The Immortal King In The City Chapter 122: Sister Qin’s melancholy
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He slapped his palm on the Haotian Cauldron, making a crisp sound, and the flames in the cauldron followed his shot, chucking out. It seemed that he knew the excitement of the owner, and the flame was burning very hot.
Qin Ming smiled slightly, and threw the broken sword in. The flame suddenly rolled out a tongue of fire. After wrapping the material, the surrounding flames also hugged up, and the broken sword layer after layer. Wrap around.
Seeing that the Haotian Divine Fire had begun to enter the state, Qin Ming did not dare to neglect, and quickly sat cross-legged, his expression was very solemn. Then, in the sea of consciousness, the wind whizzed, and under his mobilization, a spiritual consciousness swept out, and then rushed into the cauldron to control the temperature of the flame.
At this time of refining, he must be up to the point. Refining tools are the same as alchemy, which consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness and a lot of spiritual power, so he can't relax at all.
But now, unlike the previous few times during alchemy, the flame will attack the medicinal materials crazy, and the medicinal materials will also defend. Because Broken Sword had been forged once before, and now it has lost all spirituality, basically, Qin Ming can manipulate it.
The power of the flame is infiltrating little by little, melting the broken sword with high temperature, and then he can begin to shape the image of the weapon he wants.
In the Haotian Cauldron, the flames are burning, and Qin Ming is sitting aside, seeming to close his eyes and rest his mind, but is actually controlling the overall situation.
The two old guys in the Li family didn't know that, in fact, the swords in their hands could not really be used as magic weapons. They still have too little knowledge of the cultivation world. Like these two swords, they already have a bit of spirituality, and they are barely half a magic weapon.
Therefore, there are still a lot of impurities in the material of this sword, and Qin Ming needs to refine it bit by bit by himself.
"I hope that this time I can completely forge the inferior artifacts!"
Qin Ming muttered in his heart, in the cultivation world, magic weapons can be divided into several levels.
The lowest level is the inferior artifact. In addition, there will be medium and superior artifacts. Above the artifact, there are even more powerful artifacts. There are also upper and middle artifacts. , The lower third level.
Go up, that's a magic weapon!
Compared with treasure tools, spirit tools have the power to turn mountains and rivers upside down and the earth to break apart, but magic weapons of this level are difficult to refine, even those powerful monks, if they are not proficient in refining If the skills of the device are used, the success rate is extremely low.
With Qin Ming's current abilities, coupled with the assistance of Haotian Divine Fire, and the help of powerful spiritual sense, he still has a certain degree of confidence to refine this magic weapon.
The time passed bit by bit, and when the materials in the Haotianding had almost melted, and the impurities had been basically removed, Qin Ming finally moved.
As soon as he slapped the cauldron, a force of power was transmitted inside, and then the material floated. It can be seen that it is basically a sticky liquid, surrounded by bright red flames.
When he saw this, he smiled slightly, which was exactly what he thought.
Next, he began to pinch various seals, and then broke into the ball of materials. His technique is very dazzling, and it is done in one go, very ornamental.
If anyone who knows how to refine tools is here to observe, they will definitely be shocked by his superb refinement techniques. Because the people who can reach this level are basically those masters who have been immersed in the refining for their entire lives and have continued to study.
How old is Qin Ming? It seems that he is young, even with his previous life, in general he is not more than two hundred years old. In such a short training time, to be able to practice the refining technique to such an extent, I have to say that this is really a genius!
After putting in a lot of handprints, the viscous liquid finally trembled slightly, as if it was about to be kneaded and shaped by the power of spiritual consciousness.
He was slightly happy, and it seemed that the process was going very smoothly, at least there were no mistakes.
But what he didn't expect was that at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Qin Ming, are you back?"
Sister Qin's voice is outside the door.
Qin Ming was slightly startled, but he ignored it. Anyway, she knocked and felt that there was no one, so she would naturally leave. So he continued to refine the instrument quietly.
But there seems to be a gap between the facts and what he thought. Sister Qin didn't leave and kept knocking on the door. This persevering spirit made Qin Ming really helpless.
I don’t know that Sister Qin was also a little worried outside, because she knew Qin Ming should be back, and she was in the room, but why didn’t he come out, there was not even a sound?
