I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 136 Refinement of Inverse Scales
"This is specially made by me. Only ten bottles of ordinary fine wine can produce such a bottle. You can't drink it anywhere else."

Seeing that Han Fei couldn't help taking another sip, Chen Feng laughed secretly that this guy was greedy for cups, but he liked him very much.

"Brother Chen invited me to drink good wine, but I couldn't come up with anything delicious. I'm ashamed." Han Fei realized that he was wrong and smiled awkwardly.

"I was looking for someone to drink. Brother Han, don't be polite." Chen Feng picked up the glass and said respectfully, "Come on, do it."

After a few drinks, Han Fei was also lying on the table, even though he had a lot of alcohol.

"It smells so good, and the two of you are drinking secretly. Why don't you call me Li Si together?"

Li Si, dressed in Tsing Yi, walked in. Compared to Han Fei, who was handsome and full of wealth, Li Si seemed much more ordinary. Of course, his eyes still had wisdom in his eyes, and he had a pen and ink in his chest.

The one who could be valued and cultivated by Xunzi was not an ordinary person, the future prime minister of the Qin state, at this time, he was also very curious about the spirits on the table.

"Chen Feng, please sit down, brother Li. Brother Han fell down after drinking seven cups just now. I don't know how many cups Brother Li can take?" Chen Feng said with a playful smile.

"Thank you Brother Chen for the drink, but I can't drink as much as Senior Brother." Li Si said modestly, sitting next to Han Fei, took a sip of strong wine, and his eyes were full of light.

"continue."

Chen Feng poured a cup for each with a smile on his face. He drank more than Han Fei, but he was only slightly drunk.

After three cups, Li Si had some slurred speech, and after drinking three more cups, he threw it on the table with a bang.

"You should find someone better to drink with."

Glancing at the two helplessly, Chen Feng left a pot of wine, walked out of the room, and came to a high platform in Songhai.

The ancient pines are vigorous and green, and when the breeze passes, the leaves fall and the vegetation swaying.

It is a place where Xunzi gave lectures.

With a pot of wine in his hand, Chen Feng continued to pit the third person.

This time it didn't work out.

Xunzi was very restrained. He drank three glasses and realized that he was about to get drunk, so he stopped and played the qin on the basis of his drunkenness.

This kind of demeanor is worthy of being a post saint.

"You didn't come here simply to study, right?"

Amidst the melodious sound of the qin, Xunzi spoke meaningfully.

"Master Xun clearly sees the autumn leaves, and when he comes down, he also wants to enjoy the scenery, relax his mind, understand the principles of heaven and earth, and explore the avenue of longevity."

Chen Feng looked at Gu Song and calmly looked at the natural scenery in the distance.

From Chen Feng, Xunzi saw the aura of independence from the world, and raised his eyes: "Oh, Longevity Avenue, are you a Taoist?"

"It doesn't count, what I have learned is quite complicated, and I use the strengths of hundreds of schools to seek my own way."

After all, Chen Feng didn't say his true purpose, and came for luck to change his aptitude.

A few words and a pot of wine completely dispelled Xunzi's suspicions, and Chen Feng settled down smoothly.

Here, he has established a lot of Confucian disciples, and the red envelopes he has drawn are not many, but the quality is very high.

"Ding, congratulations on winning the famous sword too."

"Ding, congratulations on winning the famous sword Hanguang."

"Ding, congratulations on winning the famous sword inverse scale."

Three famous swords appeared in his hands at the same time, if anyone saw it, they would be shocked on the spot.

He took out the inverse scales, and suddenly there was a strange rustling sound around him, which became eerie and terrifying.

Looking at the fierce beast pattern on the hilt, he smiled lightly and pulled it out with a little force.

Zheng!
In the crisp voice, a whole body blue-black, broken sword body appeared. This is a broken long sword that emits a faint light. Above the broken sword body, it exudes an extremely cold breath.

As soon as the sword came out, the light in the room dimmed instantly, and the black energy spread, covering the entire space, and a black figure appeared in the sword body, looking at him coldly.

This is the sword spirit of the reverse scale.

If it weren't for the things that were drawn by the red envelopes, they would carry his brand, and the sword spirit would probably attack him.

This sword spirit was originally the most powerful and most suitable undead among the previous owners of this sword, and it merged with this sword by chance.

"This thing is more advanced than the magic weapon. After all, the magic weapon will not have undead."

Chen Feng murmured that he didn't have much pressure on the coercion of the undead. With his mental power at the moment, this undead was not his opponent.

"How much wisdom do you have left?" Chen Feng said expressionlessly, but the latter did not respond much.

"It seems that there is only fierceness and instinct left. If it can be normal, it will be interesting."

He raised his hand and took out an unknown sword, ready to change the shape of Niscale.

As soon as this sword came out, the undead of the scales became hostile, and it seemed that they didn't like having the sword beside him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to strengthen it for you."

Chen Feng smiled meaningfully, he has a thousand refinements, and this sword falls into his hands, so he can naturally refine it as he wishes.

He stretched out his hand to hold it, and a terrifying will erupted, and the sword spirit of the reverse scale was like being held by a big hand.

He showed his unwillingness and killed him with his sword. The surrounding time and space seemed to stop. In fact, the sword spirit was directly attacking the soul.

In the world of thought, time is often different from reality, and under the shroud of the power of the reverse scale, Chen Fengwan feels like stepping into another world.

The world of the dead, the world of spirits.

Chen Feng calmly looked at the sword spirit that was attacking, his thoughts turned into a giant hand, he held it, and kept shrinking, suppressing the life back into the sword body.

The interior of the house regained light, as if the darkness just now was just an illusion.

Putting the two swords together, he used his magic to fuse the two swords.

The power of Divine Machine Hundred Refinements enveloped the sword body, but within a few breaths, the two swords were all invaded by the power and slowly merged.

This sword was changed in shape and became a new sword, but the imperfection of the reverse scales did not disappear, but turned into a dark color.

Even if the original owner of this sword came over, he would not recognize it. In the future, if he disposes of this sword, he does not have to worry about anything. No matter in this world or in the real world, there will be no problem.

when!
After flicking the blade, the crisp reverberating sound could be heard incessantly, and its own toughness was also improved.

"This inverse scale is quite special. You can carry it on your body to see if you can cultivate the undead. Maybe it can be a helper."

The hilts of the two swords were also fused, and this refining process was completely over. He put away the new sword and continued to change the shape of the Sharktooth, Tai'a, Hanguang and other swords.

In one month, he used his spare time to make some changes in the appearance of the relatively precious swords that he had drawn in the past two years.

Some swords will enter Xuan Ming's meritorious awards, attracting masters and motivating members, and some relatively ordinary swords will be sold in the real world.

"Brother Chen, why do you always like to carry this sword on your back recently?"

Han Fei glanced at the black long sword on Chen Feng's back in confusion.

(End of this chapter)