An hour later, Ding Yi looked at the thing in the flames in front of him with a strange expression. An object that looks like a sword, but seems to have nothing to do with a sword. After integrating into the meteorite sand just now, Ding Yi discovered that his weapon refining skills could no longer accurately control the shape of the object and could only simulate a rough shape. This is because Ding Yi has incorporated too many materials, causing the materials to have huge resistance to each other and become unable to be compressed. Therefore, Ding Yi simply gave up compression, stretched the fusion of all materials, and roughly pulled out a sword hilt at the end. Then, Ding Yi poured the cold water that had been prepared nearby on the long sword, and a large amount of white gas suddenly filled the whole room. Seeing this, Ding Yi waved his sleeves and the white air was swept out of the house by a whirlwind. Ding Yi also looked at the strange-looking long sword lying on the ground with a strange expression. It's one meter long and one foot wide. It's like a long sword that's been enlarged several times. However, Ding Yi didn't originally want to take the light and elegant path, and this exaggerated sword suited his wishes. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the long sword on the ground quickly flew up, and then automatically fell into his hand.
"Um?" The moment he took the sword, Ding Yi raised his eyebrows. However, the sword only weighed tens of kilograms in his hand, which did not match the weight of the materials integrated into it. "Is this the so-called magic weapon for cultivating immortals, where the essence and blood recognize the master, and you will be responsible for it?" A thought suddenly appeared in Ding Yi's mind, and then he walked to the table and put the long sword on it. The next moment, the table shook for a moment and then instantly shattered. The whole long sword fell to the ground with a loud bang. "Boom!!" The ground paved with bluestone was instantly smashed into a large number of cracks, and the room where Ding Yi was was shaken. Fortunately, Ding Yi has covered the entire house in the domain. Now all the sounds and movements happening in the domain have been blocked, and the outside world cannot detect any abnormalities at all. "really." Seeing this, Ding Yi picked up the sword again with surprise on his face, put it in front of his eyes and stroked it carefully. The surface of the long sword has a dense grainy feel, which shows the roughness of the blacksmith's technique and the mix of materials used during the forging process. But Ding Yi didn't care about this. His original intention was to take the path of constant repair, and then continue to refine this great sword when he had the materials. Although the sword will only get bigger and thicker in the future, Ding Yi feels that it is easy to use. After all, with the strength of his body at the moment, this big man can make him a little interested, and after it is thick, he can sit on it It might even be able to fly with a sword. Feel free to think about it! Ding Yi hesitantly touched the big sword in his hand, then put it on his shoulder casually, and at the same time a strange thought came to his mind. "This treasure weapon has just been completed, but its power is unknown?" "I need to find someone to test the sword with."
Time flew by and the next day soon came. Ding Yi almost stayed up all night last night. After all, this weapon refining seems simple but is actually extremely complicated. After just a few fiddles, the night passed. Fortunately, Ding Yi was full of energy at the moment and had no intention of being sleepy at all, so he walked out of the courtyard without any abnormality. Today is the weekend, and there are no morning classes in the sect, and Ding Yi is going to the Kung Fu Hall to see if there is anything he wants to know in this sect with a complete inheritance. But before he got halfway, someone hurried towards him. "If I dare to ask, it will be in front of Senior Brother Ding Hai." The person who came was an outer disciple in Tsing Yi. He clasped his fists and asked Ding Yi. Ding Yi looked at the visitor and immediately frowned. In my impression, he had no interaction with this person, but he still replied: "Yes, I am." The man said quickly: "Senior Brother Ding, Mr. He has something important to tell you. Please come with me." Ding Yi was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that He Weimin came to find him, and he shook his head: "I'm not He Weimin's subordinate. If he wants to see me, let him come by himself." The man was stunned when he heard the words, but when he raised his head again, he found that Ding Yi in front of him had disappeared, and he didn't know where he went. "What a fast movement." The outer disciple looked startled, but quickly turned around and ran down, apparently to report. And He Weimin, who had been waiting for a long time in the wing at the foot of the mountain, finally waited for the outer disciple who had delivered the message. "Where are the people!?" When He Weimin saw that this man was still returning alone, he shouted in his heart that something was wrong. "Sir, he asked you to go up in person." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said quickly. When He Weimin heard this, he immediately punched the table next to him angrily, causing the teacup on it to fly out of the air. "If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine, so we can only do it on the mountain!" He Weimin said coldly. There were three men in cloaks standing next to He Weimin, and these three were all fugue masters brought by He Weimin from Shangshu Mansion. Lord Shangshu made a judgment as soon as he knew about this matter, that is, let Ding Hai disappear directly. Nothing can be more reassuring than this.
