"It's true!" Rosefinch is very happy. Its huge volume shrinks a hundred times in one breath. The bright red light flowed on its body, and dense tiny sparks crackled on the surface of rosefinch's body.

Different from the past, the body of rosefinch is far more solid than before.

Rosefinch fell on Han Zhen's shoulder, showing a very proud expression, "this is my credit, you owe me one."

Zhuque is most uncomfortable with Han Zhen's way of treating it. If there is such an opportunity, of course, it has to show Han Zhen.

Han Zhen's face is very calm, "are you sure I owe you one?"

The rosefinch laughs, "isn't it? If it wasn't for me, how could this flying sword be refined successfully? "

"Really?" Han Zhen showed a smile.

Rosefinch hesitated for a moment. The last step of refining was Han Zhen's control“ Even if it's your credit just now, I can pay a great price for refining. "

"Just the price?" Han Zhen's face was slightly amused.

"As if..." a spark crackled on the rosefinch's body, and the spark split into the red torrent and entered the rosefinch's body.

Rosefinch feel their own strength unprecedented condensed, the body seems to be filled with a round of the sun. Rosefinch in the fire, not only absorbed a lot of fire.

In Han Zhen's Fu Zhuan, the power in the body of rosefinch circulates in the Fu Zhuan. After the Fu Zhuan, many impurities in the rosefinch power disappeared.

After the rosefinch figured this out, her face unconsciously showed some embarrassment, "you control me, and then use me, and then..."

Rosefinch can't say any more. Although Han Zhen's method is tough, the benefit of Zhuque in the earth fire is no less than the refining of Feijian.

Rosefinch is proud and can't lie.

Rosefinch embarrassed color more and more heavy, it followed by the change of topic, "Feijian refining, what's its name?"

Han Zhen knows the character of rosefinch very well. Those who are arrogant and arrogant are also easy to gain trust. Han Zhen knows not a few people, and has long known a lot about how to treat them.

Rosefinch's reaction now is also as early as Han Zhen's expectation.

Han Zhen's eyes turn to the flying sword. The flying sword is so flexible that it communicates with Han zhennian, just like a part of his body.

This is the strength of Feijian. Once the sacrifice is successful, it will become a part of one's own touch.

This is the first time that Han Zhen has refined his own weapons since his rebirth.

In Han Zhen's eyes, the magic tools he used to get from others are only disposable items. Only this time can the flying sword really belong to Han Zhen.

Han Zhen gently holds the flying sword. The flexible flying sword lies quietly in the palm of Han Zhen's hand. A feeling of flesh and blood is transmitted to Han Zhen's heart.

For the first time, Han Zhen felt at ease, "the name seems to have forgotten."

Han Zhen concentrated on cultivation, and then fought with pinggong Tianze. Until Feijian started, Han Zhen didn't think of a name for it.

However, Han Zhen has an impulse. We must set a name for the first weapon in this life.

In the sky, the pilots of the three aircrafts can no longer restrain their fear. These monster like characters are cold in their hearts.

"Kill him at all costs!" For the first time, there was fear in his heart.

"Kill him!" Everyone is determined.