Chapter 630

Shiyun was stunned. His small mouth was still open and stared at him. The handsome young man from China had a little wet eyes and a thick sweetness in his heart: "I suddenly found that you are really like a man..."

Qin Yi stretched out his hand and gently stroked a wisp of messy green silk in front of Shiyun's forehead behind her ear. Then, his palm slipped slowly, held the girl's smooth and tender cheeks like silk and satin, and said with a faint smile: "don't worry, I'll be fine. Don't forget, I'm the Tingwei of Kyushu Vatican, a Tingwei of Kyushu Vatican. How can it be so easy to have an accident?"

Another thing, he is the one who shoulders the entrustment of emperor Xiangu and the king of Kyushu. If he hangs on the hand of Tan Zong, he will fart!

Feeling the warmth and poetic cheeks on Qin Yi's palm, he couldn't help but blush and run away like a frightened deer.

Looking at Qin Yijun's face, the faint smile of warm heart and self-confidence had to sigh heavily.

After seeing off the poetic rhyme, Qin Yi stood in place and carefully recalled the bits and pieces between himself and the poetic rhyme these days. Finally, he came to an inexplicable conclusion: the broken things between men and women are really too strange!

He shook his head and threw away these messy thoughts. For a moment, Qin Yi thought of his smoke gun and took it out.

"Hum..."

As he instilled the mysterious Qi into the smoke and cloud long gun, the whole long gun suddenly trembled and showed a strong killing intention.

At the same time, a young man in a green robe slowly formed over the smoke and cloud gun. The man in a green robe was a little vague, but it could be seen that Qin Yi looked very handsome.

Smoke and cloud spiritual knowledge!

Qin Yi hasn't seen him since he saw this reconstituted smoke and cloud spiritual knowledge in the chamber of Commerce of the Xuan family of the great Chu last time.

"Smoke and cloud, so it's gone. Why are you so weak?"

Looking at the vague smoke and cloud spiritual knowledge, Qin Yi was slightly disappointed. Only from the vague figure of smoke and cloud spiritual knowledge, Qin Yi knew that the smoke and cloud spiritual knowledge at this time was still vulnerable, far less powerful than when he first saw him in the demon God cemetery in the past.

"Young man, it's lucky that my spiritual sense can reunite. Do you still want me to upgrade the smoke cloud spear into an artifact in an extreme time? Don't be wishful thinking! "

The smoke and cloud spirit consciousness was quietly suspended in the air, overlooking Qin Yi on the ground, and disdained a faint smile: "a weapon, if you want to have spirit consciousness, you must go through an incomparably long time. If you want to be strong, you must also have an incomparably long time. It can't be completed overnight."

Qin Yi frowned and thought it was quite reasonable. He paused and asked, "so, do all artifacts have spiritual knowledge?"

"Of course."

Yan Yun's spiritual knowledge gently nodded his head: "even the most powerful tool refiner can only make holy tools, but it is impossible to make divine tools."

"Do you mean that all the artifacts in the world are upgraded from sacred ones?"

"Exactly."

Qin Yi knew it clearly and couldn't help sighing that the artifact would be so precious and scarce. It turned out that it was all upgraded from the sacred artifact. In the extremely distant Xiangu years, the owners of the artifact were basically those Xiangu emperors. However, in the current Hongmeng era, he hasn't seen the artifact, even the top-grade sacred artifact.

He quickly stroked it in his heart. Every weapon is an ordinary weapon. According to the different materials used, the quality is different. Therefore, there are lower, middle and top-grade ordinary weapons.

Sacred vessels are ordinary vessels inlaid with precious stones or melted into the soul, so that their lethality has risen to a new level.

"So, how far should the psychic awareness of a weapon grow before it can be upgraded into an artifact?"

After pondering, Qin Yi asked such a question.

"The strength reaches the emperor's way."

Smoke and cloud spirit consciousness, spit out word by word.

Strength reaches the emperor's way!

Qin Yi was stunned. It was extremely difficult for a cultivator to cultivate God's way. It was conceivable that the spiritual knowledge of a weapon was very difficult to reach the strength of emperor's way.

Smoke cloud spirit consciousness, and then said with an expressionless face: "in other words, if a cultivator has an artifact, it is equivalent to having a helper of a strong emperor."

Qin Yi's eyes brightened slightly, which is quite worthy of expectation.

If you have a helper like a strong emperor, the scene of fighting must be quite cool.