But at this moment, a cloaked man next to him said: "This is Lu Xianqiao Jiuyou's territory. Is it dangerous for me to kill people on his territory?" He Weimin shook his head upon hearing this, and said: "What status can a disciple who has only joined for a few days have? Even Lu Xian has to give face to the Shangshu Lord, not to mention that I have sponsored him before." He Weimin was not worried about this at all. After all, Ding Hai was just a guy who had just joined, and this person might be the demon of Qingzhou's city massacre. He believed that Qiao Jiuyou knew how to choose. On the other hand, Ding Yi did not take this matter to heart, but walked all the way up. Not long after, he came to the Gongfa Hall at the top of the palace complex. This Gongfa Hall also has a formation, and its power is obviously much stronger than that of the Wanxiang Gate. As an inner disciple, Ding Yi can enter the first four levels. As for the higher levels, it requires true disciples to enter. Ding Yi only went in for half a cup of tea, and then walked out with disappointment. Although the secrets here are as vast as smoke and sea, they are completely invisible under his huge consciousness. In just a few breaths, Ding Yi printed out all the contents in his mind and read them through. It must be said that there are some very interesting little knowledge in it, but for Ding Yi at present, it can't play any role. And the formation set up in the fifth and sixth floor attic can't stop Ding Yi's spiritual sense from sweeping. This kind of formation that prevents gentlemen but not villains, in Ding Yi's view, is just a barrier to people below the Lu Xian realm, at best it is just a formality. "It seems that I still need to see Qiao Jiuyou in person." Ding Yi stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the golden palace at the top in the sun, thinking secretly in his heart. That palace is the forbidden place of Guanyun Sect, the Guanyun Hall of Sect Master Qiao Jiuyou. The way up from here is blocked by the formation, and Qiao Jiuyou has been in seclusion there for many years, and no one knows what he is doing. Even the true disciples have not seen the Sect Master himself for several years, so it is rumored in the sect that Qiao Jiuyou is comprehending a sword technique in Guanyun Hall and will not go down the mountain easily. Ding Yi shook his head and was about to go down the mountain to the Points Hall to exchange some points with the buttocks of the meat fairy, and then he suddenly felt a slight tremor. This tremor came and went quickly, like an antelope hanging horns, making it difficult for most people to detect. This is also because Ding Yi's powerful spiritual sense has been covering a ten-meter radius around his body, so he caught this slight tremor. "This feeling..." Ding Yi's steps just about to take stopped in mid-air, and then he turned his head with a strange look and looked at the Guanyun Hall on the top of the mountain. No way. Ding Yi slowly took out the quicksand map from his arms, spread it out in front of his eyes, and then his pupils shrank suddenly. A small red cross appeared on the quicksand map! "I'm not Conan, don't be so outrageous, can there be worship of gods in this place?"
Ding Yi was puzzled and murmured. Yes, there was obviously a trace of evil spirit in the tremor just now, which made Ding Yi, who had been fighting with the worship of gods for many years, feel it instantly. The red cross on the quicksand map seemed to indicate that Ding Yi's guess was correct. It wasn't that he had offended the gods, but that anyone who appeared within a certain range would be hunted by the gods, just like the situation in Xiaotan Village. "Okay, okay, I'll send you a pillow when you're sleepy." "My sword is thirsty!" The next moment, Ding Yi's figure flashed, and he disappeared instantly. Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "bookshelf" and "reading record" in time (screenshots are recommended). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!