I don't know when, the first bad old man of the Qi Peak came to the refining hall and stood beside Su Zimo. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bad old man glanced at the Cold Moon Knife that Su Zimo had just stuffed back, and asked seemingly casually, "Boy, why do you want to take out a knife and stab someone if you don't agree with each other?"

When he entered the sect, on the top of the front mountain, Su Zimo had just come out of the illusion and slashed at the head of the peak.

Fang Cai almost stabbed the head of the head of the Instrument Peak again.

Su Zimo looked embarrassed, and was about to withdraw the spiritual fire, so he hurriedly apologized to the master and apologized, but the bad old man hurriedly waved his hand, raised his head, and said, "It's okay, you continue to refine yours, old man, I'll watch from the side, don't be under pressure." ”

"Good. Su Zimo nodded in response.

After a pause, the bad old man patted Su Zimo's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Boy, in our Ethereal Sect, there is no need to stretch a string all day long, take it easy, no one will harm you, don't pull out the knife at every turn." ”

In fact, Su Zimo's reaction was exercised in the Blue Wolf Mountain Range, and it had already become a habit.

Outside the mountain range, all birds and beasts were Su Zimo's enemies.

Back in the cave, he still had to be on guard against the sneak attack of the spirit monkey at all times, so he was a little nervous.

However, Su Zimo did not relax his vigilance because of the bad old man's words, and he should pay attention in the future and try not to use the knife, but he must be cautious.

The bad old man said again: "Besides, even if you take out a knife, you have to look at people, it's only been a month since you entered the sect, and you have already used the knife against the two heads, so you have to stay for a long time." ”

"Ahem, I'll pay attention to it later. Su Zimo smiled wryly.

In this kind of assessment at the end of the month, the first seat of each peak will not appear, let alone the first seat of Qifeng, which is known for its lazy temperament.

Now, the bad old man appeared in the refining hall, and everyone knew what the reason was.

It's definitely not for Feng Haoyu, but for Su Zimo.

At this moment, Feng Haoyu, who was standing at the forefront, felt that his face was hot, but he turned his back to everyone, and no one could see the chill surging in his eyes.

Feng Haoyu sank down and began to warm up again.

At the back of the main hall, Su Zimo's third-level spiritual fire had never stopped, and at this time it had already begun to put in spiritual materials.

Many spiritual materials entered the tripod, Su Zimo increased the operation of the spiritual energy, and the flames were sheng, instantly enveloping the entire refining tripod.

The temperature in the ding continues to rise!

The smelting step is to melt all kinds of spiritual materials into a liquid state at high temperatures, and then fuse them together to refine the impurities in the spiritual materials as much as possible.

This step, regardless of refining skills, is the one that best reflects the gap in the level of spiritual fire.

Even if a high-level refiner controls a second-level spiritual fire, in terms of smelting steps, refining impurities are not as good as a third-level spiritual fire controlled by a novice.

It didn't take long for the various spiritual materials in the ding to begin to melt, and finally refined into a large mass of metal liquid, releasing a trace of spiritual energy.

The third-level spiritual fire continued to burn.

This large mass of metal liquid boiled in the ding, bubbling and bubbling, and the aura in the ding gradually became rich.

Seeing this, a smile flashed in the old man's eyes and he nodded.

The metal liquid is red, and under the continuous roasting, the volume gradually shrinks, which is because some impurities are refined.

After a quarter of an hour, the volume of the liquid metal finally ceased to decrease.

This does not mean that there are no impurities in the metal liquid, but it has reached the limit of the third-level spiritual fire energy refining impurities.

The smelting is over.

At this time, the spiritual materials in the other disciples' refining tripods had just melted, only Feng Haoyu's speed was slightly faster, and a large cloud of metal liquid appeared in the tripod.

The third-level spiritual fire is not only more effective in refining impurities, but also faster, far ahead of others!

Next, get in shape.

Su Zimo withdrew the spiritual fire, and while waiting for the temperature in the ding, he practiced pranayama and recovered the spiritual energy that had just been consumed.

To shape, you need to run the aura, condense a pair of spirit hands into the refining ding, and quickly shape the appearance of the weapon you want when the metal liquid will be solidified but not solidified.

If you enter too early, the temperature in the tripod is too high, not to mention that the spirit hand is easy to collapse, not to mention, the metal liquid is not completely cooled, and it is difficult to shape successfully.

However, if it is too late, the metal liquid will completely solidify, and it will not be able to shape it.

This step is a test of experience.

After a stick of incense, Su Zimo suddenly stood up, frantically operated his aura, condensed a pair of hands in mid-air, probed into the refining tripod, grabbed the metal liquid in the tripod and pinched it.

At this time, this mass of metal liquid is moderately soft and hard, and it has not yet completely solidified, and the timing is just right!

The bad old man looked at Su Zimo who was concentrating on the side, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

"Damn, I really let the old man pick up the treasure!"

If it weren't for the presence of many sect disciples, the bad old man couldn't wait to hug Su Zimo and kiss him fiercely at this time.

For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a chill, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

A little, a flying sword gradually took shape.

The sword body is slender, and there is no edge yet, but the sword shape is beginning to appear.

At this time, many disciples in the refining hall simply gave up the assessment and focused on watching Su Zimo's refining process.

Noticing the sword shape created by Su Zimo, there was a burst of boos from the crowd.

Feng Haoyu had already finished smelting at this time, and was waiting for the refining Ding to cool down, sitting in place to breathe, feeling the restlessness in the crowd, he couldn't help but glance back.

Seeing the sword shape in Su Zimo's refining instrument tripod, Feng Haoyu sneered, sneered, and turned around to stop looking.

After the shaping was completed, Su Zimo could naturally feel the strangeness in the crowd.

"Master, did I make a mistake in this step?" Su Zimo couldn't help but ask.

The bad old man waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's not a big mistake, you have a good grasp of the timing of shaping, but there is something wrong with this sword shape, and there is an extra hilt." ”

"One more hilt?" Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, a little confused in his eyes.

The bad old man asked, "Do you know why most monks' flying swords don't have hilts?"

Su Zimo shook his head.

The bad old man said: "The flying sword is the magic weapon of the most common long sword in the cultivation realm, it is better than having blades on both sides, fast speed, good flexibility, and changeable attacks. A flying sword differs from a regular longsword in that it does not carry a hilt. With one more hilt, the flying sword travels through the air, and the air resistance increases, which invisibly reduces agility and speed. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Zimo's eyes.

He used to cultivate demons and had been fighting with people in close combat, but now he has only been in contact with immortal cultivation for a month, and he has hardly practiced the art of imperial sword.

After all, cultivating immortals is different from cultivating demons, and the monks do not hold flying swords to fight against people, but bundle their aura into a line and control the flying sword from afar.

In a fight with an enemy, the flying sword stabs the opponent, and if it is with the hilt, the flying sword will get stuck in the opponent's body.

But without a hilt, the flying sword can easily pierce through the opponent, and continue to control it with little to no impact.

If the opponent practices the art of refining the body, the body is strong, and the flying sword with the hilt is easy to fall into the hands of the opponent.

But if the flying sword does not have a hilt, it is all a sharp sword body, and the opponent cannot grasp it with his bare hands.

The hilt of the sword is just a burden to the flying sword.