Long Buqi went to Burial Dragon Town and found the blacksmith shop where the treasure was forged last time.

The blacksmith owner saw it from afar, his eyes lit up, and he kicked one of the apprentices in the ass.

"Put on your clothes, the blacksmith is here again!"

The whole blacksmith shop was in disarray.

The bare-chested, sweaty masters and apprentices who were striking iron were in a hurry to find clothes to put on.

"You can't be embarrassed in front of the forger!"

"Hurry up and clean up the shop!"

The group greeted the door and looked at Long Buqi with a smirk.

Long Buqi took out a piece of silver and gave it to the blacksmith shopkeeper.

The blacksmith shop owner was at a loss, waved his hand again and again, touched his head and laughed.

"My lord, it is an honor for you to use my blacksmith shop to forge treasures, how can I accept your money. ”

In the small town of Burial Dragon, in the eyes of blacksmiths, blacksmiths are as rare as gods descending to earth.

The dragon did not put the silver on the stove.

Enter the blacksmith's shop, take out the purple cold iron, and start forging it.

Make sword embryos, smelt ...... Forging, inscription.

Coherent!

In the middle of a meal, a long sword with a purple body was forged.

The sharp purple sword qi was cold.

"You can't call it. ”

Long Buqi thought for a moment, and engraved the word "Buqi" on the sword body close to the hilt.

The blacksmith master and the apprentices looked at the back of Long Buqi leaving with the purple long sword, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, they had seen him forging treasures last time, and this time they watched it again, and they were still a little shocked.

Blacksmiths are sweating when they build weapons, but when he forges treasures, he has a pleasing feeling, as if he is not building a murderous weapon, but making a beautiful work of art.

......

Return to Mt. Aomine.

Long Buqi began to refine the elixir with a large copper furnace.

"The Blue Water Python's Beast Pill and Red Flame Grass are used as the main medicine, supplemented by some spirit grass, which can refine the Ice and Fire Pill!"

The Ice and Fire Pill is cold and hot, which is of great help to temper the body.

With the refining of the Ice and Fire Pill, the medicinal fragrance permeated the entire small courtyard.

There was a strange breath wafting out, suddenly cold, like a cold wind blowing, suddenly fiery, like the scorching sun.

"No, what kind of pill are you refining?" Long Lingyue was a little surprised, there was obviously a raging fire burning under the Dan furnace, but the breath wafting out of the Dan furnace was cold for a while and hot for a while.

"Ice and Fire Pill. "Long Buqi plucked a branch from the ancient tree, and nailed it to the ground in front of the big copper furnace with his hand, which was used to calculate the time, and the Ice and Fire Pill needed to be refined day and night for nine hundred and eighty-one days to be refined.

Long Buqi explained.

"The Ice and Fire Pill is a high-grade treasure pill that has a strong effect on refining the body. ”

Long Lingyue glanced at Long Buqi deeply and was silent.

A mysterious senior passed on what he had learned all his life to this nephew, and she had already seen that this nephew was not interested in Burial Dragon Town, and this small place could not keep him, he was destined to walk out of Burial Dragon Town, which was not as vast as the outside world, like a dragon entering the sea and soaring into the distance.

"No, you used to ask about your father and mother's whereabouts, but my aunt didn't know either, and she hadn't heard from her for ten years. ”

Long Lingyue touched Long Buqi's jet-black hair, and his eyes were a little red.

"You have grown up, you have to take care of yourself in the future, after you leave, your aunt will also leave Qingfeng Mountain, go to find my brother and sister-in-law, even if you are dead, you have to bring back the bones for burial. ”

Long Buqi was silent, in the original memory of Long Buqi, every time he asked Long Lingyue about the whereabouts of his parents when he was a child, Long Lingyue would be angry.

So, he never asked.

Long Buqi's father's name is Long Qian, who is the most outstanding disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect in the past hundred years, and he has reached the power of the eightfold golden Jiao of refining the body at the age of only in his twenties, and he is the second person in the Burial Dragon Town besides Yan Lao to practice the quasi-treasure body.

Just as they were about to inherit the position of the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the couple suddenly left, and there was no information for ten years.

Long Buqi's mother is not a local, she met Long Qian when he was training outside.

The two of them probably died outside, otherwise, they would not have left the dragon, who was only a few years old, unconcerned.

......

Day by day......

The flames under the Dan furnace burned day and night, and the ground was full of branches, a full eighty.

Long Buqi and Long Lingyue practiced diligently and prepared for leaving the Burial Dragon Town.

A faint parting sorrow shrouded him.

Long Buqi practiced in a stone forest.

Click.......

With each punch, the hard rocks were shattered.

A tiger phantom appears above.

His blood was vigorous, his eyes were bright, his previous weak body was gone, and he couldn't help nodding with satisfaction after taking a look at his strong physique.

After this period of diligent cultivation, his cultivation has climbed from the triple level of body refining to the triple peak of body refining!

He has been suppressing cultivation, with a solid foundation, and has not taken the plunge.

The cultivation experience of his previous life made him deeply understand that the stronger the foundation, the higher the achievements he would achieve in the future!

Those martial artists who blindly pursue cultivation show their prominence at the beginning and are known as geniuses, but in the later stage, they gradually become weak and unremarkable, and they are not as good as the potential of a stable martial artist.

A young man with a lofty instrument strolled towards the stone forest, accompanied by dozens of Qingfeng disciples, like the stars holding the moon.

"Senior Brother Chumen, I heard that you were selected into the Inner Gate of the Cloud Heaven Sect, and now your strength has reached the fifth level of body refining, right?"

"Senior Brother Chumen reached the fourth level of body refining last year, and now his cultivation is even more unfathomable, and he has learned the top swordsmanship of Yunxiao Sect, and no one in the younger generation of Burial Dragon Town is the opponent of Senior Brother Chumen!"

Truman waved his hand slightly, humbly and smiled.

"Fellow juniors and disciples have praised it, I am not even in the top 100 among the disciples of Yunxiao Sect. ”

All the disciples were shocked, Chumen was a genius of the young generation of the Qingfeng Sword Sect once in ten years, and he couldn't even rank in the top 100 disciples of the Yunxiao Sect, which showed how terrifying the strength of the Yunxiao Sect was.

Truman stared at Long Buqi, who was practicing boxing, and said, "Although I am nothing in the Yunxiao Sect, I can deal with some crumbs and rub them together!"

All the disciples were silent, obviously, Truman was saying it to Long Buqi!

Seeing that Long ignored him, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Long Buqi, don't forget tomorrow's competition, you dare to cut off my brother's arm, tomorrow to challenge the martial arts field, I will return ten times and crush the bones on your body one by one! When I became the senior brother of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, you were still playing with mud, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king, if I am not in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, where will it be your turn to be arrogant!"

Long Buqi slowly stopped practicing and said indifferently, "Remember to wash your neck at night, don't dirty my sword." ”

"You!"

Truman's face was pale, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes flashed with deep killing intent, if it hadn't been agreed earlier, he would have wanted to make a move now, sneering, "I want to see if it's your aunt's swordsmanship that you passed on to you, or my Yunxiao swordsmanship!"

Long Buqi strode past him with his hands behind his back, didn't bother to look at him, and strode away.

"Then it's up to you to force me out of my sword. ”

Only an indifferent voice came from afar.

All the disciples looked at Long Buqi's back as straight as an iron spear in shock, and the Trumen who had returned from the Yunxiao Sect were all despised by him, how high was his vision?