The magical weapon is born

After putting furniture in the empty house, it became different in an instant.

In the yard, Fang Ping's blood was surging with the furnace cultivation technique, and the sun shone in his hand, and it sprinkled out like a prairie fire, and it suddenly burned all the weeds in the yard to ashes powder.

"Yesterday, the aunt opposite brought a lot of food. From now on, they are all neighbors. Go and give the basket of eggs and the two bacon to the aunt opposite." Li Rou, who was cleaning the kitchen, remembered something and said to Fang Ying.

"Okay!" Fang Ying finished gnawing the fruit in her hand with a little mouth, thinking of a basket of eggs and two bacon, and striding towards the outside of the house.

Fang Ping glanced at him without saying a word.

Fang Ying, who reached the gate of the yard opposite the house with her head raised her head and reached the door opposite her home. After knocking on the door, she obediently handed over the things in her hand. The aunt living opposite the house was also a person who liked children and kept praising the little girl. It was obvious that Fang Ying believed it true.

But when Fang Ying returned home happily, the brother in the yard spoke in vain: "You are not a water spirit, nor are you a little fairy, you are just coaxing children."

Fang Ying:????

"It's unpleasant to you, it's up to you to believe it or not." Fang Ping did not explain. He did not eavesdrop. He reached his level and his six senses were so sensitive that he could not imagine. After calming down, Fang Ping could hear the squirming sounds of insects and ants within a thousand feet.

"Bushuiling is also better-looking." Fang Ying was so angry that she retorted.

At noon, the yang energy was in full swing and cloudless. The river behind the house was clear and sparkling. From time to time, fish jumped out of the water, and there were groups of children nearby catching fish and shrimp.

"It's useless. In this world, only if you have a big fist can you be the eldest brother." Fang Ping replied indifferently.

The girl standing beside him was graceful and graceful, dignified and beautiful, wearing a tight robe, looking slim and charming.

Sikong Hu, who calmed down, walked firmly to the sword-casting furnace step by step. He asked the two sword-casting masters to pull the chains connected to the furnace cover and opened the cover of the sword-casting furnace. When the furnace cover was slowly pulled up, sharp sword lights that could be seen from the naked eye gushed out of the sword-casting furnace and landed on the roof beams, leaving shocking traces of damage.

Buzzing!

The sword weapon, which was confined by the true energy, roared in anger, like a flood beast awakened.

"father!"

Seeing this scene, Sikong Hu stretched out his hand unhappily, and the powerful true energy poured into the sword-casting furnace like a wave, trying to capture the peerless magic weapon into his hands.

Sikong Hu showed relief. He only did three major things in his life. One was that he surpassed his ancestors in sword making, the other was that he gave birth to a pair of two talented women. The third major thing was that he had created a peerless magic weapon that had not succeeded in the past!

"Father, you are so hurried to call us over, I don't know what's going on." Sikong Jian bent down and asked his father.

"According to the words left by our ancestors, innate mysterious soldiers can be refined by only the most talented and powerful. Today, our Sikonghu sacrifices his sword with blood. We hope that our ancestors and ancestors will bless you, let your grandson refine the mysterious soldiers and strengthen my reputation in the Sword Forging Villa!"

"The innate Xuan Soldier has been born! This is the peerless divine weapon that my generations of ancestors of Zhujian Villa worked hard and passed down from generation to generation. Only when I arrived at me was finally cast, so this thing can only be subdued by Zhujian Villa. Do you understand what I mean?" Sikong Hu understood what he meant very well. He could not get the recognition of the innate Xuan Soldier, so he could not be cheaper for outsiders.

The reason is also very simple. The peerless magic weapon in the sword casting furnace has been refined!

"Hurry! Go and notify the owner of the manor!" an elderly swordsman shouted in a loud voice.

"Father!"

"If you understand the meaning of this sentence, you will benefit for life." Fang Pingyan closed his eyes at this point, and his body turned into a flesh-and-blood furnace, using his body as the furnace to absorb energy and matter from the sunlight. Every time he operates the furnace cultivation technique to absorb energy and matter, he has the effect of tapping his own potential, which is something that martial arts other than health-preserving techniques cannot have.

Sikonghu hurriedly called out a pair of children.

Zhujian Villa, which stands more than ten miles outside the city, has been passed down for more than 300 years. In terms of heritage and strength, it is no less than some declining martial arts sects in Yanzhou. Zhujian Villa is famous for its weapons refining. In the huge Fenglin Mansion, no one can cast weapons that are sharper than Zhujian Villa.

Outside the city, Zhujian Villa.

"You can only be the eldest brother if you have a big fist?" Fang Ying recalled her brother's golden words as if she had some insight.

"Before this innate mysterious soldier was refined, he was like a ferocious beast with blood." Sikonghu was not frightened. He kicked his feet and landed on the edge of the sword-casting furnace. He looked down and saw the peerless magic weapon hanging upside down in the sword-casting furnace. He was wrapped in a ball of red mist like magma, and it was impossible to see the authenticity.

One man and one woman are almost the same age. The young man has sword eyebrows, starry eyes, majestic weapons, tall figure, handsome face, and a sharp sword in his aura. His cultivation is amazing. He has cultivated to the second level at a young age.

Sikong Hu made a quick decision, cut his fingers, and let the blood flow out toward the sword weapon in the sword-casting furnace.

The innate mysterious soldiers are spiritual, and only the most talented and powerful can conquer them. Sikong Hu still has a lot of confidence in the martial arts talents of his children.

"I am worthy of being the innate Xuan Soldier. With my cultivation level, I cannot forcefully absorb it."

Puff! Puff!

The bright red blood touched the scorching red mist outside the peerless divine weapon and immediately evaporated into air.

This generation of Sword Forging Villa owner Sikong Hu has an unparalleled sword-forging technique. The magical weapons and swords he forged are all cut iron like mud, and cut gold and jade.

At this time, in a sword-making hall in a sword-making villa, more than a dozen sword-making masters from the sword-making villa gathered together to look at the huge sword-making furnace like a house. Everyone's faces showed a look of shock, shock and incredible expression.

Sikong Hu, the owner of the Zhujian Villa who received the news, quickly came to the Zhujian Hall, "Is it really done? The words left by the ancestors are true! Ancestors, have you seen it? I finally refined the innate Xuan Soldier!"

The brother and sister looked at each other and couldn't believe that they had heard a lot of stories about the innate Xuanbing from their fathers since they were young, but they always thought that it was just an unrealistic legend.

"Dad, have you really become an innate Xuan Soldier?" Sikong Li questioned her father half-believingly.

"Then there is still a falsehood!" Sikonghu himself suddenly realized that the peerless divine weapons in the sword furnace were extremely fierce and had spiritual energy, just like the magical weapons he had created before, in comparison, they would become terrible and broken copper and iron.

Without further ado, Sikong Hu urged his children to come forward to conquer the innate Xuan Soldiers.
Chapter completed!