Chapter 133 Refining a Flying Sword

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Feng BoE said that without being polite, Wu Santong, a fisherman, woodcutter and farmer, was already scolding him. He had just found an opportunity to vomit into the lake, but now he has recovered:

"I, xxxxx, why are you talking? Open your eyes wide and see, my master is——"

Gu Meng was transmitting secret messages to Master Yideng at the same time: "I have nothing to do with Yanziwu."

The implication is "Don't worry about me, let's fight."

Yideng nodded: "Understood."

Feng Bo evil started shouting again: "I don't care who that old bald donkey is, he was just another martial arts senior who didn't know where to beg for food and died due to his famous stunt! And you came all the way to get revenge, right?"

Gu Meng secretly wondered whether this Feng Bo Evil had awakened some of the attributes that the South China Sea Crocodile God said.

Although he missed the mark, it was not far off. Generally, monks do have to rely on charity when they go out, but Shaolin has a lot of money, which is different.

After Feng BoE finished speaking, a person next to him began to shake his head:

"No, no..."

He began to speak after reading the opening remarks:

"What is a martial arts senior? Being beaten to death by one's own unique skills shows that he is just another martial arts fish. Even after death, he should hide and hide himself to cover up this scandal. Yet he still dares to bite randomly and come to trouble us. That’s ridiculous!”

Feng BoE nodded in agreement:

"Third brother is right, that bald donkey, seeing as how old you are, why don't you just retreat and live your life for the rest of your life? Why come to Yanziwu to fight against us?"

Having mastered Yideng Qi-nurturing Kung Fu, I didn’t get angry when I heard the other monk pointing at the monk and calling him “bald donkey” two or three times. He asked the disciples not to curse each other, and smiled slightly and said:

"This 'Jiangnan Gust of Wind' must be the benefactor of Storm and Evil Wind? The benefactor is right. There was indeed a martial arts master who was close to our temple who died at the hands of his own stunts. After verification by many masters, some of them were ruled out. The impossible candidate is indeed like the magical skill of the Murong family in Gusu."

"Of course, we have no evidence. May I ask when Master Murong will return? If he returns soon, we can also wait for a while and explain the matter in person..."

Yideng was here to reason with the two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks in an angrily manner. Feng Boe was already impatient:

"How can it be such a trouble? I tell you, our young master is very busy and has no time to kill you bald donkeys. You don't chant sutras in the temple. You are intervening in these martial arts disputes every day. You deserve to die. Get away quickly. Don't Come to Yanziwu and cause trouble for us, or else..."

Abi had just learned about the identity of Master Yideng, and was a little panicked when Feng BoEi and Bao BuTong came over. She knew the personalities of these two people very well, and now she was even more anxious: "Stop talking!"

But it was too late. Wu Santong was furious when he heard Feng Po evil repeatedly threatening him. He had not yet recovered from his madness. When he saw the boats on the opposite side approaching, he stopped paying attention. He screamed and jumped directly onto the opposite boat. Punch out at Fengbo Evil.

It's a pity that the world's best master may become stronger when he goes crazy. After a bastard like him goes crazy, his moves are not as planned as usual, and he falls behind in just a few moves.

Feng Bo hated seeing that this person's kung fu was not a third-rate thing that was just a walk-on. He seemed to have practiced high-level martial arts. Instead, he became interested and punched hard, which was a bit over the top.

As soon as he got serious, Wu Santong became even more unstoppable. At the critical moment, he remembered that he had a unique trick - Yang Finger. The finger shook to intimidate half of Feng Bao Evil's body, preventing him from getting close to him.

Feng BoE was forced to take a step back: "It's interesting, what kind of fingering is this? Forget it, let's ask again after the beating! I'm about to use the knife, be careful."

He just drew his sword. Now is the era when internal strength is prevalent. Really powerful masters have more empty-handed ones. There is no saying that using a sword is more advantageous. It is Fengbo Evil himself who is better at sword skills.

Abi shouted from the side: "Stop! Stop it! Stop fighting!"

Bao BuTong smiled and said: "Sister Abi, you are not a martial arts practitioner and don't understand martial arts. Don't worry that there are so many of them. These second-rate and third-rate people can't hurt us."

Now that Feng Bo Evil was on the head, of course he didn't listen to A Bi's stop, and just kept attacking. His sword skills were superb and he could block the attack. His evaluation was that in terms of weapons, he seemed to be stronger than Yu Canghai.

Wu Santong was even more unable to defeat him now, so he had no choice but to shake his head in frustration: "Master, save me!"

The expressions of the remaining three of the four major disciples are hard to describe. Although we are a generation younger and are now called disciples, our job is to protect the four major disciples. We should protect His Majesty. What do you call "Master, save me"? Are you crazy? !

