Sun Haoning changed his tactics again, instead of pursuing the ultimate speed, his internal energy surged to fully unleash the potential of the special spirit house.

A silver leopard appeared, baring its teeth and grinning lifelike.

As Sun Haoning swung out his fist, the silver leopard's giant paw suddenly struck down.

As the saying goes, a leaf can't see Mount Tai, but the huge leopard's claws really cover the sky, making it difficult for Yiran to see the sun in the sky.

Wenger was not idle either. The fireballs hanging in the air fell one after another, returning to the heaven and earth and turning into pure fire elements, merging with the wind elements.

The green and red colors in Yiran's eyes were constantly intertwined. The wind used the power of fire to help the wind. The power of the two elements gathered together and became more than twice as strong.

One day, when the two elements can be truly integrated, then Wenger will be able to cast a forbidden magic spell, which will be ten times more powerful than a single element of magic?

But even so, Yiran also learned a lot of magic and martial arts from these geniuses.

This is the foundation that generations of people have honed through battles over thousands of years, and it is far beyond what Yi Ran can do by groping for the secrets on his own.

Wenger held his right fist and raised his arm to gather momentum. There were green and red lights spinning continuously, his arm was like the barrel of a gun, and the power of the element was like the tip of a gun.

The legs gathered momentum and squatted down, the body suddenly rushed forward, and all the physical strength was concentrated in the right arm.

All the magic power in the body is condensed into the tip of the elemental spear under the control of mental power, and the tip of the spear instantly grows larger and rotates at a faster and stronger speed.

Yiran couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "The talented people really all have their own strengths, and they all have their own understanding and use of their own power."

There are such geniuses even before entering the empire, and there must be even more geniuses in the empire.

I can't help but think of Gude and Yudie. In the imperial sect where geniuses are rampant, can Yudie be able to support Gude's expectations?

Thinking of this, Yiran grinned, and the sword energy of the wooden sword hanging above his head surged majestically, and the sword energy condensed into a substantial sword gang.

The moment Jian Gang appeared, Sun Haoning and Wenger knew they had no chance.

If you are not in the secret realm, if you see someone who can wield a sword and use the sword's power, he is definitely a strong man who has entered the martial arts sect.

However, Wuzong at such a young age is also extremely terrifying.

Jian Gang's puffs and puffs automatically emitted bursts of sword sounds. The moment it touched the leopard's claws, the claws transformed from internal energy shattered, but Jian Gang was only slightly illusory.

Yiran stretched out his right arm and held it in the palm of his hand. The wooden sword instantly returned to Yiran's hand and stabbed forward again.

The elemental power on his body was like a shackle, putting Yiran under tremendous pressure and slowing him down to an unimaginable level.

But the wooden sword that Yiran thrust forward happened to collide with Wenger's offensive.

At the tip of the sword, the sword is flowing, and the cold light and sharpness are breathtaking.

In front of the Iron Fist, two lines of magic are intertwined together, spinning at high speed into the tip of a spear, which is dizzying.

Sword to spear tip!

The sword gang continued to swallow and tremble, and the spear head formed by the power of the elements was continuously squeezed and deformed.

But Wenger's arms were like gun barrels, and he held on tightly without taking a step back. Veins on his forehead bulged, the skin on his arms cracked, and blood seeped into his robe.

Although Wenger's physique is powerful and comparable to that of ordinary martial artists, he ultimately does not have the inner strength to protect and strengthen his body.

"Ahhhhhh," Wenger roared loudly, his hair spread out and flew in the wind, and he gritted his teeth again and exerted force.

The spear head, which had become broken after being flattened, recovered again, exuding a violent aura.

Jian Gang was also not willing to be outdone, and he was full of energy and had collided with each other for countless rounds in an instant.

Under the squeeze of the fist and sword, the spear head composed of the power of the elements is like a flour ball that is constantly being kneaded, sometimes long and pointed, sometimes short and flat.

The stalemate lasted only a moment, and Jian Gang let out a crisp sword cry as if he felt humiliated.

Yiran's eyes lit up, and Mo Xiangyi also raised his head, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

After Sun Haoning had his leopard claws cut off and attacked, his expression was extremely lost. When he saw the wooden sword cries, he stood stunned on the spot.

The shock in Wenger's heart could not be greater. This wooden sword actually gave birth to spiritual intelligence!

He decisively bit the tip of his tongue to gain more momentum. He understood that if he didn't be more cruel to himself, he would not even have a chance to struggle.

If he gives up resistance, who knows whether this young man will really let them go?

Yiran's heart was filled with joy, and she could feel the friendly feeling coming from the wooden sword.

Not only is he in tune with himself, but he also has a bond with himself that is difficult to break.

No longer prepared to delay the battle, Yi Ran stepped down lightly and stood up to hold the hilt of the sword.

The joyful sound of swords immediately resounded throughout the world, and the swords shot out in all directions and cut into the sky.

Jian Gang cut off the elemental power and the spear head exploded directly, turning into green energy and red energy and dissipated in the heaven and earth.

Without any further hindrance, the wooden sword passed through Wenger's left cuff, and the fist-sized bone fell out, which was caught by Yiran's left hand.

Without looking back, Yiran threw the treasure towards Mo Xiangyi.

At the same time, he increased his speed to the extreme and was behind Sun Haoning in the blink of an eye.

