"Fellow Daoist Qin, I'm so stupid that I'm ridiculous when compared to you."

Seeing Ziyun's expression changing, he looked collapsed.

"What, fellow Taoist Ziyun, has my sword reached the level of the eighth-grade spiritual sword?"

Qin Cheng was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that he would succeed in one go.

In fact, he has been tempered in the past few days, and the seventh-grade spiritual sword is more skillful. As for the eighth-grade spiritual sword, he has tried to refine it before, but it has failed several times.

Therefore, this time, Ziyun specially asked him to watch his spiritual sword refining, hoping to see what problems exist in his refining weapon through Ziyun.

But I didn't expect that this time I was lucky and I succeeded.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, no, Senior Qin, you are a truly eighth-grade spiritual sword." Ziyun said embarrassedly.

"But I want to ask, your golden powder is spilling, and at such a high temperature, aren't you afraid it will be ruined?"

This is also Ziyun’s biggest doubt.

Is Qincheng lucky or really a thorough understanding?

"You talk about this." Qin Cheng nodded and said without thinking much.

"The temperature of this gold powder is too low, which will affect the spiritual communication effect, and the higher the effect, the better, so I have to find the critical point, so I used the ultimate fire method to wrap the gold powder, and wait for the right time to integrate it into it immediately."

"Wrap it with breath and test its melting degree one by one."

Ziyun was stunned. Why didn't he expect that there was such a way.

If you think about it carefully, Qin Cheng's method is indeed reliable.

From this point of view, Qin Cheng’s success was not entirely due to luck, but because he really thought about it and had the ability.

"Senior Qin, can I see this sword?" Ziyun said.

Qin Cheng nodded and handed the crudely completed spiritual sword to Ziyun.

"roar!"

Ziyun was startled as soon as she took it.

A dragon roar sounded on the sword body, and then a golden light soared into the sky and disappeared immediately.

"This is?"

"Oh, I heard from Senior Fu that the sword is the Emperor of Ten Thousand Soldiers, and I think the dragon is also the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, so I incorporated a wisp of insight into the dragon into this spiritual energy." Qin Cheng said.

"Can this still happen?" Ziyun was completely confused.

"By the way, why are you calling me senior again?"

Qin Cheng smiled speechlessly, what happened to Ziyun? Didn’t you say that Fu Tian was not here before, and he was called a peer?

"No, I thought about it, it's better to call you senior."

Ziyun looked up at the sky, and her face was filled with tears.

Master the method of melting gold powder, and you can also merge the origin of the dragon into the spiritual sword.

Senior Qin, you and me have such a huge gap in strength. Now they are better at refining weapons than me. What is my name still fellow Taoist? This is not suitable.

I dared to call you fellow Daoist Qin before, because I thought that my own refining skills were far better than you and could guide you.

As a result, your old man’s sword refining skills are no less than mine. What qualifications do I have to match with his peers?

Even if Master doesn’t know, I don’t have the same face.

Ziyun couldn't help but recall the initial look of his pride in front of Qincheng.

It's embarrassing, I want to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

I'll guide, what a big deal.

"Senior Qin, I have something to do, I'll leave first."

He was too cruel to be defeated by Qin Cheng and had no face to stay, Ziyun immediately escaped.

However, in fact, Ziyun's refining level is still far higher than that of Qincheng.


Chapter completed!