Chapter 892

With the foundation of 90 small veins, martial arts cultivation comes naturally without difficulty.

The difficulty is the sword!

It can be seen that the sword array has high requirements for swords.

Ordinary swords are scrapped once used, or even destroyed because they can't withstand the high-speed impact of the sword array.

Therefore, the sword must be a good sword!

In the manual of Dayan sword array, there is a set of forging drawing for refining Nirvana long sword. The forged sword is called Dayan sword.

Its product level is level 4. Among the required materials, blood snake stone is just one of them, and it is only an auxiliary material.

The main material is a top-level material called void dust.

Its scarcity is more precious than sky fire.

Tianhuo can occasionally be found in some inaccessible places, and it is occasionally sold on the market.

But the dust of the void is the dust left by the broken void when mortals achieve the throne of God.

This dust has the power to penetrate the void. It is extraordinary.

"The void dust is hopeless." Xia Qingchen sighed helplessly: "we can only find secondary materials to refine the imitation of Dayan sword."

A grain of empty dust is worth as much as a field.

Even if he was born occasionally, he was also won by the king of Liang, zhongyun and manwang.

There is not a grain left in the market.

The matter of materials can only be considered in the long run.

He took eight Nirvana swords of average quality from the nirvana treasure house in the spirit palace for temporary use.

When you find the right material, you can refine the imitation Dayan sword.

Back to the barracks.

Fang Cuihong and others are teaching Zizi tiantuan's flying immortal martial arts. Although not everyone can learn it, it's not difficult, and you can learn a little.

"My Lord." Seeing Xia Qingchen coming back, Fang Cuihong said strangely, "you're back. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I can't control the cloud LAN battle group."

Xia Qingchen said, "why?"

He has appointed Fang Cuihong as the thousand valiant cavalry of the cloud and LAN battle regiment. Why can't he control it?

Fang Cuihong pointed to the camp of Wan Xiaoqi commander of Xia Qingchen and said helplessly, "look, adults."

Looking along his eyes, Xia Qingchen was not surprised.

Seeing the members of the cloud and LAN battle group, a group of female soldiers surrounded his camp and peeped into it from the cracks of the camp.

Their faces were strangely excited, sometimes shy, sometimes excited and strange.

Xia Qingchen came over, stood behind them and said, "what are you doing?"

Suddenly, the female soldiers turned around one after another, stood flustered and said, "see Lord Xia."

Xia Qingchen looked at them suspiciously and opened the curtain to sweep inside.

I saw Sanskrit sitting on the top chair of the camp, with a veil on his cheek and helplessness in his eyes.

Seeing Xia Qingchen, he immediately stood up and said in a crying voice, "you're back at last. If you don't come again, I'll be eaten by them."

This is the sound of mourning, but it can fall in Xia Qingchen's ears, but it has a unique and enchanting feeling.

Among the gestures, there is an unspeakable charming style, like a handsome young man as bright as the moon, with infinite demeanor.

Xia Qingchen, a man, couldn't help beating his heart.

"It seems that you have achieved success in the cultivation of national color and fragrance." Xia Qingchen finally understood why the female soldiers outside reacted so much.

Sanskrit Yin dragged Xia Qingchen in and said with happy and complaining eyes, "why didn't you tell me that the body of a man has such a powerful effect?"

He is now a woman disguised as a man, but shouldn't "national color and fragrance" only show its power on women?

Xia Qingchen gathered to fluctuate and was calm: "you might as well try to restore your daughter."

The man's body is still like this. If he recovers his female form, he is afraid that the purple word tiantuan will be confused by her. Xia Qingchen may not be able to hold down the lost male soldiers.

"What you gave me is really national color and fragrance?" Sanskrit looked at him without blinking.

Xia Qingchen said faintly, "otherwise?"

The heart of Sanskrit beats wildly. Is it really like Xia Qingchen's saying that this is the supreme divine skill that can be cultivated into God?

For the first time, she felt that it was not a bad thing to be captured by Xia Qingchen and become her slave.

"If you practice for a period of time, you can go back to zhongyun territory. With your attainments in" national color produces fragrance ", I believe you will have a great time to fight." Summer light dust road.

He always remembers how, before he became a God, he charmed all the respected kings on earth by relying on an article "national color produces fragrance".

Even several demigods competing for the throne fought for the God, and finally even gave up the throne.

Although the practice of Sanskrit is still shallow, it must be able to do well in the zhongyun realm.

"Really?" Sanskrit was so excited that he hugged Xia Qingchen: "thank you, sir. Thank you for your kindness."

When hugging, it virtually releases the flattering technique in national color and fragrance.

And, with the maturity in front of the chest, squeeze Xia Qingchen's arm.

Xia Qingchen's face was expressionless. He gently pushed it away and said faintly, "don't show your flattering skills to me. It's useless."

Is his mind comparable to that of ordinary people?

Mei God can't confuse it, let alone the fledgling Sanskrit?

"Can't you?" The Sanskrit voice was rejected several times, and his eyes moved down to Xia Qingchen's legs.

She used to say that her flattery was too low, but she accepted it.

Now it's obvious that Xia Qingchen has made great progress. Is there really such a man in the world?

Xia Qingchen's green veins beat on his forehead: "go to practice immediately."

"Just get out!" Sanskrit Yin made a grimace and was about to turn around. He suddenly remembered something and took out a letter from his arms that was covered by her: "promise, the letter sent by the third childe."

However, she did not take out the letter completely, but took out half, and the other half was still inserted in her chest.

"Oh, I can't pull it out. It's too tight. What should I do?" Sanskrit looked helpless and sent his chest to Xia Qingchen.

Looking down, the beautiful scenery is clearly visible.

Xia Qingchen glared at him, grabbed it in the air, and the letterhead was sucked out.

However, what was sucked out together was a red belly pocket, which fell into Xia Qingchen's palm together with the stationery.

"Good or bad, my Lord! Want to say it directly? Why? " Sanskrit Yin hugged his chest and said with a sly smile in his eyes.

Xia Qingchen threw away his belly pocket and said word by word: "purple! Xiao! Slave! Circle! "

In this way, Sanskrit was startled and ran away.

Xia Qingchen was angry and funny: "it's getting worse and worse!"

Probably with the wisdom of Sanskrit, Xia Qingchen has been insinuated. He knows that although he is indifferent, he is not a murderous person. He dares to joke like this.

Then he opened the letter and asked the third childe to go to the military palace.

All the people in the military palace who want to go to the Fairy Magic chess game are invited to meet together and negotiate the cooperation mode.

Xia Qingchen put away the letter and said faintly, "I don't know if anyone is willing to cooperate with me, the breakthrough loser?"

(there will be an update at 12:00 noon tomorrow, and the two guarantees the minimum)