C26

When all of the wounds on Ling Jun's body had been completely set ablaze, Zhu Yue turned around with a red face, cursing in her heart, "Clothes not in order, hoodlum!"

Peng! Two hours later, the aura of Ling Jun's body grew by a level.

Bang. Four hours later, another layer appeared.

"I ate Origin Returning Pills to recover my strength, but you ate Origin Returning Pills to increase your cultivation?" Zhu Yue was jealous and envious.

Bang, bang, bang … Ling Jun's aura finally stabilized at the peak of Sword Kinesis. This was the limit of the body.

The flame in his hand slowly extinguished, and a fist-sized red pill appeared in his hands.

Zhu Yue let out a long sigh of relief. Pervert, you can bear to wake up? Do you know of three groups of people who have come to search? "

"I believe in your judgement. This place will definitely not be discovered." "Pills?" Ling Jun spat out a mouthful of turbid air as he looked at the large pill in his hand. "Put it away first."

"Wait, what's that in your hand?" Zhu Yue also discovered the strange item in Ling Jun's hand.

"The medicinal essence of the Origin Returning Pill." "Yes." Ling Jun handed the large pill over to Zhu Yue. I only extracted the spiritual energy from it. There's no time to bind them. "

"Warm and solid, Zhu Yue took a whiff, but there was no scent at all." "What a lie, why didn't I smell the fragrance of the pills?"

Ling Jun said, "None of the pills I've refined have the fragrance of pills."

"Puff …" "You even know how to forge pills?" Zhu Yue couldn't help laughing out loud. How can there be such a thing as an insufferable pill?

"I know a bit." Ling Jun was not humble at all. His alchemy skills were indeed not that high. After all, in his previous life, he had spent most of his time in battles. To gain strength was his unchanging pursuit.

"Ah, I know how to be modest now." Dang Dang Dang, Zhu Yue threw out a bunch of Pamir's scimitars, "First refine a sword and let me take a look."

"I don't have any tools!" Ling Du desperately needed a broken sword. Although Pamir's sword was not a good sword, at least it was not easy to break.

"Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!" Zhu Yue threw out another pile of things. I stole it. "Don't think about playing any tricks."

Ling Jun gave a thumbs up, "Zhu Xian knows for sure that he will go crazy." He searched through the groceries for a while before picking out a hammer and a crafting furnace. After searching for a while, he found three Rank 4 Spirit Stones. He laughed out loud as if he had found a treasure, "A top-grade Pamir sword."

"Bullsh * t." Zhu Yue still didn't believe that he could refine it, "How can you start a fire? What should I use to temper it? "

Ling Du kept all the required materials into his storage ring. He left the cave in a flash.

The sun was shining brightly, and a few swallows were flying under the clear sky. Ling Jun took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at the surrounding mountains. The color of the sky was filled with a dense life force.

Zhu Yue packed up her things and chased out of the cave, grabbing Ling Jun. "Don't even think about running. If you can't, just say so." I'm not laughing at you. "

"Let's go." Lakshuuyu took advantage of the momentum and ran toward a rocky outcrop.

Landing at the foot of the mountain, Ling Jun couldn't help but twitch his mouth, "Looks like I need to forge a flying sword."

Zhu Yue stayed far away from him and said unhappily, "Hurry up and refine the flying Pamir sword. I will reward you with three thousand Returning Energy Pills."

A flying Pamir sword... A thought flashed through Ling Du's mind as she immediately took action. He held his sword in front of the chosen rock.

Focus, luck, draw the sword, and make your move.

Boom! A sword light flashed, and a black rock appeared in front of him.

Soon, he split the black rocks into seven or eight portions, each weighing about two hundred pounds. The classification was completed and they set off once again.

With seven turns and eight twists and turns, Ling Yun brought Zhu Yue to a quiet lake. Wisps of cold smoke were emitted from the crystal clear water, giving people a feeling of longing.

The grass and trees around him were lush, giving him no sense of autumn.

"Ai, that's the only way." Ling was quite depressed. He had left his room with the bright fire and lake water.

