by the former master you mentioned?" Yang Fan calmly chewed the sugarcane of Shuiyang, acting as if he had done an insignificant thing.

"Satisfied, satisfied, Master Yang's spiritual weapon is simply not comparable to Yuan Da... Yuan Yinghu's spicy chicken." Zhu Yiwen fondled the spiritual sword over and over again, feeling as if he was dreaming, and at the same time excited He asked again, "Master Yang, does this sword have a name?"

"Name? I haven't thought about it, let me think about it..." It's so difficult to come up with a name, Yang Fan scratched his head and pondered for a few seconds, his eyes lit up, "Let's call it Little Frog Sword!"

Zhu Yiwen twitched when he heard this, and then said excitedly, "Biqingjian, good, good name!"

Yang Fan stared, "What is the green sword? It's the little frog sword. I heard it clearly. It's the little-green-frog-sword. That's enough. The name has already been chosen. You are also satisfied with the product. Then pay for it!"

　What did you have for dinner today? (ω)hiahiahia
　　
　
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