Suppressing the slightly boiling blood in his body, Qin Yi touched his nose and asked, "is there any way to make the spiritual sense of weapons grow faster?"

"Yes, put the weapon into the eternal killing field and let it absorb the killing intention there. There is another way, that is to pull out the souls of some strong people and seal them into the weapons. As long as the killing intention is absorbed or the sealed soul is enough, the spiritual awareness of the weapons will naturally become stronger. "

The smoke cloud spirit knows to say.

Qin Yi smiled slightly bitterly. How can there be eternal killing in the current Hongmeng era?

It is too miserable for Qin Yi to pull out the soul of the strong and seal it into the weapon.

Now it seems that the only way to grow up is to let the smoke and cloud spirit know themselves.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

With the morning light of this day, it shines obliquely in the prosperous Duanyang city from the East. The first war between Qin Yi and Tan Zong also came as scheduled.

The competition ground between Qin Yi and Tan Zong is located on the military training ground of the Daliang royal family.

Early in the morning, there was a sea of people on the military training ground, which could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

Just five days ago, the royal family of Daliang had posted the notice. There was an uproar in the Duanyang city. At this moment, the scene on the training ground can be imagined. Almost two-thirds of the residents of the whole Duanyang city came.

These people surrounded the training ground, leaving a large circular open space in the middle for the competition between Qin Yi and Tan Zong.

The outermost part of the training ground is guarded by a layer of elite soldiers to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make a mess.

On one side of the training ground, twelve huge drums were placed. In front of each drum, a drummer with bare arms stood.

On one side of the palace, there is a row of wait-and-see piers, which are full of civil and military ministers of the royal family and palace maids. His majesty Liang, Tan Zong, Shiyun and others are also Huoran among these people.

In addition, Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang also sat among these people.

"The scene is really not generally lively. It's not much different from the battle flag competition of Da Chu in the past."

Qin Yi glanced slowly at the crowded training ground and couldn't help smacking his mouth. Especially when his eyes touched the twelve huge drums, he opened his mouth in amazement. He didn't expect that the Daliang royal family would make the competition so heavy.

Qin Yi knew very well that the more grand the scene was, the more it explained the Daliang royal family. The more indignant he was about challenging the first expert of Daliang!

However, he had seen countless big scenes, and he was not stage fright. The look on his handsome face soon became calm and calm.

"How could there be so many people?"

The Yan Meiniang beside him was full of horror. Obviously, she from a small tribe had never seen such a big battle.

She slightly raised her gorgeous little face and looked at Qin Yi around her. In her charming eyes, there was an obvious look of worry: "Qin Yi, are you sure to win this war?"

Qin Yi smiled faintly, raised her hand and scraped the tall and beautiful nose of Yan Mei Niang. She was about to say something.

"Chinese youth, if you have stage fright, it's OK to admit defeat. You're a friend of poetry. We'll treat you as a VIP."

A faint voice came slowly from a distance.

Qin Yi slightly stagnated and turned away. Tan Zong, wearing a black robe, was slightly looking up at himself, and the poetry around him was obviously bitter on his face.

Beside them, in addition to his majesty Daliang, there was an old man with white beard in gray robe. The old man with white beard looked at Qin Yi from a distance, and his eyes were filled with a look of disdain.

Qin Yi only glanced at the old man with white beard, then looked at Tan Zong and said with a light smile: "it seems that this strong man is the first expert of the girder. It really deserves his reputation. However, I still want to experience the real strength of the strong man. Your majesty... "

Qin Yi looked at his majesty Daliang in a luxurious imperial robe and said respectfully, "if I win this war, can I be rewarded with a fire lotus?"

His majesty Liang was stunned and immediately said with a long smile: "ha ha, Chinese youth, poetry has long reported to me the real purpose of you coming to challenge our No. 1 expert of Liang. Can you take such a risk for a fire lotus?"

Adventure?

Touching his nose, Qin Yi smiled faintly: "I don't think the first master to challenge the girder is taking risks."

As soon as he said this, all the civil and military ministers of Daliang, including his majesty Daliang, were stunned. This young man from China was so arrogant that he didn't think that challenging the first master of Daliang was an adventure. At this time, he should have felt the threat of death.

Looking at the handsome young man with a light face, Tan Zong's chest, a vague rise and fall, and an unknown fire rises leisurely in his chest. The boy doesn't actually see himself as a very threatening existence.