Chapter 162

Wang Baole's mind buzzed and his breath was frozen. Looking at the scabbard in front of him, his eyes slowly showed a strong light.

"This pressure... Is this really a magic weapon?" Wangbaole took a breath, and after careful observation, he determined that the scabbard was indeed a product, and his heart couldn't help shaking.

"The first grade is so intimidating. If you reach the second grade... Or the third grade, how strong the scabbard is!" Wang Baole thought of this and shook his heart. It took him a long time to suppress the shock. He suddenly felt that what his sister said was that this thing was to the extreme, and he could collect bronze ancient swords. Although it was still not very reliable, it seemed to be a little more possible.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole grabbed the scabbard in his hand after it cooled, and his eyes were hot. He planned to try to see the power of the scabbard, but when his aura poured into the scabbard, the scabbard just shone, but there was no change.

This made wangbaole stunned. His eyes looked into the scabbard, which was empty, and released aura. He merged into the scabbard and found that the wrinkles on the spiritual blank were no longer a hundred as he had seen before, but countless, as if encrypted. Even wangbaole himself had to carefully analyze it before he could understand it slightly. As for outsiders, it was difficult to study the initial wrinkles thoroughly without knowing it.

"Crinkle variation? And miss, didn't she say that there will be spirit needles formed by sword Qi from the scabbard?" After Wang Baole pondered, he poured into Reiki again, holding the scabbard and throwing it out, but it still had no effect.

"Lie to me?" Wang Baole was a little angry, but he felt right after the pressure of the scabbard was confirmed again. At this moment, he scratched his head, simply used it as a dagger, and stabbed it against one side of the wall.

With a bang, the wall broke a little, and there was no other change. Wang Baole was so dumbfounded. Then he was angry, so he took out the dream pillow and went to ask the young lady inside.

But at the moment when he took out the dream pillow, Wang Baole paused for a moment, thinking of the little sister in the mask who seemed to have a very strange temper, so he thought about it for a while, turned and walked out of the cave. When he came back, he bought some beautiful flowers from the square market. Only then did he enter the dream world, took out the mask and put it on the ground, with deep feelings in his eyes, and spoke softly.

"Little sister, I came to see you. Nothing happened today. I saw these flowers when I passed a cliff and thought of you." Wang Baole whispered, took out the flowers he bought and put them next to the mask.

The purple petals, together with the black mask, seem to reflect very well, especially in the cold winter of the dream world, when the wind blows, the petals tremble slightly, and one seems to rise with the wind.

"Little sister, these flowers grow alone on the cliff. When I see them, I feel that you are also very lonely, and I can't often come to accompany you. I hope they can be here to accompany you instead of me." Wang Baole spoke softly. After saying that, he immediately went to observe the mask and found that there was no change in the mask. He was a little disappointed at the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that this little sister is also experienced, and it's not easy to coax..." Wang Baole blinked, sighed in his heart, and then coughed.

"By the way, little sister, I suddenly remembered something. The scabbard you made me refine, I have refined it, but how can I use it? I have tried several times..."

Before Wang Baole finished his words, just when he said this, suddenly a gust of wind blew up one of the flowers beside the mask, skimming over the mask, as if it was going to be blown away.

But at this time, suddenly, it seemed that an invisible hand stretched out from the mask and gently pinched the flower that was about to float away, making the flower, as if solidified, pause in mid air!

This scene made Wang Baole's eyes shrink suddenly, and his breath was slightly short. He looked at the flower floating in the air, and soon saw that the flower was slightly raised, as if someone had taken it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, vaguely, as if he saw the figure of a woman on the mask. The woman had long hair and was wearing ancient palace clothes. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she had a sense of independence. At the moment, she was holding flowers in a slender hand and smelling gently.

"Thank you." For a long time, when Wang Baole's heart was beating faster, the cold voice suddenly came from the black mask. This sudden words immediately startled Wang Baole. He quickly stepped back, and after pressing down the panic, Wang Baole blinked and quickly opened his mouth

"Little sister, your voice is really nice..."

"..." the black mask was silent for a while, and after a long time, the originally cold voice in it was obviously no longer so cold, as if there were more emotions, and the second sentence came out.

"The scabbard is a growing magic tool. Only when you refine it to the third grade can you release the sword spirit needle. I'll teach you a method to integrate this scabbard into your body for cultivation. In this way, it can be integrated with your spirit, and then it can be like an arm and a finger."

"At the same time, in this cultivation, it will also become your life magic weapon. In the future, it will be more in line with your character and spirit in terms of some effects and changes."

"In addition, I will tell you how to refine the scabbard to the third grade. You need to keep in mind at all times and strive to refine the scabbard to the third grade as soon as possible." When the voice of the little sister in the mask kept coming out, wangbaole was excited.

This is the most communication between the other party and himself since he obtained the mask, and it is obvious that the tone is no longer as cold as before, which makes Wang Baole feel excited, feel that his gift is given correctly, and ponder that he was too stupid before. The little sister in this mask obviously has many places that need to be unlocked one by one.

"It seems that we should coax her more in the future... Try to unlock all the locks as soon as possible, be harmonious with each other, and increase the popularity!" Wang Baole was happy, and he firmly remembered what his little sister said about the method of turning the scabbard into a life-long magic instrument and the formula of refining the third product, so he planned to leave.

But when he was ready to pick up the mask and leave the dream, the little sister in the mask, the cold voice, echoed again.

"I want to stay here."

"Ah?" Wangbaole was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he left the dream alone. Just before leaving, he looked back at the place where the mask was located. The flower was still floating in the air

As if she had been gazing and gently smelling the fragrance of flowers.

Somehow, this eye impressed Wang Baole very deeply. He seemed to really feel the deep loneliness from the woman

In silence, Wang Baole returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, he found that the mask was indeed gone. Only the dream pillow was there motionless, so he carefully put the dream pillow away. Wang Baole took a deep breath, sat down cross legged, and tried to integrate the scabbard into the body according to the method given by Miss sister.

This method is simple, and the process is smooth. Soon, the scabbard disappears into the outside world, shrinks many times in his body, and rotates with the seed devouring vortex.

As for the formula of refining the scabbard to the second grade, the material is much more precious than the first grade, and the quantity is more than ten times. After reading it, Wang Baole, although most of them are familiar with it, it can be roughly calculated that it costs a lot.

At the same time, the number of soldiers is no longer 100, but 1000!

This is nothing. The material for refining the third grade is even more exaggerated, especially the army sand, which needs 10000!

Even if Wang Baole can refine colorful spirit stones by himself, he is amazed at this amount.

However, thinking of the power of the scabbard, Wang Baole gritted his teeth and began to refine the soldier sand with expectation. However, as he refined, Wang Baole suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Soldier sand can stimulate all the potential of the scabbard, making its wrinkle like a variation... Can it be used on other magic tools?" Wangbaole thought of this and immediately moved.

"The scabbard is hindered by the grade. After refining, it has no effect at present, but those second-class perfect magic tools of mine are powerful in themselves. If they can stimulate the full potential and make the wrinkle variation, will the power... Surge?"

Wang Baole's eyes lit up and pondered for a while. After considering the feasibility, he planned to try to refine and see the results. Instead of using those valuable magic tools, he took out many first and second grade magic tools that were left from the previous refining tools and could not be sold from the storage bag, and went straight to the furnace to begin refining.

"It's just failure... But once I succeed, my magic tool must be unpredictable, because this variation is uncontrollable, and I don't know what will happen after the magic tool variation!"

"Will there be a magic weapon?" Wang Baole's heart itched and his eyes were full of longing.