While secretly complaining, Yuqiao Du was also ready to take action.

At this moment, Feng Bao Evil shouted again: "It turns out that we are masters and disciples. It's really interesting. Old Bald Donkey has recruited many lay disciples. You don't have to take turns to fight like this. Let's all come together."

This man was born to be a crazy fighter. He spoke without restraint and did not consider whether he could win. He was a fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and martial arts expert. Wu Santong wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't gone insane.

The three people over there were very angry, but this time it was Yideng who made the first move.

I saw his figure flashing, almost indistinguishable to ordinary people. Most of the top masters' small-scale movements are very fast. He didn't know when he had inserted himself into the battle group of Wu Santong and Feng Boye, and his fingers were as fast as lightning. The storm was brought under control in just a few strokes.

Only then did Bao BuTong realize that the old bald donkey was powerful. He quickly attacked and said, "Old bald donkey, don't hurt my fourth brother!"

Then he was also restrained, and then he was slapped with a few big mouths. Well, the big mouths were slapped by Wu Santong.

Yideng secretly rejoiced, "Fuck you, the old bald donkey is so happy! If it were before I became a monk... Alas, I wasn't a ruthless person before I became a monk, I would probably just laugh it off. I've been a good person all my life, and I have to endure being cuckolded... Alas... It's better to be an emperor than to become a monk, Amitabha."

Master Yideng didn't think until today that having a crazy disciple seemed pretty good. After all, as a monk, he was a rough man, which was contrary to his style.

Gu Meng nodded secretly when he saw this scene... He suddenly had a bold idea, it seemed that having a madman to help him do things was also pretty good.

He was still too normal at ordinary times, especially after his martial arts reached a certain level, he always felt that the people in the martial arts world were a bit of a pushover, and he would occasionally consider the impact of doing too willful things.

After all, he also had fans, so he still had to pay attention...

No, in fact, he was still too proud. Gu Meng was a person who cared a lot about reputation, but this matter will be discussed later.

Now he chuckled: "Are you Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong? I am your neighbor, Lin Tanzhi, who has just arrived in Taihu Lake. I am nicknamed Jianxie in Jianghu. I can barely be considered a master."

"This master is one of the five masters of the Huashan Sword Contest in the past, the Southern Emperor Duan Huangye, now known as Yideng, and the other four are his disciples. They came to you because Master Xuanbei of Shaolin died in the "Great Vedanta Pestle" when he was a guest in Dali..."

The two were shocked. Master Yideng was already outrageous. The title of the five masters of the sword contest was still very intimidating. His son might not be able to defeat him, not to mention the power of Dali.

This has greatly offended him, but he didn't expect that the people who came with him were even more outrageous.

The deceased this time was also a big shot. Now Shaolin is divided into several branches, but generally speaking, the Northern Shaolin is the most prosperous. It is also the Shaolin founded by Bodhidharma himself. Master Xuanbei can be said to be the second person in the Northern Shaolin. In his early years, he came to Chanhe Village to question the old owner for something...

This is an important person. He died in the Murong family... It is not good to be involved in this trouble, and it is even worse. Jian Xie Lin Tanzhi.

It is said that he is very narrow-minded and has many strange taboos. After meeting, you will die in his hands if you are not careful.

Not to mention the Qingcheng Sect who was killed during the Dao and Yan Nantian whose specific situation is not clear. Recently, he has killed a lot in the capital of Jin Kingdom, and there are also "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" Nan Si Qihua Tiegan and other events, which show that this person is decisive and not easy to mess with.

The two knew that they were powerful, so they cast a complaining look at A Bi: "Sister A Bi, why didn't you say it earlier?"

A Bi rolled her eyes, haha, stupid X.

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Finally, under A-Bi’s flattery, Gu Meng pretended to be a middleman and pulled Master Yideng away, staying for a few days by the Taihu Lake.

In fact, Master Yideng wanted to leave directly, because he came for two reasons. The first was Master Benyuan, which he could not take care of, and the Blood Knife Ancestor was the enemy, so Master Benyuan could only say that he was unlucky to meet him.

Since Jianxie was such a vicious person, no, not a vicious person but an immortal, then of course forget it. It was Benyuan’s blessing to be able to receive a sword energy from Jianxie during his lifetime.

The second thing was that Xuanbei was indeed not from Tianlong Temple, but since he was here, Jinxiu Villa and Yanziwu were both in Taihu Lake, Yideng asked about it by the way.

Now staying for a few days to wait for Murong Fu was secondary. In addition, he was also a little curious about the style of cultivating immortals.

That day, Yideng came to visit again.

Gu Meng was in front of a small bamboo forest in the courtyard. There were now 108 golden bamboos planted here, all of which were Gu Meng’s hard work.

