"Not bad...not bad..." Situ Zhong said to himself while studying the pair of gloves Lucifer made for Zhang Xingyao. "Although it is different from our weapon refining method, it is definitely an incomparable design.
!But your current strength seems to be only one or two of its strength, what a pity!" Situ Zhong is indeed an expert in weapon refining, and he immediately showed the gloves with a production system that is completely different from the magic weapon in the world of immortality.
Seven, seven, eight, eight.
"Yes! This glove is prepared for me to break through to the next stage. If I can use its full strength, I won't have to fight so badly with Yaizhen!" Zhang Xingyao nodded repeatedly, and Situ Zhong was very interested in this glove.
The more satisfied he is, the higher the possibility that he will help Zhang Xingyao refine it.
"Okay brat, I know what you mean. I can make this glove, but I will change it a lot. I wonder if the person who helped you make this glove will mind? I will knock the bones of Yaizi's hand
Once inside the glove, you can no longer fight with it in the future, but a magic weapon that can fly and attack freely is definitely better than a weapon worn on the body!" After studying the glove carefully, Situ Zhong already had a preliminary idea.
transformation and refining plan.
"There is absolutely no problem with this! She will definitely agree!" Zhang Xingyao quickly assured the master.
"That's fine. I need to think of a detailed transformation plan. Now that you have reached the Nascent Soul stage, you can stay there wherever you fall in love! The Heroes Conference will be in three days, and I have to finish it before then.
Okay!" After saying that, Situ Zhong put away Yazui's body and fists and went back to the house. In order to help Zhang Xingyao transform the magic weapon and flying sword, he would spend sleepless nights in the next few days.
"Um~~!" Early the next morning, Situ Zhong walked out of his room with messy hair and a shiny face. He saw that his hands were covered with black ink. He must have drawn a lot of pictures, magic weapons and flying objects yesterday.
Swords are different. You must have detailed drawings and plans before refining them, let alone modifying a finished product made by someone else! When he finished stretching and opened his sleepy eyes, what was in front of him was Zhang Xingyao.
, occupied the lounge chair where Situ Zhong usually sunbaths, where he closed his eyes and meditated.
"Hey!" Seeing the master coming out, this guy even said hello happily!
"You brat! I'm looking for a fight!" Situ Zhong picked up a wooden stick from nowhere and started to fight!
"Master! I'm joking!" Zhang Xingyao raised his hands above his head to catch the wooden stick that hit his head, and quickly confessed. It turned out that he had already prepared face wash, towel, breakfast and good wine.
!
"Well... that's pretty much it. I didn't waste all the hair I lost on your magic weapon this night!" Situ Zhong was still very satisfied with Zhang Xingyao's performance. "Go and get me some jars of good wine later! Drawings
You have come out, your master, I want to go into seclusion to refine weapons!"
"yes!"
In fact, the registration for the Heroes Conference started a few days ago. I don’t know when it became popular to register later than anyone else. If you are not strong enough and insist on delaying to the registration office until late, you will be looked down upon.
If a strong person is the last one to sign up, he will be sought after. So people who think they are good have sent people to monitor the registration office to see who has signed up. Wait until everyone who thinks they are weaker than themselves has signed up.
After it was over, they dared to come over slowly to sign up, and exchanged a few words with those who came to sign up together. They talked openly and secretly about the battle, and they laughed and hid their swords.
Today is the last day. A large number of powerful players have begun to sign up, and the reception desk has become busy. The subordinates who came to monitor have come and go more frequently. The big shots have begun to come to sign up.
Finally, at the last moment, several of the most important figures appeared. "Isn't this Xu Changqing, the young master of the Tiandao Sect? The registration office is right at your Tiandao Sect, why did you only come at the last moment?" said a man with a feather fan and a turban.
The young master asked a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although the words were very polite, everyone could hear the meaning of teasing Xu Changqing for being late on purpose.
"It turns out that he is an extraordinary young master from the Qingyun Sect, and he has missed his welcome! Brother Changqing, I have been in seclusion for a long time, and I just came out of seclusion. You see, these clothes have not been changed for several months and are getting rotten. Everyone is saying that I don't want to come.
But out of respect for the players who came to participate in the competition, I came directly to sign up without taking a break." Xu Changqing said, neither humble nor arrogant, and was reasonable and well-founded, and was not at all intimidated by Zhang Bufan, a talented man from the Qingyun Sect.
"So that's it? Then Mr. Xu, the leader, invites you first?" Zhang Bufan closed the fan with a swipe and then pointed with the fan to sign in.
