Chapter 17 Tempering the Sword

"Huh? Talisman?"

Su Twelve had seen the introduction about talismans in the sect's manual. He was slightly startled and then realized what he was doing.

His eyes turned cold, and he turned to look at the handyman disciple beside him.

The handyman disciple was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. When he saw Su Twelve's sharp gaze, before Su Twelve could speak, a first-level light escape talisman appeared in his hand.

The talisman was activated, and the next second, the handyman disciple disappeared.

Su Twelve frowned, but didn't pursue him any further.

The sect's rules strictly prohibit internal fighting among disciples. This ruined alchemy room is remote and quiet, and if you do something here, you will not notice it.

But if you chase him out, you can't guarantee that you won't encounter other people.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time we meet! After this incident, they probably won't come again in a short time."

"It's a pity that I have thirty high-quality Yuan-Pui Yuan Pills!"

"However, this sword is quite good. It seems to be a low-grade magic weapon recorded in the book. I don't know how much it is worth! Even if it is not better than those Peiyuan Dan, it shouldn't be too bad."

After muttering something under his breath, Su Twelve lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. The two-foot-long swords were all black and green, and it was unknown what material they were made of.

There are two small words engraved on the sword hilt: white mist.

The blade of the sword shone with a cold light, and it was obvious at first glance that it was extremely sharp.

Regardless of appearance or texture, it is undoubtedly a low-grade magical artifact.

The magic weapon is a treasure used by monks, and only the monk's unique true energy can activate it.

On top of the magical weapons, there are also spiritual weapons, magic weapons, etc. But those are too far away from the monks in the Qi training stage.

Regardless of whether it is a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon, it is divided into grades: low grade, medium grade, top grade, and top grade.

Su Twelve recalled the introduction in the sect's manual and tried to mobilize a trace of true energy to inject it.

After receiving the infusion of true energy, the long sword trembled slightly, and the sword body bloomed with a flash of light.

Su Twelve's heart was filled with happiness, and he raised his hand and swung a sword.

"boom!"

An invisible sword energy came out sharply, leaving a striking scratch on the ground.

"Not bad, not bad, it is indeed a good sword! With this sword, my attack power can be improved a lot!"

Seeing the power of the low-grade magic weapon, Su Twelve suddenly felt happy.

The depression of losing Pei Yuan Dan was also swept away at this moment.

Back in the room, Su Twelve sat cross-legged on the bed and took out a medicine bottle from his arms. When he saw the empty bottle, he realized that all the Qi Gathering Pills tempered last time had been used up.

He also took out a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill, Waste Pill and Mysterious Pill Furnace from the side.

Just as he was about to throw the waste elixir in, his eyes fell on the mysterious elixir furnace. Su Twelve suddenly remembered the scene of activating the low-grade magic weapon just now.

"This alchemy furnace must be a treasure. What will happen if I inject true energy into it?"

Su Twelve rolled his eyes, took the mysterious alchemy furnace in his hand, and began to mobilize the true energy in his body.

As soon as the true essence came into contact with this mysterious pill furnace, Su Twelve's expression changed. In an instant, he felt a suction force emerge, and the true energy in his body flowed away at an extremely fast speed, as if his whole body was about to be hollowed out.

This feeling made him feel like he was back when he activated the fire control technique for the first time.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for a moment. After his true energy was exhausted, the alchemy furnace came out.

The moment it was released, the alchemy furnace doubled in size and became two feet wide in the blink of an eye.

Su Twelve tilted his neck and looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him. In his eyes, except that the alchemy furnace had become larger, it looked the same as usual.

The same old-fashioned, shabby, without any breath.

If he hadn't seen the alchemy furnace grow bigger with his own eyes, he would have thought that this was how it should have been.

"Uh... Is it just getting bigger? Or does it have other effects? However, with such a big body, it can hold a lot of things!"

"I just don't know if this alchemy furnace can temper other things?"

Su Twelve muttered to himself, his eyes falling on the sword beside him.

"Try?"

With a flick of his eyelids, he put the flying sword into the enlarged alchemy furnace.

As soon as Feijian entered, it was covered with a layer of green light. The next second, Feijian's size quickly became smaller.

In the blink of an eye, it became only more than a foot long.

"this……"

Su Twelve was startled and was about to take out the flying sword. When he took a closer look, he was overjoyed.

"This... with such good kung fu, Feijian has become a top

Taste magic weapon? "

"What if we continue to temper?"

Su Twelve's eyes lit up and he stared at the alchemy furnace without blinking.

