After Chu Guang left, Wen Qingye re-placed a few yuan stones in the red clay, laid down his own prohibition, and then saw that there was no abnormality before leaving with confidence.

As soon as Wen Qingye returned to his residence, he took out a sword, as well as horn stones, and some simple ores, all of which were given to him by Ling Wei from the treasury before leaving, although they were all relatively low-grade ores, but Wen Qingye took them anyway.

Wen Qingye looked at the corner stone in his hand and sighed lightly: "It's a pity, there are no other materials"

He immediately shook his head and said to himself with a smile: "Forget it, even if there is only one corner stone, I will refine the Yinian Sword into a king."

Wow!

Wen Qingye's palm turned, and the Yinian sword in his hand also rotated with inertia, and at this time, Wen Qingye's palm was suddenly closed, and the Yinian sword continued to rotate in the air.

Wen Qingye's right hand suddenly pushed forward again, and a scorching purple flame erupted from his hand, which was none other than the Nine Rank Yang Fire.

"Buzz!"

The surging flames continued to burn on the body of the Yi Nian Sword, and the Yi Nian Sword let out a slight trembling sound.

The yang fire continued to burn the Yi Nian Sword, and as time passed bit by bit, the Yi Nian Sword slowly became a little red under the scorching Yang Fire.

The temperature in Wen Qingye's room also rose rapidly, and sweat gradually appeared on Wen Qingye's forehead, and such excessive use of yang fire also consumed a lot.

Just when the whole body of the Yinian Sword was red, Wen Qingye took out the corner stone with his left hand and threw it directly towards the crack on the body of the Yinian Sword.

The temperature of the yang fire was so domineering that the hornstone was melted the moment it entered, and then attached to the crack.

Then Wen Qingye put a few other ores, and as soon as those ores entered the yang fire, they immediately melted and then tightly attached to the sword body of Yi Nian Sword.

Wen Qingye saw this, his hands were used at the same time, and the yang fire became more prosperous for a while, and the melting of the corner stone fused little by little on the body of the Yinian sword.

"Buzz!"

After a long time, I saw a crisp sound from the Yi Nian Sword, Wen Qingye saw this, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and the yang fire in his hand was suddenly closed.

"Sonorous!"

The sword fell vertically to the ground, half of the sword body was inserted into the ground, and the surrounding stone slabs were burned by the scorching heat of the sword.

Wen Qingye had a layer of vitality in his hand, and then grabbed the hilt of the Yinian Sword, although there were still a lot of defects on the Yinian Sword, but Wen Qingye knew that the Yinian Sword had been promoted.

Wang Pin low-level sword!

Promoted to Wang Pin, the sharp edge of the sword has definitely improved by more than a little bit.

............

The moonlight is pervasive, with a bit of coldness, and the West Garden is quiet, only the noisy insects and birds chirp, which makes the moonlight even colder.

Wen Qingye leaned under a maple tree, but his eyes were firmly on the spiritual field he planted.

He knew that things were not as simple as he imagined, and there was definitely a reason why the Yuan Qi in the Yuan Stone had disappeared mysteriously.

The evening breeze blew softly, and there was silence, as if nothing had happened.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, there were slight fluctuations in the laterite.

Here it comes!

Wen Qingye's body moved suddenly, his steps were extremely fast, and he rushed to the red soil in a blink of an eye.

The things under the red clay seemed to feel that it was a warm night, and moved more quickly.

Want to run?

Wen Qingye turned around, strode hard, and the sword in his hand plunged heavily into the red clay.

Wen Qingye's sword was fast, but the things in the soil moved faster.

Wen Qingye looked at the thing that was running forward quickly, and the sword in his hand swung forward.

"Wow!"

Wen Qingye's sword waved, and the red soil in the sky flew in the air.

In an instant, the things in the soil were not hidden, revealing their original form.

A purple figure, with a body only the size of a palm, with purple fluff all over the body, big black eyes, and four small short legs kept running forward.

Purple Smoky Rat!

As soon as Wen Qingye saw that thing, he immediately recognized this demon beast.

The purple smoke rat is a kind of demon beast that likes to grow in the soil, and it is a demon beast that refines the Eight Heavens of God Refining in the mature stage, but this kind of demon beast does not have much combat power, and it is generally raised as a pet by others.

But this purple smoke rat was obviously a little obese, which made Wen Qingye a little strange.

"Squeak!"

As soon as the purple smoke rat showed its head, it immediately screamed in panic, and its head drilled into the soil again.

"Little thing, do you want to run after absorbing my Yuan Stone?" Wen Qingye jumped forward, jumped directly in front of the purple smoke rat, and slashed the sword in his hand again.

The red soil in the sky was flying again, and the purple smoke rat was exposed to the moonlight again, but for some reason, this time the purple smoke rat did not run away, but looked at Wen Qingye as if he was facing a great enemy, and looked at Wen Qingye with big eyes.

The sword in Wen Qingye's hand stabbed towards the purple smoke rat, and the purple smoke rat looked at Wen Qingye's sharp sword tip, and his body was so frightened that he curled up together, but he never ran away.

Wen Qingye's eyes looked in the direction of the purple smoke rat, and saw that there were several small pink and white things behind the fat purple smoke rat.

Wen Qingye frowned, and the sword in his hand was also stunned.

Looking at those few pink things, I also understood in my heart that the reason for the obesity of this purple smoke rat was obviously that it had just given birth to a lot of small purple smoke rats, and it urgently needed a few yuan stones to restore the vitality of the body, and the reason why it had not dodged was because of the small purple smoke rat behind it.

The purple smoke rat was afraid that Wen Qingye would hurt the cub he had just born, so he didn't dare to leave.

It saw Wen Qingye stop the sword in his hand, and quickly turned around to look at a few small purple smoke rats behind him, and then tightly protected them behind him, looking at Wen Qingye with big eyes vigilantly.

Wen Qingye shook his head, then casually took out a few yuan stones and threw them in front of the purple smoke rat, smiled, as if saying to the purple smoke rat: "Don't absorb the yuan stones I buried in the soil again, next time, I won't let you go easily."

After Wen Qingye finished speaking, his hand subconsciously touched the talisman on his waist, paused, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

The purple smoke rat also seemed to feel Wen Qingye's kindness, and when he saw Wen Qingye turn around, he hurriedly shouted.

"Squeak!"

Wen Qingye was suddenly a little puzzled, turned his head, looked over, and saw the fat purple smoke rat running in front of Wen Qingye with two palms holding a thumb-sized bead, and then stretched out to Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye had some doubts in his heart, but he still lowered his head and took the thumb-sized bead from the purple smoke mouse's hand, this bead was cyan, and there was a strange light in it, as if something was constantly flowing inside.

Wen Qingye looked at the beads in his hand carefully, and his brows furrowed: "Is this the eyeball of the Blood Xuan Turtle?"

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