"Old man!"

Ye Feng exclaimed and was about to go up to save the person.

But he was stopped by several seniors.

"He is not a monk, and his life span has already reached its end, and he is supported by one breath."

"If there is no spirituality, it is difficult to achieve a divine weapon, and he wants to give it spirituality to the divine weapon."

"This is his destination and his wish, and we should not stop it."

The monk explained in a complicated expression.

Ye Feng was slightly stunned and then stopped.

The flames of the stove instantly swallowed the old blacksmith.

A series of strange chirping came from the stove.

It seems like a new creature was born.

Not long after.

The blue flames in the stove gradually dimmed.

The temperature inside the house also began to drop rapidly.

Finally, the walls were covered with frost and snow-white.

If it weren't for the strong cultivation of a few people, I'd probably not be able to withstand this cold air.

"This breath...it seems that this magic weapon is absolutely extraordinary!"

Thor said with a flashing eyes.

call out!

It was at this moment.

A ray of light suddenly rose from the stove.

Come straight to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's expression moved, and he raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

A long sword shone with a cold light in front of him.

"It's done!"

Eight strong men, their eyes are extremely bright.

"Young Master, use your essence and blood to activate the magic weapon."

"The magic weapon has spirits, and only follows one person in his life."

The monk said hurriedly.

Ye Feng hurriedly bit his middle finger and dripped blood on it.

An extremely familiar feeling came to my heart.

It was like this magic weapon turned into a part of his body.

Just one thought can activate the magic weapon.

"Young Master, try the power!"

Feng Shen rubbed his palm and said, looking a little excited.

"go!"

Ye Feng's true energy poured into the divine weapon. With a thought, the divine weapon flew out.

boom!

The entire earth is shaking.

Snowflakes and dust were flying all over the sky, and cracks on the ground spread like spiders' webs.

"this……"

The eight strong men looked at the scene in shock.

"With this magic weapon helping you, why worry about killing a powerful enemy!"

The monk laughed and said.

"Young Master, give the divine weapon a name!"

Feng Shen smiled.

Ye Feng's expression moved.

"The sword energy is insufficiency and unrestrained, and the temperament is cold and noble, so call it Ziwei!"

After saying that, he looked into the distance.

"For my father, I hope you can protect your mother like a Ziwei sword."

at the same time.

The Ye family, the capital, thousands of miles away.

The baby in Xia Wanqiu's arms suddenly giggled.

"dad……"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, he actually spit out two words in a slight voice.

It was just a month old that I could speak, and this was really a miracle.

Aside.

Han Xueyi slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister Xueyi, you should have a safe confinement period."

"Cultivation is not something that can happen overnight."

Jiang Ruowei hurriedly persuaded her.

Han Xueyi shook her head slowly.

"He will go away from us one day."

"What we can do is follow his footsteps, and we cannot be a burden to him."

Jiang Ruowei was stunned for a moment and her expression became solemn.

At night.

The night sky in the north was illuminated by war.

The Yan Kingdom's legion went to war with the Alliance Army.

This time there was no test, and one meeting was convenient for both to have casualties.

Various heavy weapons were on the field and the battle was fierce.

Above the Holy Mountain of the North Pole.

Haydn stood with his hands behind his back, standing above the cliff, overlooking the entire Arctic.

"Master, will that kid not come?"

"With the strength of us, what's the difficulty of flattening the Yan Kingdom?"

A middle-aged man said respectfully behind him.

The other disciples nodded repeatedly.

Although the Yan Kingdom is powerful, how can it withstand the siege of the powerful men of the thirty-six countries?

But Haydn sighed and shook his head.

"Yan Country is not as unbearable as you think, don't underestimate Ye Tianlin."

Although he said this, the disciples behind him looked very disdainful.

"Your master is right!"

Haruna came slowly.

"Saint Master!"

Several disciples hurriedly saluted.

Among the many powerful people, in terms of strength, Haydn is the female saint of Sakura Kingdom.

"I heard that Ye Tianlin left eight masters, and this battle is dangerous and unpredictable!"

Haruna sighed.

But Haydn showed a sinister look.
To be continued...