Zhu Yue had already sat down on a tree, swinging her legs to observe Ling Jun. She liked to sit at a high place and watch from a distance. In the cold pool, he was thin but full of life. His happiness was exposed by a pair of shining eyes. At this moment, she discovered that Ling Jun had the same childish aura as her.

Ling Du placed the blackstone in the lower level of the crafting furnace and placed it in a flame. After a quarter-hour, the blackstone began to burn. Occasionally, there would be a hint of yellow in the light blue flame.

After an hour, the spiritual energy within the furnace began to pour Pamir's scimitars into the furnace one by one.

Add the black stone, throw the machete, and stir the molten iron with the force of your palm. After four hours, the one hundred scimitars had turned into a puddle of molten metal.

After the cooking iron was completed, the moon was already shining in the sky. Zhu Yue landed beside Ling Jun, smiled and said, "You don't seem to have a sword groove."

The Spirit focused on drawing a sword in the furnace. The sword was three feet long and an inch and a half wide. "The tip of the sword is curved, the hilt is two inches long, and there are two crescent-shaped grooves where the blade is connected. The hilt has four protruding semicircles, just right for the right hand holding the sword." This is the sword groove. " As he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, and two streams of water flew out from the pool and into the furnace.

After a puff of white smoke, the molten liquid around the sword condensed into a lump. As for the sword, it was still a liquid. The nimble Pamir iron ore essence glowed with a silvery white light.

"Wasting, too wasteful." Zhu Yue praised him in her heart for his godly skills, saying that he had wasted all his resources.

"Get rid of the dregs and obtain their essence." "Where did this waste come from?" The spiritual energy constantly poured into the flowing iron and stone essence. When the molten metal stopped flowing, he threw in two Level 4 Soul Stones.

The moment the soul stone fell into the sword, it melted and turned into a white film that covered the sword.

His right hand was burning with fire. The molten metal once again flowed, forming lines that circled around the sword.

After nurturing the sword for six hours, the moment the moon set, his spirit would lead another stream of water into the furnace.

Sizzle sizzle. "Rise." Following Ling Jun's shout, a one-tenth of an inch thick three-foot long sword floated above the crafting furnace.

Amidst the white smoke, it emitted layers of heat waves. As Ling Du moved his right hand, he drew a "Yan" character on the sword hilt with lightning speed.

That's right, the shape of his sword was exactly the same as Yan Hun. Yan Hun was his life and had been his everything, but unfortunately, Du Ruoruo had trespassed into his world later on.

Zhu Yue scratched her head and said, "Is that all?" You don't need to train with it? "

"Not yet. I want it to fly." The spirits all closed their eyes and released a sliver of their primordial spirit.

Zhu Yue understood and shouted, "Wait! This sword is mine!" "She grabbed Ling Jun's left hand and did not let him leave a mark on the sword." Refiners could not use the first sword they refined. It's a rule. "

Ling Jun glared at him. "It's not me …" While he was speaking, Zhu Yue had already arrived before him and sent a stream of spiritual sense in.

"Pfft. The heat from the sword caused her to roll all over the place." Hehe, shrink the sword hilt a bit. Using my materials to refine your sword, how can you have the face to make it? "

"He really knows how to rush!" "Since Ling Yunyi had neglected to do so, he had to do as Zhu Yue said." Show me your hand. Can you ride the sword? "

"No, you can teach me." Zhu Yue bashfully smiled, "I've been waiting, so naturally I'm faster than you."

Alright, I am not afraid of thieves stealing, but rather, I am afraid of thieves missing. The person beside him was undoubtedly the thief amongst the thieves.

Zhu Yue's smile was as brilliant as a flower. After obtaining a custom-made treasured sword, she happily ran around the valley.

After Ling Du finished refining a sword that did not belong to him, holding the sword hurt his spirit.

"Don't be sad, I'll buy some iron to send you back next time." Zhu Yue grabbed the sword in his hand and waved it in the air.

"Forget it, I'll look for the materials myself." "Bring me the pill." He did not want to waste any more energy. His hands were soft on people.