At midnight, the Nanfeng Assistant Office was no longer as busy as during the day, and disciple Curie was snoring everywhere.

Lu Qing's room was far cleaner, neater and more luxurious than Yang Ming's. At this time, she had just finished taking a shower, with her long hair down, kneeling on the hardwood bed, leaning her elbows on the window sill, holding her chin and looking up at the stars.

"Brother, are you okay over there..."

Confessing softly, confiding, tears slipped quietly.

Yang Ming's place was not noisy at all, it was even a bit scary.

Zhao Tianlei disappeared, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, but his relics fell to the ground, and Yang Ming was strengthening them one by one.

Although he wanted to kill Zhao Tianlei many times, now that Zhao Tianlei is really dead, he feels a little guilty again.

If you don't be cruel in this world, you will be the one who gets hurt!

While comforting himself in his heart, he inserted Zhao Tianlei's long sword into the strengthening furnace.

This is Zhao Tianlei's last relic. After it is strengthened, there will be no clues.

Qingfeng Sword Ninth Grade

arms.

Strengthening probability 25% (50%-25%)

Big success probability 1% (2%-1%)

Super successful 0.01% (0.02%-0.01%)

Strengthening...

5%

25%

50%

75%

100%

A flash of blue light!

"Oou, congratulations..."

Before Baby Baby finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Ming: "Come again!"

A flash of blue light!

"Ooo..."

Um?

Come again!

A flash of blue light!

"Europe......"

Um?!!

Come again!

A flash of blue light!

!!!!!!

In Yang Ming's heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.

I don’t want to be so European!

The light stays white when you want to succeed, and the light stays blue when you want to fail! Are you deliberately going against me?!

Looking at the shining green sword, Yang Ming was very confused.

Qingfeng sword fifth grade

arms.

Strengthening probability 5% (10%-5%)

High probability of success 1% (2%-1%)

Super success probability 0.01% (0.02%-0.01%)

Strengthening...

5%

Do you want to continue to strengthen it? This is a fifth-grade sword!

The style of the sword has not changed at all, but the word "天雷" is clearly printed on the sword's spine. Even if the grade of such a sword has changed, it's still hard to explain!

"As long as you hide it well and find a black market to sell it, it should be fine, right?"

"No, Yang Ming, you can't be greedy for this small advantage. If you are discovered, it will be over. Don't lose the big for the small!"

After hesitation, Yang Ming decided to look at God's will!

"If we do it again, it will be destroyed or left to God's will!"

Infused with spiritual energy, Yang Ming simply closed his eyes and refused to look. He didn't want to see such a fortune destroyed in his own hands.

But when the strengthening progress reached 90%, he couldn't help but squint and look at it.

95%

Yang Ming could clearly hear his heartbeat.

100%

A flash of golden light!

Damn it!

Yang Ming felt like he was suffocating!

The golden light that has been calling for so many days has not come, and today it suddenly came without calling it! Damn it, my tooth hurts!

Qingfeng Sword 2nd Grade

arms.

Strengthening probability 1% (2%-1%)

High probability of success 1% (2%-1%)

Super success probability 0.01% (0.02%-0.01%)

Strengthening...

5%

Yang Ming held the sword, the blue light was soft and restrained, no longer as radiant as before, but there seemed to be a violent force inside that was ready to move.

What is the concept of a second-grade sword?

The Qinghe Sect only has one, and it is said to be the famous magical weapon of the first Jade Sword Master in the sword hall.

For five minutes, Yang Ming's head was still buzzing.

"What should I do?"

Yang Ming felt that his current situation was like a three-year-old child dragging a sack of hundred-dollar bills down a dark alley. As long as someone found out, his life would be in danger.

"Oh, the common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a treasure. It's over, it's over! I'm so scared, help me, help me!" The baby's voice suddenly came out, startling Yang Ming.

"Little spittoon, you did it on purpose, didn't you?!" Yang Ming asked.

"You really turned your back on the fortified furnace! If it weren't for me, little darling, you would have been beaten to death by the fat man!"

Yang Ming was choked, but still looked at the strengthening furnace in confusion.

"Don't doubt me. I can only change the probability according to my mood. As for success or failure, that is your own luck. However, it was really thrilling just now. I am already thinking about what kind of master I will change next time!"

