Although Ling Tian's face was pale at this time and his whole body was even trembling, he still controlled the fire pen in his hand and drew the formation totem on the sword.
"How could..."
Yun Yang shook his head, his eyes full of disbelief and shame.
With the help of the Burning Yuan Pill and the help of ancient treasures, he carved nine formations and cast them into the Hidden Mist Sword. How can he, Lingtian, be as virtuous as himself?
Moreover, Yun Yang saw that the spiritual materials used in Ling Tian's weapon were no better than those of his Hidden Mist Sword. From the perfect shape of the blade, one could also see that the forging skills were extremely exquisite.
At this moment, Yun Yang felt that his self-esteem was being severely trampled on!
The feeling that an ant could actually lift a giant cauldron with him was even more uncomfortable than failure.
It was very quiet in Yaoxiang Valley. Ling Tian's face was pale without a trace of blood. The fire pen condensed from golden wind and thunder in his hand had completed the outline of the last totem. The nine formations on the sword were shining with dazzling light.
At this moment, the fire pen in his hand went out. The formation totem disappeared into the sword body.
The light was extremely dazzling, but some Golden Body Realm masters could still see the changes through the light. The nine formation totems were inlaid with each other, with different shapes, but they seemed to outline the pattern of a dragon.
"Hiss, these formations seem to be all mid-level ancient formations, and many of them are secrets of the sect that are not passed down!"
"That's right, it's really a nine-seat formation. This sword is enough to be among the top three in the sword list. I just don't know who is more powerful, or Prince Yun Yang's Hidden Mist Sword!"
"No, look, Ling Tian seems to be still moving! What... he still wants to bleed?!"
At this moment, Yang Shaoyou couldn't help but stood up from the chair, and said angrily: "Ling Tian, what is he doing? The ten fingers are connected to the heart, which are all blood and essence, containing essence, which is the foundation of human beings. Such consumption,
Loss of blood and veins, loss of talent, may result in loss of life, or death in severe cases, is it worth your life?”
"No! I want to stop him!"
After thinking about it, Yang Shaoyou felt that he couldn't let Ling Tian do what he did. Although he didn't know much about weapon refining, he didn't want to see Ling Tian compromise his talent or even lose his life for the sake of a so-called weapon talent list!
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"slow!"
Unexpectedly, Dugu Jianhan stood up and stopped Yang Shaoyou.
"What do you mean? Get out of the way!"
Yang Shaoyou has always been aloof, others may still be afraid of Dugu Jianhan, but he never puts anyone in his eyes.
"Hmph, Yang Shaoyou, I advise you to calm down. This is a weapon competition hosted by our Shenbing Mansion. No one is allowed to finish before the competition is over!" Dugu Jianhan said.
"What if I insist on going down!" Yang Shaoyou looked at Dugu Jianhan coldly, the powerful pressure on his body gradually rising.
"Travel less and don't be impulsive!"
Yue Dinglun stood up, and the coercion of the Dharma Realm forced the two of them apart.
"Based on what I know about this child Ling Tian, he is definitely not an impulsive person. He is absolutely sure of what he does. If you go down and stop Ling Tian now, I'm afraid all the previous efforts will be wasted!"
Yang Shaoyou had a cold face, looking at Ling Tian in the audience who was weak but had firm eyes. He took a deep breath, nodded, and sat back helplessly.
Dugu Jianhan snorted lightly, but a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.
Everyone in the Qingtian Sect, including Luo Qianfan, also looked at each other and smiled. No matter how powerful Ling Tian was, if he fell down in this venue in the end, whatever he said would be in vain.
At least they would not dare to make fun of blood essence.
However, at this time, Yue Dingling did say something suddenly, which made everyone feel shocked.
"Oh, I seem to remember. When I was studying the art of weaponry at Zhongzhou Imperial Artifact Academy, I once heard my master say that in ancient times, there was a method of refining weapons that used essence and blood as a guide. It was extremely exquisite. This method of refining weapons
It is called blood alchemy! But over time, blood alchemy has been lost..."
"What? Mr. Yue's master! Isn't that Senior Ou Ye, who is at the Imperial Palace of the Emperor Wu Shrine?"
"That's right! The Royal Weapon Academy is the headquarters of all the Shenbing Mansion in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Senior Ou Ye is the most respected Weapon Dao master by Emperor Wu!"
"Then the blood refining technique he said must be true. Could it be that Ling Tian..."
For a moment, Yue Dingling's words stirred up a thousand waves, making the lake water, which had not been calm, begin to surge again.
These weapon masters looked at Ling Tian in the audience, their eyes sparkling.
At the venue, Ling Tian was still standing in the formation, and the noise and excitement from the outside world were blocked.
At this time, Ling Tian stretched out the ten fingers of his right hand, and drops of essence and blood fell from the fingertips.
He pressed his finger on the tip of the sword, using the blood as a guide, wrapped in the sword's intention, and slowly slid downwards.
Every time the essence and blood pass through a totem, the formation's light will light up.
"What is he doing? He has clearly carved nine formations!"
"I don't know, but he is definitely not describing the formation, because he is not using the power of fire."
While everyone was wondering, one person exclaimed in an uproar: "Look, is Ling Tian using blood essence to outline the dragon's back?"
Everyone looked at it. Through the formations in Yaoxiang Valley, the hundreds of thousands of warriors in Yunzhou City could clearly see Ling Tian's every move.
On the dazzling sword of the soldier, there were nine formation totems carved by Ling Tian. The nine formations were connected and inlaid, like an ancient dragon-shaped mark. At this time, Ling Tian used blood essence to flow down from the top of the sword.
A line is drawn, but this line perfectly links the nine formations together. The graceful curve is just like the back line of this dragon!
"He wants to unite the nine formations into one. It can also be said that he is actually sculpting the tenth formation!"
Yue Dinglun let out a low cry.
"The tenth formation? Then you have to study the first nine formations to a state of proficiency before you dare to connect like this? Otherwise, any disclosure will completely destroy the formation!"
"That's right, but it's really incredible to see how relaxed Ling Tian's hands are, without any pause, and the lines are as if they were made by nature."
People were astonished, but a simple line cost Ling Tian a huge amount of his spiritual energy and blood to connect the formation.
Finally, waves of weakness in his blood rushed over him like a storm. Ling Tian bit his lips and completed the linking of the last formation!
"Zheng!"
The next moment, there was a sound like a thunderous explosion, and the sword on the platform was trembling.
Seeing that Ling Tian finally stopped and stepped aside, the whole place fell silent instantly.