Is there something wrong?
She was a little worried. When reading the news, she said that someone took a bath for too long, and as a result, she fainted due to carbon monoxide poisoning and died after she died.
Oh, Qin Ming fainted halfway through the bath, right? Thinking of this, she was shocked, and quickly knocked on the door.
"Qin Ming, what's wrong with you? Say something, don't scare sister!"
Sister Qin screamed eagerly. Seeing that it was still quiet inside, she didn't care so much. She hurriedly pulled out a spare key and was about to open the door.
Hearing the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole, Qin Ming was so frightened that she sweated out. It would be miserable if she came in and saw the sight.
In a hurry, he hurriedly said: "Sister Qin, you can't come in, I'll take a bath! Nothing to wear!"
After she heard Qin Ming’s voice outside, she was relieved, and then she thought about this kid’s appearance without clothes, smiled, and then took the key back and said: "Okay, you can wash it quickly, come down and eat Something!"
"Good!"
He heard Sister Qin's footsteps leave, and he exhaled heavily, but what made him even more troublesome was that because of the interruption just now, the flames inside Haotianding became violent.
The flame, which was still very stable just now, suddenly started to blow out, and the temperature also increased. If this continues, the materials that have already been produced will definitely be destroyed.
In desperation, Qin Ming hurriedly divided more spiritual consciousness into the Haotian Cauldron to suppress those uncontrolled flames. At the same time, he quickly formed the handprints and punched them one after another.
"No way, but faster! Faster!"
Although he has worked very hard to suppress the flames, the flames rioted and it was difficult for him to control them. According to his feelings, it takes only three minutes at most, not to mention the materials, the whole house will be destroyed!
Qin Ming is sweating, and now he has only one way, and that is to shorten the time for the weapon to be formed, which means that he must make the handprint faster, and external force will make it take shape.
Now his two hands are like lightning, and his fingers are crossing and changing back and forth, extremely fast, and ordinary people can't even see his movements.
He feels that his fingers are about to be broken. Forcibly increasing the speed with his strength is simply self-abuse.
If this continues, his fingers will be fatigued, muscles will be strained, and even the meridians will be injured.
Finally, when the flame was about to rush out of the Haotian Cauldron, there was a clear and sweet sword sound from the cauldron, and then I saw a ball of fire rushing out. After going around the room a few times, Obediently stopped in front of Qin Ming's eyes.
The Haotian divine fire gradually subsided, and Qin Ming took the sword that was just released with his still trembling hands.
When the flames had completely faded, the entire appearance of the sword was revealed.
This is a sword with a blade of more than three feet. The blade is slightly wider with a thin blood trough in the middle. With this blood trough as the center, the whole sword is divided into black and white.
One blade is white, and the other is black.
After flipping the long sword, the same is true on the other side. This shape makes people easily think of Taoist Yin and Yang fish.
The two fishes converge end to end, forming a nearly perfect circle. It is such a simple pattern, but it conveys the profound and mysterious thoughts of Taoism.
His sword drew on the meaning of yin and yang fish.
The shape of this sword resembles an eight-faced Chinese sword, so the overall feel is simple and majestic, upright, but extremely sharp.
He was extremely satisfied with this sword, and it did meet his expectations.
This sword is already an inferior artifact, and even among the inferior artifacts, it is very outstanding. If you use this sword to cut against the original black and white swords, it must be like cutting weeds, and one sword will cut them.
Drip a drop of your own blood into the sword~IndoMTL.com~ even if you recognize the master. As long as you recognize the Lord’s magic weapon, you can get it into your body at will.
"You have to be cautious when naming the sword, but I really don't think about a name now, so let's put it aside."
He pinched a magic trick, and after putting the sword into his body, he simply sorted his clothes and went downstairs.
Downstairs, Sister Qin has already prepared the food and arranged the dishes and chopsticks. Sitting on the chair looks a little bored, and she looks at the stairs from time to time.
"This kid, he didn't go home for so many days, and he didn't know where he was going. He is really a fan of flowers, hey..."
Thinking that Qin Ming might be playing outside with some beautiful girls, she was stuck in her heart. I don't know since when, she even cared about his every move. Read this chapter on mobile phone:
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