Only then did Wenger's body pop up thirty feet like a cannonball, with blood flowing from his mouth and his breath rising and falling.

Sun Haoning, who was in a daze and had not yet reacted, felt a gust of cold wind blowing by and a palm on his back.

Then he flew towards Wenger.

While flying in the air, Sun Haoning was still wondering why this guy didn't kill him.

Glancing back, he saw the embroidered bag in the young man's left hand being thrown up and down again and again.

What else could it be than a pocket that contains treasures?

Still without looking back, he threw the things to Mo Xiangyi, who was dozens of feet away behind him, and even took a few steps forward.

He cupped his fists at Wenger and Sun Haoning and said with a smile: "Brothers, thank you for the treasure! Why don't you leave early so that I can see what the treasure is in peace."

Wenger raised his head and his face was as pale as paper, with blood and saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth. He no longer had the strong demeanor he had before.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, sprinkled it on the ground, clasped his hands on his chest, bowed to Yi Ran, and said sincerely:

"I am inferior to others in terms of skills. I would like to thank you young hero for not killing me. If there is a chance in the beginning, we will compete again!"

Sun Haoning was pushed directly to Wenger's side under Yiran's palm, spitting out a mouthful of black bloody phlegm.

But there were some absurd feelings in my heart.

The palm he received was all due to clever force. Not only did it not injure him, it also shook out the blood congestion caused by the blockage of Qi in the battle just now.

They were puzzled in their hearts, but they also understood that the guy who was younger than them and stronger than them today really had no intention of killing them.

After thinking about it, Sun Haoning immediately clasped his fists at Yiran and said boldly: "I am not hypocritical. The treasure belongs to you. I hope that next time we meet, we can drink together instead of fighting!"

"But can you tell me how your weapon became spiritually intelligent? This is a real spiritual weapon, not some fake stuff."

After listening to this, Yiran had an idea and asked, not shy about his knowledge:

"Brother Sun, from what you say, spiritual weapons can be classified as real or fake?"

Upon hearing Yiran's question, Wenger was the first to answer, but Sun Haoning rolled his eyes.

"There are powerful qi refiners who can imprison the soul and use secret techniques to put it into weapons. The soul turns into a weapon spirit, which can also be called a spiritual weapon."

Yiran was horrified, not by the secret technique of imprisoning the soul, but by this cruel method!

Seeing the shock in Yiran's eyes, Sun Haoning immediately continued:

"Brother, I don't know your name yet. If you have the opportunity, I will stay at Chengsun's house. You can read all kinds of classics!"

Yiran smiled and said: "I, Yiran, come from a remote and small principality. There are no such records in the principality. I am so funny. Don't be surprised. Don't be surprised."

"In our place, weapons have three levels, and those above the third level are spiritual weapons. And only the weapons of those seniors have reached the level of spiritual weapons."

Sun Haoning waved his hands quickly and said with a naive smile: "How dare you, how dare you! Looking at your strength and heritage, brother Yi, I thought you were from the empire!"

"Generally speaking, weapons of the third level and above are indeed spiritual weapons. However, the birth of spiritual weapons is too difficult and requires the owner's long-term nurturing and some special opportunities."

"Just like just now, your sword was the angry creature."

"But because it is too difficult to conceive and raise spiritual weapons, the method of imprisoning souls and transforming into spirits was developed."

Sun Haoning seemed to have opened up his chatterbox and spoke out what he saw and heard, speaking clearly and logically.

"The imprisoned souls are turned into weapon spirits, most of which are the souls of monsters. After the souls are turned into weapon spirits, the weapons can be considered to have reached the spiritual level."

As soon as Sun Haoning finished speaking, Wenger immediately added:

"Ordinary blacksmithing techniques, no matter how high-quality materials are used, can only produce weapons as third-level weapons, which are just harder and sharper than ordinary third-level weapons."

"Only when the spirit of the birth weapon is connected with the master's mind, can it exert its true power. Although the spirit of the magical beast soul is also a spiritual weapon, it is extremely difficult to connect with the master's mind, so it cannot exert the full power of the weapon."

"Furthermore, the quality of a weapon forged in this way is determined when it is completed. Unless there is an unexpected opportunity, it will be difficult to improve it."

Sun Haoning seemed to remember something again, as if offering a treasure, and continued to say to Yiran:

"According to legend, there is a weapon refiner who used the souls of his wife and children as a guide to forge a heaven-defying spiritual weapon, which is extremely powerful. Just holding the weapon will cause him to kill, and finally he will become a slave of the weapon, a murderer without any thought.

machine."

"Later, the spiritual weapon was destroyed by a powerful person. At the same time, it was announced to the world that it is forbidden to imprison souls of the same race to refine weapons. Once discovered, they will be hunted endlessly."

"The situation got a little better later, but no one knows if such a spiritual weapon was forged privately."

"But in the final analysis, weapons that have their own intelligence are the rarest and most able to connect with the owner's mind."

Even though Wenger was a magician, he was endlessly envious of Yiran's possession of a spiritual weapon.

Yiran couldn't help but nod, thinking about what the two people said about spiritual weapons, thinking that things like the background really go into all aspects.

At this moment, Mo Xiangyi's scream came from the distance.

The three of them looked back at the place where the sound came from, wondering who else in the secret realm would dare to oppose them.
Chapter completed!