But after it became a high-grade magic weapon, the sword never changed at all.

On the contrary, after a few minutes, the alchemy furnace began to shrink.

Seeing this, Su Shi quickly took out the flying sword.

Putting the alchemy furnace that had returned to its original size back into his arms, his eyes fell on the flying sword.

"It can only be tempered to the level of a high-grade magic weapon? Could it be said that the potential of this flying sword can only reach this level?"

After a few minutes, Su Twelve came to a conclusion that he thought was relatively reliable.

He put the flying sword away with a smile, and then continued to practice.

At the same moment, at the foot of Cuihuan Mountain, two figures were gathering together.

As soon as he saw the handyman disciple, the sword-backing boy who had lost his sword, he went up to him and punched and kicked him.

"Fat Huang, is this the vulnerable trash you mentioned? Miscellaneous spiritual roots? Easy to deal with?"

The boy with the sword on his back got angrier and angrier as he talked, and the angrier he became, the harder he struck.

The handyman disciple was lying on the ground, and in the blink of an eye he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

"Senior Brother Zhao...Zhao Yu, please spare my life! This...this kid is so powerful, I didn't expect him!"

The handyman disciple held his head, feeling extremely aggrieved.

In his opinion, Zhao Yu, a Qi Refiner at the second level of Qi Refining Stage, has never beaten a Qi Refiner at the first level of Qi Refining Stage. What does this have to do with him?

"Spare your life? That White Mist Sword is a low-grade magical weapon. I spent a full fifty high-grade Yuan-Pui Yuan Pills to get it. How do you ask me to spare you!" Zhao Yu stepped on Fatty Huang's body with hatred to the roots of his teeth. It's itchy!

A pair of angry eyes flashed with murderous intent to choose and devour others.

Fatty Huang was startled, shuddered, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, don't worry, this thing is weird!"

Zhao Yu stared at Fatty Huang coldly, "What's weird?"

"That boy is definitely a miscellaneous spirit root. The Peak Master said this himself. He can't be wrong. Otherwise, the Peak Master would not have sent him to guard the Wasted Alchemy Room."

"But he was able to reach the first level of the Qi Refining Stage in such a short period of time, and he still has such strength. I suspect that he must have some kind of strange treasure in his body!"

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Fatty Huang rolled his eyes and said quickly.

"Qibao?!" Zhao Yu's eyes flashed.

"That's right! Otherwise, why would he be so powerful, a waste with mixed spiritual roots? Why don't we find a few more people and steal him quietly! By then, won't the treasure be ours?" Fatty Huang nodded repeatedly, looking at him as he spoke Yihan raised his hand and made a beheading gesture.

"Well... your guess is not unreasonable. But don't make any noise about this for now! We'll talk about everything when I come back!" Zhao Yu rolled his eyes, raised his legs and let go of Fatty Huang.

When it comes to Qibao, he is not willing to take advantage of others easily.

"Senior brother is leaving?" Huang Fatty finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly.

"That's right! Elder Song from the Chuan Gong Hall has summoned twenty disciples to conduct key training for this year's newcomer trial. They have to report early tomorrow morning, and I am one of them." Zhao Yu squinted his eyes, feeling a little proud. said.

"Conducting key training for the newcomer trial? Aren't our former handyman disciples unable to participate?" Fatty Huang was stunned, a little confused.

"I don't know the specific situation. I only know that the rules have changed this year. In addition to newcomers, handyman disciples who have been dismissed in the past can also sign up. As long as they complete the trial, they can still obtain the status of official disciples." Zhao Yu was a little uncomfortable. Explain patiently.

"So that's it. Congratulations to senior brother. With his potential, after key training, his strength will definitely skyrocket! But this new generation will be under a lot of pressure by then!"

Fatty Huang hurriedly cupped his hands and smiled. Hearing the news, he was also heartbroken.

Although his strength is very poor, there are still several years before the newcomer trial. According to Zhao Yu, there is actually a chance to complete the trial and become a formal disciple.

"Okay, no congratulations or anything like that. You can also sign up when the time comes. When the trial starts, I will call my eldest brother Zhao Yan with me." Zhao Yu said with a frown.

"Senior Brother Zhao Yan? He is the strongest among our handyman disciples. If he is involved, it will be absolutely foolproof. But... you want to do it during the newcomers' trial?" Fatty Huang was shocked and asked immediately.

"That's right! Elder Song's training will not end until the newcomer's trial begins. And, what better place to start than the newcomer's trial?" Zhao Yu's eyes turned cold, and after speaking, he turned and left.

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