After wandering around, seeing that there was nothing to buy, Ye Chen left the noisy street.

As soon as he walked into the inn, Xiong Er pounced on him, grabbed Ye Chen and shouted, "Damn, do I think you have been assassinated?"

"You said that during the auction, private fights are prohibited. No matter how brave Wu Changqing is, he dare not settle the score with me here." Ye Chen said, and did not forget to take out a storage bag from his arms and stuff it into Xiong Er's hand, "Hey, your spirit stone is 300,000, no more or less."

After taking the storage bag, Xiong Er glanced inside, then looked at Ye Chen with a pair of small eyes in surprise, "Why do you have a spirit stone?"

"Pick it up!"

"Pick it up... pick it up?" Xiong Er chased behind Ye Chen's butt, like a follower. "Where did I pick it up, I'll pick up a basket."

"Tianxuan Gate." He answered casually, and Ye Chen stretched out and walked towards his room while waving his hand. "I'm so tired today, so I'll have a break early."

Xiong Er wanted to say something, but Ye Chen had already closed the door.

"It's strange to believe you," Xiong Er muttered, holding the heavy storage bag, and the guy smiled again.

Back at the room, Ye Chen closed the door tightly and took out the purple gold gourd.

He still remembered that he drank the spiritual liquid from the small gourd last night, and then he felt like his body was burning. The pain of the head that was about to explode still made him feel scared.

"My body is burning like fire, and my head is about to explode, which makes my cultivation level jump to the eighth level of Qi Condensation. There must be something wrong with this spiritual liquid." In a low voice, Ye Chen poured out a drop of spiritual liquid from the small gourd.

The spiritual liquid is purple, with a purple halo, crystal clear. This is made by combining jade spiritual liquid and spiritual liquid. The aroma of medicine is rich and scented. When you smell it, you will feel refreshed and happy.

"No problem." After staring for a while, Ye Chen touched his chin, "It's no different from the usual ones."

As he said that, he swallowed the drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth.

As usual, the spiritual liquid entered the body and turned into a rich essence and merged into his body. There was no feeling of heat from last night.

"Strange." Without feeling something was wrong, Ye Chen couldn't help scratching his head.

Next, he swallowed a few drops of spiritual liquid one after another, but his body still did not have the strange pain as it was last night. Instead, he felt warm all over.

"It's really strange." He murmured again, and Ye Chen withdrew his thoughts and then took out the black iron stick he had taken at the auction today.

"It took you five hundred thousand spirit stones to photograph you, don't let me down." As he said, Ye Chen stuffed the iron rod along the mouth of the purple gold gourd.

Buzz!

As soon as the iron rod was stuffed in, the small purple gold gourd buzzed and trembled.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes lit up, rubbed his hands and looked at the purple gold gourd with his eyes lit up, hoping that the purple gold gourd could find out the mystery on the iron rod.

However, since the little purple gold gourd buzzed, it had no more words and stood quietly on the table, with nothing but the purple air that sometimes overflowed.

"Is this gone?" Ye Chen picked up the purple gold gourd, subconsciously shook it a few times, and then looked inside along the mouth of the gourd.

He found that the iron rod was in the purple gold gourd, without any abnormality, and was suspended there quietly, just like the purple air flowing around it, which had nothing to do with it.

It took a long time before Ye Chen was so angry that he put the little purple gold gourd back to his original place, "Your grandma, 500,000 spirit stones, I bought your broken iron rod."

Buzz!

The little purple gold gourd seemed to be spiritual. When he heard Ye Chen's slander, it trembled again, as if saying: Don't stuff everything into my stomach.

Bo!

Then, the little purple gold gourd spit out the black iron rod and hit the ground with a clang.

"I'm not a little temper." Ye Chen ignored Xiao Hulu and picked up the black iron rod.

After observing the iron rod at such a close distance, he realized that the iron rod was clearly an iron whip, with black all over, not only mottled rust, but also bumpy, and there was no surprise.

"I don't believe that you are an ordinary iron whip if you can attract the attention of the true fire." Ye Chen still refused to give up, and then sacrificed the true fire and wrapped the black iron whip.

The golden true fire burned, instantly increasing the temperature in the room.

Under the calcination of the true fire, the black iron whip still did not change at all. It ignored the calcination of the true fire so much that Ye Chen couldn't help but frown.

"Come again." After pondering, Ye Chen increased the real fire to calcinate.

However, the black iron whip still had no abnormalities.

Three hours later, Ye Chen panted and stopped the real fire.

The three-hour fire calcination failed to melt the iron whip, which made him exhausted.

"I really don't believe it." Ye Chen Zheng took out the Chixiao Sword with a whip, then poured all the true energy into it, and slashed hard towards the iron whip.

pound!

The sound of metal collision was particularly crisp. The Chixiao Sword was shaken away on the spot. Even Ye Chen was shocked to retreat, his whole arm was numb and he had no sense of consciousness.

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Picking up the Chixiao Sword, Ye Chen saw a small gap on the sword. In contrast, the iron whip was still stably inserted into the ground as if it were Mount Tai. The sharp Chixiao Sword could not leave a trace on it.

"What exactly is this made?" After taking over the Chixiao Sword, Ye Chen looked up and down at the iron whip.

Ignoring the fire of the real fire, even the Chixiao Sword could not shake the slightest part. He could imagine how extraordinary the materials used to create this iron whip were. This made him feel a little more balanced. He bought a very hard iron whip for 500,000 spirit stones, which was not as worthless as he imagined.

"It's good to use to smash people." After touching his chin, Ye Chen turned his hand and put away the iron whip.

Soon, he took out the black iron and black steel from the storage bag.

These two pieces of spiritual metal are placed in front of you, forming a sharp contrast. The black iron is black and hard, and the black steel is bright and flexible. These two materials are combined to create a perfect choice for weapons.

He sacrificed the true fire and took out the Chixiao Sword again. Ye Chen wrapped the three of them in the true fire, calcined the essence of the Xuan Iron and Xuan Steel, and refined them into the Chixiao Sword.

This is a long process.

It was only when dawn was approaching that he was sweating and he was filled with real fire.

Zheng!

Zheng!

The room was filled with the sound of swords.

At this moment, the Chixiao Sword became more and more extraordinary, still red. Without instilling true energy, there would be sword energy lingering, and sometimes sword light appeared. A stimulating sharpness made Ye Chen unable to help but be amazed.

"Not bad." Ye Chen was very happy when he held the Chixiao Sword with love. The most important thing was that this sword was made by him.
Chapter completed!