Yang Ming sighed secretly, God will not kill me, but what should I do with this sword?

"Would you like to dig a hole and bury it?" the baby voice prompted.

"Good idea, I think so too!" Yang Ming did as he said, moved the bed and started digging a hole.

"Oh, I suddenly thought of something."

"We'll talk about it later, I'm busy!"

He dug a hole seven feet long and two feet deep, put the sword in and measured it, "It's just right. What were you going to say?"

"Oh, I mean, a few sword cultivators passed by nearby a few days ago."

"The top of the South Peak is the Sword Hall. Sword cultivators come in and out every day. Isn't it normal for a few sword cultivators to come here?"

"It's normal, but a sword is to a sword cultivator just like a bone is to a dog. For a slightly more powerful sword cultivator, they can easily sense it even if you dig three feet into the ground."

"You...you are teasing me on purpose, right?"

"It's your own idea to dig a hole."

"You..." Yang Ming was frustrated again, "Then do you have any ideas?"

"That's natural!" Baby Sound was very proud, "But I didn't tell you, who told you to call me that just now! I'm very - angry - right now!"

The situation was urgent, and Yang Ming was really worried that some blind swordsman would come out to relax late at night, so he had to give in: "I have no choice, come on, little baby, don't be angry, tell me what you can do?"

"Hey, call me a spittoon when you don't need it, and call me a baby when you need it!" Baby Voice mocked.

Yang Ming always thought it sounded strange, but now that he was asking for help, he could only accept it.

"Forget it, I have a lot of treasure, so I won't argue with you this time. I can lend you three inches of space, but you must agree to a few conditions."

"Three inches of space? What is it?" Yang Ming was a little curious.

"A three-inch extra-dimensional space."

"What's the use of three inches! At least it has to be three inches flat!"

"Feel it for yourself! Inject spiritual power, the spell is, little baby, open the door!"

Yang Ming was speechless, but he still followed the instructions, injected spiritual power into the strengthening furnace, and said: "Baby, open the door!"

There is no change in the strengthening furnace, and there is no change in Yang Ming's movements, but the surrounding space has completely changed!

There is a blue sky, pure white clouds, a small lake, and a small wooden house in the middle of the lake. Looking around, there is an endless sea of ​​flowers, and the fragrance of flowers comes from it.

"So beautiful!" Yang Ming couldn't help but sigh.

The spiritual power in his hand continued to be consumed. As soon as Yang Ming stopped, the whole world disappeared again and returned to its original appearance.

"What did I think it was? It's just a storage space. Tell me, what are your conditions?" Yang Ming was afraid that the other party would ask for a high price, so he pretended to be a seasoned haggler.

"First, don't call me spittoon!"

"This is no problem!"

"Second, you have to take me with you wherever you go from now on!"

"Well, that's not good. Last time I took you to dinner, everyone thought I was crazy!"

"If you don't want to, pull him down! Negotiation failed!"

"No, just take it with you!"

"Third, third...I haven't thought about it yet. I'll talk about it later!"

"If this doesn't work, then if you ask me to commit suicide in the future, I won't agree!"

"If you don't want to be pulled down, the negotiation will fail!"

"No, these are all overlord clauses. How can there be any spirit of contract? I can agree to the third condition, but at most I will only lose some benefits. You can't cause harm to me, nor can you hurt my relatives and friends! If you don't agree again,

, I would rather strengthen this sword!"

"Okay! I accept it, put the things in, a swordsman is coming over."

Yang Ming didn't know if the strengthening furnace was trying to scare him, but for safety reasons, he still opened a three-inch space and threw the sword in.

A sword whistle came from low in the sky, it was the sound of Jianxiu wielding his sword.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open again.

Everyone likes to kick in the door. Yang Ming cursed in his heart. In the future, he will build an iron door with barbs on it to see who dares to kick it!

The person who came was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple and had a scar on his forehead. He said, "I am looking for a thief. Did you see anyone or hear any noise?"

"I just fell asleep and didn't notice anything..."

"Trash!" the visitor cursed, turned around and walked away with his sword.

"Are you...sick?!"

Of course, Yang Ming only dared to curse when he saw the other party go away. These outer disciples never took the servants seriously. If they were not chasing the thieves, they might even give Yang Ming a big mouth.

.

"What a bastard!"
Chapter completed!