Fu Shiyi waited for half a cup of tea in front of the hut. Although she wanted to see her flying sword urgently, she could still bear it. Old Miao came out of the hut and saw that she was calm and relaxed, and her smile became more:

"Now, your sword."

The canvas bag held by veteran Miao in his right hand was thrown directly to Fu Shiyi.

After Fu Shiyi caught it, he was a little stunned.

The canvas bag is very light. This flying sword is made of fourth-level heavenly thunder bamboo. It is also added with Xuanhuan, the red feather stone in the northern desert, etc. The raw materials are heavy, but now it is light and light when I hold it in my hand:

"Miao Lao..."

Fu Shiyi was wondering if the sword was taken wrong, but Mr. Miao was already lying on the rocking chair and snoring. Fu Shiyi swallowed the words he said to him.

She paid a big price to build this flying sword. In the territory of Lanyisi, she naturally couldn't invite Mr. Miao. It was her deal with Mr. Wen. If Mr. Wen wanted a secret map, he would definitely not dare to use any tricks:

"Old Miao, thank you, I'll say goodbye first."

Fu Shiyi gave a gift, put the canvas bag in the storage bag, hurried back to Cave No. 7, opened the secret room directly, and set up the formation. Then he was so excited that he took the flying sword out of the canvas bag:

"This......"

A touch of emerald green illuminated the originally dim secret room very brightly and even a little dazzling. The sword body is only two feet long and the palm is wide, and it is densely covered with runes:

"Try the effect."

Fu Shiyi made a gesture with his right hand, and a spiritual power hit the flying sword. The runes condensed on the flying sword immediately started to squirm. When he looked closely, it looked like the original vein of the Tianlei Zhu, but the natural vein was not powerful. Now Fu Shiyi just took a look, but his eyes were sore and left tears. If she hadn't flashed quickly, her eyes would have been damaged:

"Is this power there not yet recognized the master?"

Fu Shiyi was very surprised.

Manager Wen obviously spent a lot of money, which is enough to show his importance to the secret map.

Just in case.

Fu Shiyi moved the flying sword lingering in the air into his hand, immersed a wisp of spiritual consciousness into the flying sword, checked it over and over again, and confirmed that there was nothing strange on it, he breathed a sigh of relief and was sure that he was guarding others. She didn't know how Mr. Miao was, and it was always good to be careful. Fu Shiyi took out the messaging talisman and communicated with Sanniang. After learning that they had a banquet and a subsequent tea tasting party, he set up another isolation formation in the secret room.

A thought moves.

Next moment.

Fu Shiyi appeared in the space of consciousness.

All other things in the sea of ​​consciousness were affected, but the furnace. After sitting cross-legged, the breath became even and long, Fu Shiyi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his mouth was chanting an unknown mysterious spell. True energy was poured into the furnace in the air. After half a cup of tea, the furnace "pop" sounded, and a cluster of dragon breath flames ignited.

"Go!"

Fu Shiyi waved his sword.

The flying sword placed on the ground was guided and fell into the furnace with a "clang".

The furnace is illusory.

Fu Shiyi can only use it to refine the blessing magic weapon, otherwise she would refine the flying sword by herself.

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Market.

Backstreet hut.

After Fu Shiyi left with his sword.

Mr. Miao, who was sleeping soundly, stood up from the recliner like a corpse.

He looked in the direction of Cave No. 7 and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he turned around and entered the house.

The words "closed" appear on the banner hanging on the hut.

It seemed simple thatched hut. When I opened the door, there was a castle inside. There was a broken arm in the middle of the castle. On the twelve floors of the castle, the sound of "clang ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding staircase on the twelve floor. He bowed conservatively and said humbly:

"Sir, Fu Shiyi has taken back the sword."

No response.

Mr. Miao waited for a long time with his head down.

A woman wearing a gauze appeared on the twelve-story stairs. Mr. Miao stood under the long stairs. She looked down at Mr. Miao, with a gentle voice: "Miao, thank you for your hard work. My grandfather is refining the sword of the old man. I will tell him about Fu Shiyi."

"This......"

Mr. Miao was a little hesitant. After all, the master of Fu Shiyi had never shown up from beginning to end. He came up today and wanted to confirm it, and he had a clear idea in his heart.

"Miss, the young man has no other important things, just..."

Old Miao was planning to sit cross-legged at the entrance of the stairs, but a "bang" sound of explosion came from the fifth floor of the castle, and even the castle was shaken. Old Miao's face changed, and his body shook and disappeared from the spot.

The masked woman standing at the entrance of the stairs had a smile on her lips. She turned around and was about to enter the house. She suddenly staggered and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the gauze scarf. The white gauze scarf dyed blood red in an instant, and the woman was shocked and angry:

"How is that possible?!"

"Just relying on her foundation-building cultivation, how can I discover the spiritual consciousness I set up!!"

"Ha......"

A woman's right hand gesture.

The blood on the gauze scarf disappeared completely.

She smiled softly:

"It seems that this time I entered the secret realm, I met a good playmate..."

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So at the same time.

Cave No. 7.

Fu Shiyi was in the space of consciousness. A gray gas was burned into ashes by the dragon's breath. Fu Shiyi, who was making gestures, looked very ugly:

"Damn!"

"This Mr. Miao really tampered with the flying sword!!"

Unstable breath.

The flames on the furnace flashed.

Fu Shiyi took a deep breath and recited the meditation curse several times in his mind to calm himself again. Just in case, she stuffed three rejuvenated eggs into her mouth, melted the medicine, and pushed with all her strength, poured the rolling mental power into the furnace, and the other green dragon's mouth entrenched in the furnace opened slightly, a ball of flame erupted in the furnace, and the flying sword wrapped in two colors became more and more refined. The broken veins of the Tianlei Zhu miraculously reconnected together when she refined the flying sword. The color of the flying sword itself also changed, from the original emerald green to the gray, and the runes were also hidden.

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Secret outdoor.

Fu Zixu sat upright on the upper head.

The rest sat on both sides, but everyone was a little unable to sit still and put their concerns and worried eyes into the secret room.

The sixteenth brother who was sitting next to Sanniang couldn't help but say:

"Sanniang, half a month has passed. Before the 11th, are you sure that she has come out before the banquet? Is she really okay? Will the old injury recur......"

"Ph, ph, ph!"

Sanniang glared at the Sixteenth Brother.
Chapter completed!