Chapter 610: Night

Chapter six hundred and eleventh night

In the backyard of the villa, Zhuo Bufan pinched his hands with his hands to pinch a few golden flames, and the void burned into a golden fire lotus.

Immediately after throwing the amethyst stone into the golden fire lotus, he kept spitting out complicated and obscure syllables, and each syllable turned into a tadpole-like rune in the air, like a star in the sky.

After spitting out one hundred and eight tadpole texts, Zhuo Bufan stopped and opened his pupils and shot out two brilliant lights.

"Master, what are you doing?" Shi Jiancong stepped on the fallen leaves in the yard and came to the back yard with a tea cup, watching this scene in surprise.

Zhuo Bufan took the tea cup in her hand, took a sip, and smiled faintly: "This is the purple lapis lazuli I found in the Wilderness Alliance. It is an excellent material for refining magical tools. I am going to refining one. I'll give you a flying sword. By the way, I will pass on your and my Taoism, Hualian Sword Art.

Once Zhuo Bufan became the Nine Profound Immortal Venerable, and when he stepped into the combination of the gods, he occasionally glanced at the fairy realm lotus blossom in the Nine Heavens Profound Land. Suddenly he realized that he created a variety of magic and secret techniques, among which Hualian Lotus Swordsmanship Kill the first swordsmanship.

"If you can refine my set of swordsmanship, you can win the enemy's first level from thousands of miles away. If you can reach the cultivation base of the Harmony period, the gods will be all over the blue star. No matter where the enemy is hiding, the flying sword will come out. , There is no blood, no blood."

"So powerful?" Shi Jian's small face showed a trace of excitement, and he pursed his lips and said: "My son, Shi Jian doesn't work hard at ordinary times. Otherwise, when my son is in danger, I can help and it won't cause trouble. This is the case now."

"Well, don't blame yourself. You can step into this realm in a short time with your aptitude. You are already a girl of the sky, and you may not have the opportunity to follow me in the future."

"Yeah, I must follow the son for the rest of my life, and the ends of the earth and the corners of the world, the seas and stones shall follow the son." The sword of the sword exudes a lot of splendor.

Zhuo Bufan's mouth evokes a shallow arc, rubbing her head, "Okay, I will accept you as my closed disciple."

"Thank you, Master." Shi Jian said, kneeling on the ground, giving his disciples three knocks and nine prayers.

Zhuo Bufan accepted it frankly. Since he was willing to accept the sword as a disciple, he must preach that she has no supreme orthodoxy, and rituals and music cannot be bad.

After doing this, Zhuo Bufan stared at the flames burning in the void again. If he hadn't absorbed the fire of the earth veins in the desert, the aura of the fire system had increased a bit. I am afraid that it would not be so easy to refine amethyst. You must find the fire of earth veins. Only with the best furnace.

But now his flame has turned into a golden and white color, burning all things, and using spells as a vain tripod. All he needs to do is to engrave the shape of the sword remembered in his divine consciousness.

Shi Jian opened his beautiful eyes and stood quietly beside him, watching the purple and cyan stones in the flame melt into a stream of water, entangled and gathered together, slowly condensed into a sphere, and slowly solidified into one. The Qingfeng with a handle about two feet long is about **** wide.

"Come out." Zhuo Bufan patted the space limit, and suddenly a cloud of black mist soared into the sky, and he wanted to fly away.

"Want to leave?" Zhuo Bufan smiled coldly, reached out his hand, and retrieved the black mist in his hand. The thunderbolt in his hand trapped the black mist, and the black mist wanted to rush out, and a black smoke appeared on the thunder and lightning. , Issued a painful whine.

This group of black mist was exactly the soul of Zhuo Bufan who killed the black-scaled hungry wolf. He was confined in the space ring at the time, originally intended to be used as the spirit of the dragon snake bow, but the dragon snake bow was destroyed and did not come in handy.

However, this time the refining of the purple sword can come in handy. All magical artifacts require a soul, which can not only improve the attributes of the treasure, but also cultivate the spirituality of the magical artifact.

Zhuo Bufan erased the memory of the black-scaled hungry wolf casually, signed an oath and soul deed, and immediately plunged into the purple sword.

After a while, the flames in the void dissipated, and a sword full of purple and green light was suspended in the air, and dozens of cursing patterns were engraved on the hilt of the two-foot-long sword, and it made a pleasant clear cry. It seems to celebrate his birth in general.

"It's so beautiful." Shi Jian said happily with his beautiful eyes open and an expression of excitement.

Zhuo Bufan squeezed Fajue with both hands, and immediately the purple-green sword emitted a halo, and immediately turned into a string of purple-cyan intersecting bracelet bells and fell into his hand.

"My son, how could it become like this?" Shi Jian asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhuo Bufan said lightly: "If you go out with a sword on your back, I am afraid it will easily cause trouble. You bring this string of bracelet bells in your hand. When you need it in your heart, silently thinking that the sword will appear."

With that said, Zhuo Bufan took out a drop of blood from the servant sword and poured it into the bell.

There is also a feeling in the swordsman, it seems that she and the bell are in one mind, as long as her mind moves, she can summon the purple sword.

"Thank you, Master...Master." Shi Jian blushed and said, "Can I call you Master in the future?"

"It's up to you." Zhuo Bufan said, placing the bell in his hand and said: "The shape is a bell, which means a sword. It can cut iron like mud, and it can be soft around the ring; the heart is the sword, the force of the sword, Strong proof, a thousand hands, a thousand hearts and a thousand shadow swords, one person, one way, one world."

"Yeah." Shijian's little chicken nodded vigorously like a peck of rice.

Zhuo Bufan's pupils shot two cold glows, "The Nine-door Admiral and Nie Chengrong are waiting for me at the villa. I want to let those enemies who dare to hurt my friends and my family know that doing something wrong has a price!"

Shi Jian put on a bell, shook Yushuang Saixue's wrist, and made a light and crisp sound, and then the purple light gleamed, a sword appeared in her hand, and she thought about it again, and the sword turned into a bell again.

In the lobby of the villa, the Jiumen Admiral, Nie Fengrong, Zhong Shousong and others sat on wooden chairs with sullen expressions.

Seeing a long-haired shawl, black-haired and black-eyed young man in a suit walked out of the backyard, the three of them stood up at the same time and said in unison: "Mr. Zhuo."

"Okay, all sit down." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently, before sitting down in the first place, frowning and saying, "Why don't the people of the Chu family come to see me?"

"Mr. Zhuo, Chu Jiao of the Chu family came back and brought the power of the Ruan family to force Chu Feiyun to give way. Now Chu Feiyun is utterly burnt." The Nine Sect Admiral sighed and said.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, looking at the appearance of Nie Chengrong, Jiumen Admiral, and Zhong Shousong, it seemed that it was very difficult for them to pass these three months. If the Jiumen Admiral is a martial arts master, he has deep roots in Qinzhou, I am afraid that even Shijian will be killed. To die.

"Well, what a Ruan family, I'm back, let them prepare to bear my anger." Zhuo Bufan's expression is solemn, and his whole body exudes powerful pressure.

Even the admiral of the nine sects showed a shocked look. In three months, Zhuo Bufan's strength seemed to have improved by another level, with an extremely powerful self-confidence.

"However, the Ruan family sent a magic master from the Western Province to overwhelm us Qinzhou and bowed our heads. Many families who took refuge in us have rebelled..." Zhong Shousong's face was worried.

The magic master from Western Province showed great power in Qinzhou, and even Jiumen was not his opponent. He was known as one of the three major magic masters in Western Province.