Wu Yunlu was nervous because he really didn't have many spirit stones.

In his tightly covered his arms, there were only a few more than twenty spirit stones in the shriveled cloth bag, which was far from enough to buy a flying sword... You know, he spent fifty spirit stones to buy this worn and dull second-hand flying sword from a senior brother!

In the nearest Gutong City Treasure Pavilion, a brand new low-level magic weapon flying sword requires at least one hundred spirit stones.

And that is the worst, better low-level flying swords, three or five hundred spirit stones, and it is normal.

So Wu Yunlu didn't have much expectation, that is, he just wanted to try his luck... After all, everyone is on the same front line and has a common enemy, so he can barely be considered a comrade-in-arms. And the other party was also staying in the territory of Chongyang Sect, perhaps because of this, it would be cheaper?

However, when he came to the remote courtyard, he was still ruthlessly hit.

The sound of metal knocking in the courtyard was very crisp, and there was a striking wooden sign hanging on the wall next to the courtyard gate with a line of large words on it:

"Sell low-level magic weapons - fifty spirit stones each!"

"Uh..." Wu Yunlu looked at the lines of words, feeling complicated, and was filled with sadness and joy.

What’s good is that the price given by the other party is really much cheaper than that outside! What’s sad is that this price is still beyond Wu Yunlu’s ability to bear.

"I want to buy a flying sword for more than twenty spirit stones. It seems that I am really delusional." Wu Yunlu sighed, smiled mockingly, and then raised his foot and planned to leave. However, his feet had already been lifted up, and hesitated for a while, but he still stepped into the threshold of the courtyard unwillingly.

"Well, disturb me." Wu Yunlu looked at the hammer-swinging figure in the courtyard and spoke embarrassedly, "My flying sword is broken. I want to buy a flying sword, but I don't have enough spirit stones. Look... can I be able to blend it?"

"Then how many spirit stones do you have?" The figure swinging the hammer was Huang Badger. He stopped and took the opportunity to wipe his sweat, and said in confusion.

"Twenty-two..."

After Wu Yunlu said this, his face became hot. This little spirit stone was not enough for half of what others wanted!

"That won't work." Huang Yao shook his head immediately. Just kidding, he didn't know the price of low-level magic weapons outside, the price he gave was already very low!

If you lower the price, you may not be enough to earn that little bit of spirit stone. Even the time saved by using spirit stones is not enough to make up for the time spent in forging metals and refining magic weapons! In that case, Brother Badger would rather be honestly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air and simply not using any spirit stones.

"Oh, I'm disturbing." Wu Yunlu lowered his head expectantly and turned around and left in depression.

"Wait!" Huang Badger suddenly spoke.

Wu Yunlu was stunned and turned around.

"Aren't you the disciple of Chongyang Sect who was struck by the mantid's flying sword with several gaps when defending the city?" Brother Badger vaguely remembered something.

His own flying sword was also cut into a gap at that time, so he naturally had a little impression.

"Give me your flying sword and I'll repair it directly for you, and there are only twenty-two spirit stones." Brother Badger grinned.

"Repair?" Wu Yunlu was stunned, and his eyes lit up, "Can it be repaired? And only twenty-two spirit stones? Then... how much can it be repaired?"

"Of course it's repaired, just like the new one." Brother Badger rolled his eyes.

"Really?" Wu Yunlu shouted in surprise, "That's great! Thank you, thank you so much!"

"No thanks, I'll give the spirit stone first."

“…”

...

The yellow badger took a red and worn flying sword from Wu Yunlu's hand.

It can be seen that this flying sword has been used for a long time. There are many scratches left by battle on the originally smooth and flat surface, and the sharp edges have become dull. The most conspicuous one is the several brand new gaps on it! Each one is as big as a thumbnail, which even causes cracks like tree roots on the sword next to it.

If it is so bad, of course it will affect the operation of the immortal power. It is considered light when it is spiritual or not, and it is good to be able to fly.

Huang Yao said that he could practice, so naturally the method of repair was recorded in the "Hundred Refinings and True Explanations" given to him by Zong Kui.

In fact, low-level magic weapons are the simplest magic weapons. They are nothing more than refining metals to remove impurities, then forging out a specific shape, and finally quenching it with immortal power. Therefore, the repair of low-level magic weapons is also very simple - reforging the shape and re-quening it.

After the yellow badger looked at it casually, he threw the red flying sword into the refining furnace, burned until it was red, then clamped it out with tongs and placed it on the anvil, swung the big hammer and smashed it!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Amid the crisp sound of metal collision, the red magic weapon flying sword began to slowly deform.

The yellow badger's long-handled black hammer was taken from the Huoyun Cliff of Gu Que Zong. It is also a magic weapon, and it was imitated according to Zong Kui's black hammer, which is suitable for refining weapons! Although the yellow badger has not refined magic weapons much, the red flying sword itself has a shape. All he has to do is to smash the gaps and scratches on the original basis, which is not too difficult.

Even so, the yellow badger still had a skewed shape several times, so anxious that he was sweating profusely and scratched his head. Wu Yunlu was next to him, and he was frightened to see it, and he stopped talking again and again.

"alright!"

Finally, the yellow badger felt that he had almost smashed it, so he threw away the big black hammer. Then he quickly clamped the flying sword with his tongs and threw it into the refining furnace to start the final refining of immortal power.

The immortal power gradually merged with the flying sword under the high temperature, and then the yellow badger suddenly took it out and threw it into the quenching pool!

He does not have the cold liquid that is specially quenched like Zong Kui. The pool is just cold well water, but it is enough to quench the low-level magic weapon.

"Che..." The white mist rose.

Wu Yunlu's expression was a little nervous. The yellow badger seemed careless and confident, but in fact he was also joking in his heart and using tools to fish out the cooled magic weapon from the pool water.

Dingdang!

The flying sword fell on the anvil, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

"This..." Wu Yunlu was shocked.

Huang Yao also opened his mouth wide, and after a while, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Wow, I'm really a genius in refining weapons!"

A red sword.

Wu Yunlu's original flying sword was a type with a thicker blade and a wider blade, and it looked powerful and heavy. The red sword in front of him was a circle smaller! The length did not change much, but the sword body became narrower and thinner, and from a wide sword to a narrow and long thin sword.

Perhaps it was because there were gaps on both sides of the sword body, or perhaps it was because the yellow badger's technique was too bad, and the knocking was crooked. In short, the final flying sword had a slightly snake-shaped curve on the blades on both sides, and it looked like wavy lines. At first glance, it looked quite beautiful!

Because it was hit on the original flying sword, although the edges were twisted, the overall shape was still straight. The slender and bright red sword body, all the battle marks on the surface disappeared, becoming smooth and flat again, and even reflecting against the sun.
Chapter completed!