Eternal Sacred King Chapter 79: The spiritual sense of the craftsman

　　 The old man pushed back with a word, almost suffocating Feng Haoyu to death.

　　 This is completely blatant and unreasonable.

　　, coupled with the identity of Qifeng's first seat, even if Feng Haoyu is not in his heart, he can't say anything, and can only endure this bad breath.

　　 In the envious eyes of the disciples, the old man led Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu into the inner hall.

　　 The inner hall is not big, but dozens of square meters. There are densely packed jade slips hanging on the four walls, about a thousand.

　　 Among them, there are only more than 100 jade slips with bright luster, and most of them are dim in color.

　　 The old man pointed to the jade slips on the wall and said: "These are the images left by all the refiners since the establishment of the Miaofeng Peak. The more than one hundred jade slips are the images of the successful refining of spiritual weapons. The images below are all images of failed refining, but they are all from the hands of the craftsman. You two can choose ten to watch."

　　 These jade slips seem to be many, but you must know that it has been thousands of years since the establishment of the Misty Sect, but only a thousand pieces of jade slips remain, and most of them are images of failure.

　　 Feng Haoyu didn't think much about it, and directly chose ten shiny jade slips.

　　 These are all images of the successful refining of spirit tools.

　　 Su Zimo pondered a little, and chose five bright jade slips and five dim jade slips.

　　In Su Zimo's view, there is merit in refining success, but watching the images of the failure of the refiner will also be rewarding, at least avoiding similar mistakes.

　　 Seeing this scene, the old man nodded secretly.

　　It is difficult for a refiner to replicate the success of others, but it can avoid similar failures. This is a kind of great wisdom.

　　 Su Zimo took ten jade slips, sat down cross-legged, aura injected into the jade slips, the lines on the jade slips shone with brilliance, and a clear image came into view.

　　 Su Zimo was immersed in it, and his understanding of the art of refining continued to deepen, and many of the puzzles accumulated in his heart were easily solved.

　　In a blink of an eye, day and night passed.

　　 Feng Haoyu got up, returned the ten jade slips, took a look at Su Zimo, who was still comprehending, and left the refining hall.

　　 Not long after, Su Zimo also stood up and returned the jade slip.

　　 "How about it, isn't it?" The old man asked with a smile.

　　 Su Zimo nodded, and after a little thought, he asked: "The first four steps of refining, there are indeed some experiences, but when it comes to gathering spirits, there is still no way."

　　"The difficulty of gathering spirits is that the aura is originally contained in the spiritual material, which is relatively stable, but after fusion and refining, the structure of the formed flying sword has changed greatly, and I want to reintegrate the aura into the flying sword. In the middle, it will become as difficult as climbing. In addition, the flying sword is burned to a crimson state, and if there is a slight conflict, it will burst immediately."

　　 The old man sighed softly: "Oh, not only you, even a senior refiner, dare not say that it is 100% successful in gathering spirits. It is more of a kind of spiritual induction that has been cultivated by refining for many years. "

　　 Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart moved.

　　Spiritual induction?

　　Through the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Wilderness and the experience of life and death, Su Zimo has cultivated a kind of spiritual sense.

　　 But can this kind of spiritual perception be used for gathering spirits?

　　 Su Zimo's mind became active, thinking about putting more effort in this direction.

　　 "You go back first, if you have any doubts, you can come here to find me at any time." After speaking, the old man pointed to the jade slip on the wall and blinked at Su Zimo.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Su Zimo's heart turned, and he understood what the bad old man meant.

　　 The old man is suggesting that Su Zimo, if you come here to find him, you can naturally take the opportunity to watch these jade slips on the wall.

　　 "Thank you, Master." Su Zimo's heart warmed and bowed down.

　　 Just walking out of the refining hall, Su Zimo saw a person at the door.

　　 Feng Hao Yu.

　　 It seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

　　 Su Zimo frowned slightly, about to return to the cave with his flying sword, Feng Haoyu slowly turned around, raised his head slightly, and reached out to block Su Zimo's path.

　　 "What's the matter?" Su Zimo looked a little bored at the appearance of this person's nostrils.

　　 Feng Haoyu said faintly: "At the end of this year, I will create the history of the illusory sect. The sword refers to the three peaks first, and Qifeng is among them. Junior brother Su is a person who knows the current affairs and should know how to do it."

　　 "I really don't know." Su Zimo expressionlessly shook his head.

　　 "Are you challenging me?" Feng Haoyu squinted his eyes, the seven layers of condensed energy slowly released, and a cold wind blew out of nowhere around his body.

　　 "I'm sick!"

　　 Su Zimo gave a sneer, and the Yujian flew into the sky, leaving the refining hall in a blink of an eye, disappearing into Feng Haoyu's sight.

　　……

　　 Back in the cave, Su Zimo sat on the bed, slowly digesting the contents of the ten jade slips.

　　 Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the door.

　　 "Big Brother, it's me!"

　　 Little Fatty’s voice came.

　　 I haven't seen him for a month, and the little fat man has also cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

　　 Tianlinggen’s cultivation speed is indeed amazing. Before the end of the year, Feng Haoyu, Leng Rou, and Little Fatty may all reach the nine levels of Qi Condensation or even Great Perfection!

　　 "Brother, I heard that you have a grudge with Feng Haoyu?" The little fat man came up and asked~IndoMTL.com~Su Zimo asked: "Do you know this too?"

　　 "It's not just me. This matter has spread all over Wufeng. Many disciples are discussing it." The little fat man sighed and said, "Big brother, you are a little irrational."

　　 "He cultivates him, I cultivate mine, what's the matter." Su Zimohun didn't care, and smiled casually.

　　 "It's not that simple."

　　 Little Fatty said: "In the sect, disciples are forbidden to kill each other. Even if he comes to challenge you, you can refuse. But it’s different when you leave the sect. Brother, you can’t stay in the sect forever. Right? Most of the sect missions have to go out. Now Feng Haoyu gathers a lot of disciples around. Once you leave the sect, you will inevitably find trouble."

　　 Su Zimo raised his brows and said nothing.

　　 Little Fatty continued: "Actually, with Feng Haoyu’s qualifications, after Wufeng competes at the end of the year, he will definitely be able to build a foundation and be promoted to an inner disciple. Brother, you can completely avoid him this time and participate in next year’s Wufeng. Jiao Yi, this can be regarded as selling his personal affection."

　　 "Let's talk about it again." Su Zimo was noncommittal.

　　 Little Fatty nodded and said, "Anyway, I'm on your side, big brother. If there is a place where I can be used, please let me know."

　　 "Okay." Su Zimo smiled.

　　 The two chatted again, and the little fat man left.

　　 Su Zimo stood quietly in the cave mansion, planning to leave the sect and go down the mountain.

　　 For a month, Su Zimo hasn't made any progress in the Sui Su chapter, and Su Zimo feels a little anxious.

　　 When cultivating ox tongue curling, Su Zimo realized the essence of it through the scene of scalpers grazing.

　　Leaving the sect this time, Su Zimo intends to go back to catch a tiger and a leopard in the forest near the sect, and study it carefully.