Xianhong Road

Chapter 333 The Birth of the Demon Sword
Leaving Yihe Village, Yang Fan let go of his hands and feet and flew all the way at a high speed. Wherever he passed, the clouds rolled and the sound of breaking through the air rang for several miles, making the nearby low-ranking monks frightened.

"It was so fast, I didn't even see the man's appearance clearly."

A monk in the concentrating stage said in horror.

"That turned out to be a high-ranking monk. I only saw a figure, and I could barely see a rough outline. It should be very young..."

A certain foundation-building monk a few miles away exclaimed.

A high-ranking monk is a remarkable figure anywhere in the world of cultivating immortals.

Yang Fan couldn't help sighing that the nine realms of cultivating immortals, from refining qi to building foundations, are only the third level of entry, just entry.

Starting from the golden core period, the subsequent three realms are called the third level of supernatural powers.

Only by entering the third level of supernatural powers, that is, high-level ones, can one possess truly powerful supernatural powers.Since then, it is no longer a dream to fly to the sky, travel around the world, and look down on the common people.

After flying for about half a day, Yang Fan came to Iron Volcano.

Calculating the time, he bid farewell to Master Tie Moshan for about two months, and the conceived attack Libao should have been refined successfully.

Enter Iron Volcano, the domain of Master Iron Moshan.

"Is Master Iron here?"

Yang Fan asked the disciple guarding the mountain gate.

In fact, these disciples are also named disciples of Master Tiemoshan, and their cultivation ranges from refining Qi to concentrating mind.

"Master is in seclusion, no outsiders are seen!"

One of the disciples said coldly.

When Yang Fan flew to Iron Volcano, he hid his cultivation to avoid attracting people's attention.

Otherwise, even if you give the other party a hundred courage, they would not dare to treat high-ranking monks like this.

Yang Fan ignored him, but unfolded his consciousness calmly.

With the cultivation base of Jindan's early stage, the consciousness can extend up to fifteen miles.

When Yang Fan just broke through to the fourth level of "Seed Accumulation Stage", his spiritual consciousness could cover a range of fifteen miles. Now that his realm has been consolidated, his spiritual consciousness can reach a radius of twenty miles.It can be seen from this that he cultivated the heaven-defying kungfu, and his spiritual consciousness surpassed the same level.

Soon, he found Ling Tie and Meng Po in the mountain gate.

"Xiao Tie, I'm Yaoshi Yang..."

Yang Fan sent a sound transmission to Ling Tie, a young disciple of Tiemo Mountain.

Ling Tie is younger, but his talent is not inferior to Yang Fan's disciple Cang Yun.The reason why Yang Fan sought him out was because this son was kind and simple-minded, while his elder brother Meng Po had more eyes.

"You...you are here." Ling Tie said respectfully.

"Yes, I'm back. I don't know how the refining progress is. Yang doesn't have much time."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Pharmacist later, I will take you to the underground refining room."

After Ling Tie understood the reason, he immediately came out and brought Yang Fan into the mountain gate.

Along the tunnel, Yang Fan soon came to the underground refining room.

As soon as he stepped in, Yang Fan felt a scorching heat, Ling Tie's cultivation level was low, and he couldn't bear it.

"You go back first."

Yang Fan waved his hand to let him go.

In the depths of the refining room, a crimson fire snake spit out from the black dragon's mouth, and Tiemoshan stood beside him, sweating profusely.

At this moment, Tiemoshan looks a little weak, and its vitality is relatively fragile.

Yang Fan stood for a long time, but Tiemoshan didn't notice it, so he reminded: "Master, I'm here."

"Ah! Yaoshi Yang, you are here..."

Tie Moshan hastily turned around with a startled look on his face.

"I don't know how my attack Libao is refined?" Yang Fan asked.

"Here, the refining is basically successful, but there are still some minor problems."

Tie Moshan raised his hand and slapped the opposite stove, and took out a fiery red magic sword, which was exactly the same as Yang Fan's idea.

When the high temperature dissipated, the original color of the attacking Libao was really revealed:
This is a five-foot-long green sword with a slight golden luster. It reveals a crystal luster and is so smooth that it can almost be seen as a mirror.

Attacking Libao's front end, it presents ferocious and terrifying wavy teeth, sharp and sharp, flashing a terrible cold light.

The blades at both ends are as thin as a cicada's wings, almost translucent, exuding a faint golden sharpness, which makes the skin feel cold.

The middle and rear ends of the sword are dark blue in color, thick and powerful.

Where the hilt holds the hand, there is a dark black, slightly curved dragon's mouth, full of dominance.

"This...it's perfect!" Yang Fan was so excited that he reached out to grab the attacking weapon.

"Wait...the temperature here hasn't dropped yet!"

Tie Moshan exclaimed.

You must know that shortly after attacking Libao, he was subjected to the terrifying fire of the ley line, and the temperature above it was enough to melt gold and iron.

But, it's too late...

Yang Fan has already tightly held this attacking treasure full of the aura of a demonic overlord in his hands.

His hands trembled slightly, not from the heat, but from excitement.

When he held the attacking Libao, he suddenly felt the surge of devil energy in his body, ready to move.

It is indeed a magic sword!
Attack Libo in Demon Sword!

Gently stroking this attacking weapon, Yang Fan felt that it was exactly as he had imagined, with almost no flaws.

It's perfect!