"Brother Bufan turns out to be a guest, so you should invite me first!" Xu Changqing hurriedly greeted politely.
"Hey?!~~This is the Tiandao Sect. Of course, Master Xu is the first!|" The two people kicked the ball.
"Stop fucking arguing! Let my apprentice go first!" While the two were pretending to push each other back and forth, a loud voice stunned the entire audience. A huge wine gourd fell from the sky, and Zhang Xingyao dropped from
He jumped down and stood in front of the old man at the registration desk without saying a word. "Sign up."
"Uh...this...this..." The old man at the registration office had never seen such a battle before. There were two untouchable people over there! If I signed up for this little guy...
"It turns out to be Master Yichen! Long time no see." Xu Changqing was about to get mad when he realized that the person on the gourd was actually Master's junior brother Yichen. He immediately changed his face and said goodbye.
"It turns out to be Elder Yichen, who was as famous as the head of Yifan back then! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If your disciple wants to sign up, of course he has to go first!" Zhang Bufan started to compliment him, but although his head was lowered,
But in my heart I couldn't stop complaining.
Since the two bosses had no objections, the old man at the registration office quickly completed the registration procedures for Zhang Xingyao.
"Junior brother, wait a minute!" Xu Changqing stopped Zhang Xingyao.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xingyao already knew that he was here to humiliate Xu Changqing today, so there was no need to be friendly with him.
"Sure enough, you are very handsome. Uncle Yichen waited for nearly ten years at the place where he worshiped the mountain before accepting you as his apprentice. You are definitely the best among people! My name is Xu Changqing. I entered the school a few years earlier than you. Although I am younger than you,
It’s your senior brother too, haha. I still have to wait two years before I get my Taoist ID number. Could you please tell me, junior brother, what is your Taoist ID number?” Xu Changqing definitely deliberately entered the school five years earlier but got his Taoist ID number before he was twenty, but it was
Zhang Xingyao, the senior brother of a young man in his twenties, showed off his nakedness.
"..Xuan Xiao!" Situ Zhong mentioned the Taoist title that day. According to the rules, Zhang Xingyao would be of the Xuan generation, so he finally gave himself the Taoist title of Xuan Xiao.
"Oh..." Before Xu Changqing could finish, Zhang Xingyao disappeared into the crowd. This made Xu Changqing, who thought he was very well-educated, turned green with anger. "Wait! I will definitely defeat you and become the champion."
!" His keen intuition told him that this junior brother was definitely much more powerful than that Zhang Bufan.
This conference is called the Talent Conference, not the Tiandao Sect Martial Arts Competition. Of course, there is an age limit. You must be no more than thirty years old. And there are no restrictions on people from other sects participating. Although there are foreigners in every session.
People want to slap you in the face, but unfortunately, how can the status of Tiandao Sect's largest sect be shaken? In every talent competition, under fair and just competition, the proud talents of Tiandao Sect win the championship.
This is also the reason why they are willing to add hidden rewards. Although Tiandao Sect and Qingyun Sect have strict control over Qixia Sect, the outstanding monks of Qixia Sect are really limited. If other sects win the championship, especially Qingyun Sect’s
, some people in Tiandaomen probably cried.
There were more than a thousand people who signed up, and the entire process was a knockout competition. Soon Zhang Xingyao stood on the stage. The Talent Conference is also a festival of Tiandaomen, and there are many people who come to watch. Because there has never been anyone
After seeing Zhang Xingyao, the onlookers whistled, mocking Zhang Xingyao's delicate face and pretentious outfit. The outfit Zhang Xingyao wore was designed by Lucifer himself and combined elements of Eastern Taoist robes and Western armor. It was very elegant and good-looking.
After the referee announced the start, Zhang Xingyao summoned the Thunder Sword directly from Dantian! At this time, the Thunder Sword underwent some changes. Situ Zhong refined the head of the dead Yajuan into an eye-sized one and embedded it into the mouth of the sword, replacing the original thunder sword.
The beast pattern was replaced. When the sword was drawn out, there was not only the sound of wind and thunder but also the roar of Yazhu, which was breathtaking.
"Ah~~~! Don't kill me, I'll give up!" Before the opponent could make a move, the Thunder Sword roared towards him and hit his throat. The opponent was frightened by the soul-stirring voice.
Surrendered directly.
"It's boring." Zhang Xingyao withdrew the Thunder Sword and jumped off the ring. At the same time, everyone onlookers also knew that this man was strong and not someone to be trifled with. They all put away their contemptuous words and deeds. Strength is respected. This is the law of the world of immortality.
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