Beifeng was standing outside the hall at this moment. Many people looked at Beifeng strangely, shook their heads and sighed. They were also disciples who were pitted by the terracotta deacon.

"Haha, finally someone is with us. What kind of wǔqì has this forged for you, this master, the Terracotta Warrior?"

I was gratefully told to the disciples who had been casting the two sledgehammers by the Deacon of the Terracotta Army.

"The Terracotta Deacon is really strong, but it's too selfish. I just want to build our favorite weapon, and we don't follow our opinions at all."

The good looks on the other side, the female disciples who looked weak also approached, and finally found someone who could vomit bitter water to each other.

女 The weapon of this female disciple was trained by a deacon of the Terracotta Army to become a large disciple of kǎndāo.

A good appearance, the wǔqì of a weak female disciple is actually a big kǎndāo, which also makes many disciples laugh in secret.

"Oh, you said that the Detectives of the Terracotta Warriors were too selfish and did not follow your wishes, but are you really right?"

Bei Beifeng watched the two step forward, and then asked back.

"Isn't it like that for the Terracotta Deacon? What I wanted was a spear, which turned into two hammers."

没 "Yes, if it wasn't for the deacon of the Terracotta Army, and the materials needed to cast the weapon exhausted my contribution, I would have replaced this knife."

The female disciples aside were a little bit angry.

既然 "In this case, you can sell this knife to me, I will give you how much you contributed."

Bei Beifeng raised a brow and said to the female disciple.

"really?"

The female disciple was very pleasantly surprised, and then said nothing to take out her sturdy big kǎndāo, hold it in her hand, and then pass it to the north wind.

I do not know why, after holding this sturdy big kǎndāo, an inexplicable heart came to my mind, the female disciple hesitated, and her eyes flashed confused.

尽管 "Although this kǎndāo is not good-looking, maybe it has been used for a long time, I still don't change it."

The female disciple was tangled, on the one hand, she wanted to replace the sturdy kǎndāo, on the other hand, she was upset, and for a long time, the female disciple smiled on her face, and after a gift to Beifeng, she drifted away. .

Bei Beifeng smiled, and then shrank into an inch, turning his body into a ghost.

I left the male disciple stroking a pair of sledgehammers, with a pensive look on his face.

Beifeng returned to his courtyard, holding the newborn shark-toothed sword, and his heart rose to love.

既然 "Since you're new, it's not appropriate to call shark teeth again, from now on you'll be called black scale!"

Bei Beifeng couldn't help but play with the black scale sword, stroking the black scale sword body and muttering to himself.

"Om!"

The black scale sword fluttered, as if responding.

Beifeng did not use elemental power and physical strength, and the white palm flicked the blade of the black scale sword.

Wu Feng's incomparable blade did not hurt the north wind in the slightest.

I am not saying that Beifeng's body is strong enough that the black scale sword cannot be damaged, nor is it that the black scale sword is not sharp enough.

But the magic soldiers have spirits and will not hurt the north wind.

Beifeng holds the black scale sword, and white wins the snow, like a peerless sword fairy.

He did not use the slightest power. Beifeng, like an ordinary person, was holding a black scale sword and dancing in the courtyard.

"嗖!"

"Tear!"

The lights of the sword flickered, the blades cut through the space, and leaves fell in the courtyard.

Liangjiu the north wind stopped, the picture seemed to freeze in this scene, and then it suddenly broke! Numerous leaves falling with the north wind trembled and turned into countless tiny powders!

The tadpole merely meant the sharpness of the black scale sword, and shattered the leaves.

There are countless deep sword marks emerging on the ground!

The north wind exhaled, and after a thought, the black scale sword disappeared.

Inside the urn, a black-scale sword is floating in the dantian of the north wind, spitting its strength.

After each strand of elemental force entered the black scale sword body and then came out, it reduced the number by half, and carried a faint sense of sharpness.

"Deserves to be a master of refiners. This black-scale sword actually has the effect of purifying the elemental power. Although it doesn't do much to me, the sharp sense of contamination on the elementary power is pretty good."

Beifeng's mental strength investigated the changes in his body and nodded secretly.

Yuan's own power is already extremely pure. There are few items in the world that can purify her own power. The black scale sword is obviously not in this list.

But this is for the north wind, the purification effect of the black scale sword on some warriors can be described as terrifying effect.

"A good sword is enough to increase my combat power by one point. I can't wait to try the edge of the black scale sword!"

There was a strong sense of warfare in Beibei's eyes, and the black scale sword that was being nurtured in Dan Tian also erupted into a towering sword spirit!

Time passed day by day, the north wind never went out, staying in the city.

The black scale sword in the body of the cricket also swallowed a large amount of power during this time, making the sword stronger!

At this moment, the whole look of Beifeng is like a sharp peerless soldier!

Contains towering sword spirit, terrifying!

In this period, not only the black scale sword is warmed up, but also the small world in the body has reached its peak because of the benefits of absorbing that huge shellfish, and it takes a little time to make the small world perfect!

It is not so easy to know that the small world is perfect. Many small worlds of warriors who have broken into the imperial realm for hundreds of years are only in the medium term, far away.

Far from perfect.

"Small world is as short as three months, and as long as half a year, it will reach perfection, and my peerless picture will be on the agenda."

Beifeng said to himself.

Before writing your own peerless picture, the most important thing is resources!

Now some of the treasures in my own hands are not enough to support Beifeng to compose his own picture!

Yes, Beifeng already has an idea for his peerless picture scroll ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ And it is not written as little as the rest of the warriors.

One step in place requires deep knowledge of the warrior, and sufficient resources to support this horrible consumption!

Beifeng needs to prepare the required resources as soon as possible, or once half of the retreat is written and found that the resources are not enough, it will be ruined!

It is actually the most secure to write your own peerless picture with a little spirit, and you can stop at any time.

But if I want to step into the sky in one step, there is a slight error halfway, that is, my previous work is exhausted.

There can only be more resources, not less!

The resources that Beifeng has at this time are far from enough to compose a peerless picture.

"It's time to huódòng!"

Bei Beifeng got up from the futon, huódòng looked at his bones and looked away.

During the period when Beifeng Wenyang raised the Blackscale Sword, tens of thousands of disciples and deacons etc. frequently came with good news.

Three large-scale spiritual stone veins were found, and the spiritual stones stored in each vein are converted to jípǐn.

This is a horrible number. The hundreds of millions of jípǐn spirit stones are comparable to the millions of contribution points of eternal Tianzong!

Although you can't exchange spirit stones for contribution points, you can't say that spirit stones are useless. Hundreds of millions of jípǐn spirit stones are a terrible wealth!