It is not as simple as a simple wood escape. In order to get some good materials in this world, he can only rely on himself.

When the mortal Gu Meng was young, he searched for immortals everywhere. Fortunately, he survived. He once picked up a few spiritual stones near a remote cave. There was a small tree next to it. There was only one red fruit on the tree. After picking the spiritual fruit, the tree withered.

Relying on his courage, he went to explore the cave again and found an unknown corpse in a meditative posture. After burying it, Gu Meng continued to explore deeper and got a golden page. There was no immortal cultivation method that Gu Meng wanted most, but there was a set of bamboo and sword-making techniques.

The sword-making method is incomplete and the name is gone. I don’t know what the connection is with Han Li’s Qingzhu Fengyun Sword...

It should be related. Not only is it a bamboo sword, but it is also a set of twelve swords, thirty-six swords or seventy-two swords. However, it is different from the wood property of the Qingyun Fengzhu Sword, and this method can generally only make a set of magic tools instead of magic weapons, so... Is it the initial version? Or a subsequent experimental version? Not sure, it doesn't matter.

Later, the mortal Gu Meng never had the opportunity to cultivate immortality, so he put this thing aside. It was only after sharing the ability that he picked it up again.

The original materials could not be found, so Gu Meng could only find the most suitable bamboo in the South China Sea and transplant it to promote growth. He used the Wood Escape and Vegetative Path abilities, and then cultivated and planted it with the Yin-Yang Five Elements formation of the Zhuxian system, and mixed it with many alchemical techniques, turning wood into fire, turning fire into soil, turning soil into gold... and repeating.

The martial arts hero Gu Meng was the first to seriously cultivate his own flying sword, and he was very careful. He shed a lot of blood and raised 108 golden bamboos in one breath, which have been promoted today.

If it grows longer, the effect will not be great. The world has an upper limit, and the spiritual objects have an upper limit. With this upper limit, even if Gu Meng has a formation, it is useless. Only Gu Meng has the method.

Therefore, the more suitable way to refine the weapon is to refine this set of magic weapons into a rough draft, accompany it with you, and then refine it with your own qi to continuously improve it.

Today is the day when the sword is completed.

Yideng visited at this time. He saw Gu Meng nodded to him first, and then kept pinching his hands. As the seals were made, various runes flew from Gu Meng's body to the small bamboo forest.

Then, the 108 golden bamboos kept shaking, and then flew out into the air again, dancing gracefully, and forming a sword shape.

The 108 bamboo swords were divided into two groups, one on top, divided into 36, with a small circle of galaxy light bands on them.

Below were 72 dark gold bamboo swords with relatively dim light, and the illusion was mountains and rivers.

Master Yideng felt that the world was not real, full of sword energy, full of stars, full of illusions, and the surrounding qi was also very mysterious. The internal force was inexplicably more active?

Could it be that this is the immortal energy leaking out when the immortals practice swordsmanship?

Yideng couldn't help but take two more breaths, but he was choked and his lungs hurt.

"Wind is coming! Clouds are coming!"

Gu Meng didn't care about others now. If Yideng dared to get close to him, he would be strangled to death by the protective sword.

He first used the power of natural disasters to accumulate a large number of thunderclouds. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and a thunderstorm was brewing in the air.

Then Gu Meng shook the magic circle and broke the formation of the cultivation bamboo forest, so as to attract the five elements of thunder tribulation and train the sword body.

Rumble! ! !

In the thunder and fire, the sword body gradually took shape, with supernatural craftsmanship and natural beauty.

After the tribulation, the spirituality was born, and the flying swords wandered around Gu Meng on their own, each in five colors. Finally, all kinds of illusions naturally fell on the sword body, and the runes originally injected by Gu Meng were looming.

Finally, the vision disappeared, and a hidden halo was emitted.

It's done. Judging by the standards of the mortal world of immortal cultivation, it's generally a low-grade magic weapon.

It's the credit of the demigod's blood refining... Yes, in fact, the blood refining method of the Zhuxian Demon Cult was also used.

Gu Meng nodded, and was quite satisfied with it. After all, the raw materials were like this. Although Gu Meng's fusion ability has improved a lot, it's already good. There's no need to force too much, and it can continue to improve in the future.

After putting the flying sword into the dantian to warm it up, Gu Meng turned to look at Master Yideng:

"Hmm? Master, you're not feeling well today, why do you keep coughing?"

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Thank God. The big boss's reward.

I took a bus to the city to work today. I was stuck in traffic all day and arrived at night. I couldn't catch up. I posted the draft first. The back is messy, which has caused victims of the genuine version. The major revision will cause some chapter reviews to disappear. I apologize again.

Red Bean Mud Private Marseille! Sorry!