Yang Fan's finger brushed lightly over the sharp edge, and in an instant, his skin was cut and a bloodstain appeared.

Strangely, the healing speed of the bloodstain was more than twice as slow as Yang Fan imagined.

At the blood-stained wound, Yang Fan felt a sharp aura of metal and iron clanging, it was it that stopped the automatic recovery of vitality.

However, it was also a matter of breathing. With his strong vitality, Yang Fan's wound healed instantly.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of attacking Libao. Its golden sharpness alone can curb vitality. If it is refined and infused with devilish energy to attack, its attack power will be terrifying."

Yang Fan trembled slightly, extremely excited.

He was not the only one who was excited, Tiemoshan standing opposite was also trembling all over, took a deep breath, and couldn't hide the pride on his face: "This is the pinnacle of my life..."

The pinnacle of the refining master!
"In order to refine it, I worked non-stop and forged it for two months in a row, endured the terrible high temperature of the earth's veins, and almost consumed all my energy and effort..."

Tie Moshan's face was pale, but he was relieved.

Speaking of this, his whole body was on the verge of falling, and he was about to faint.

"Master Iron." Yang Fan exclaimed, woke up from the intoxicated state, and supported Tie Moshan.

"Hehe, I'm just a little tired..."

Tie Moshan smiled apologetically at Yang Fan.

"Hehe, with me as a pharmacist, how can I let you down?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, raised his hand and swung a palm, hitting Tie Moshan on the shoulder.

Snapped!
Immediately, a pure vitality injected into his body.

After a while, Tie Moshan's face returned to blood, and his spirit rose.

After another little while, he was full of energy, fighting spirit was high, and he was full of endless energy.

"This..." Tie Moshan was stunned, he didn't expect such magic in the world.

This is the supernatural power of a high-level pharmacist?
Tie Moshan took a deep breath and bowed to Yang Fan: "Thank you, Pharmacist, for your help."

Yang Fan quickly supported him, and said with a smile: "Master, you have refined such an attacking treasure for me, and it should be Yang who wants to thank you."

"By the way, Master Tie, you just said that the attacking Libao is basically refined, but there is still a small problem..."

Yang Fan raised his doubts.

In his eyes, this attacking Libao is simply a gem, flawless.

He is not a craftsman, let alone a master craftsman, he is a layman in this field.

"Yang Yaoshi, look at this sword. Anyone who sees it for the first time will definitely regard it as a magic sword. This is your ingeniously sketched, natural and amazing design." Tie Mo Shan said in a hurried tone.

"That's right, this attack Libao is definitely a magic sword, which is a kind of spirit and root. If decent monks get this sword, although it can be called a Libao, it will not be able to exert its true power."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

When he held the sword just now, he felt the surge of devil energy in his body, and he was inexplicably excited.

The divine light in Tie Moshan's eyes condensed, and he said righteously: "Since it is a magic sword, then this attacking Libao needs to be tempered by the magic flame, so that it can contain the power of the magic way and become perfect."

"The tempering of the magic flame? It makes sense." Yang Fan nodded, thinking to himself: "You are worthy of being a master craftsman."

"However, the old man does not have a magic flame. The fire of the earth's veins is neither righteous nor demonic, nor does it belong to the magic flame, so..."

The meaning of Tie Moshan is already very clear.

"Magic Flame? Hehe..." Yang Fan smiled lightly, not to get entangled in this matter.

As for the magic flame, his Nether Demon Flame is one of the four most famous magic flames in the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, and it is the best magic flame in the world.

"By the way, master, can you tell me the method of tempering, so that I can further improve this magic sword when I have the opportunity in the future."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Of course, this is the master's unique technique, I can exchange it for something."

"This is absolutely no problem, Yaoshi Yang is my savior, so this unique technique is nothing."

Tie Moshan refused any remuneration, and spoke out his unique tempering method very straightforwardly.

Not only that, but also took out an extra jade slip and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Master, this is..." Yang Fan was puzzled, and took the jade slip.

"The medicine master did it in one go before, and the charm of the demon sword outlined is amazing, which shows your talent for refining. This jade slip is part of my refining method and experience, and now I give it to Medicine Master together."

Tie Moshan said frankly.

"Okay, then Yang will accept it." Yang Fan could feel Master Tie's heart, but he didn't shirk it.

Later, Yang Fan accompanied Master Tie back to the ground and chatted with several disciples.

"By the way, Yaoshi Yang, you have already refined this magic sword. I don't know what name you want to give it?"

Tie Moshan asked.

"Name?" Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, without any inspiration for a while, he said with a smile: "Since it is a sharp attack weapon refined by the master and two disciples, why not let you name it."

"Well, this..."

Tie Moshan began to meditate, and his two disciples also thought together.

As a result, after thinking about it for a long time, there is no good name.

Nothing can describe the unique charm of this attacking Libao.

On the other hand, Ling Tie, the young disciple of Tiemoshan, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he blurted out: "It's better to call it Mohuangjian!"

Demonic Bright Sword!
Yang Fan and the others jumped in their hearts, and their eyes lit up: "That's a good name!"

(Second shift...the monthly ticket is doubled. I originally wanted to add more outbreaks, but found that the students were preparing to hand in the final homework. The printed electronic manuscript was only fifty or sixty pages...frightening fast food. If you don't teach, you will fail Ke, I think everyone has a deep understanding. Don't expect monthly tickets, if you have recommendation tickets and evaluation tickets, you can support them, don't waste them.)
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