Changsheng didn't know why, so he followed Zhuang Mayfly's line of sight and saw the silver object inlaid in Hateful Farewell, which was originally a silver hairpin but later melted by itself, and he looked astonished.
"It turns out this is called Guanghansha."
Grandpa is really a lucky man, and he can find good things whenever he touches it. But Chang Sheng then thought of Grandpa Gu’s ups and downs in his life, and for a moment he really didn’t know if grandpa was lucky.
Although I don’t know what ‘Guanghan Sand’ is, the fact that the well-informed Senior Mayfly can show such an expression is enough to explain a lot of problems.
Zhuang Mayfly nodded heavily, his expression full of excitement.
"'Guanghan Sand' is a very rare spiritual mineral. Ordinary 'Guanghan Sand' is just some scattered particles, which need to be refined by a refiner before it can be used. I have never seen it gather into a group by itself so far.
'Guanghan Sand'. It must have gone through a long, long time to become like this and come to you. Of course, scarcity is not the point. The point is that 'Guanghan Sand' has strong plasticity, and after being integrated into weapons,
Weapons can be gradually upgraded with experience."
"There are nine levels of spiritual weapons used by monks from low to high, from Grade 1 to Grade 9. Originally, monks would need to replace their spiritual weapons after a period of time, which not only consumes money and effort, but also makes it difficult to cultivate the tacit understanding of the spiritual weapons.
Lost. But the spiritual weapon added to 'Guanghan Sand' is different. Before reaching the upper limit of Guanghan Sand, the spiritual weapon can be upgraded with the owner. Changsheng, do you think there is anything wrong with this spiritual sword?
The same place?”
What's different?
Chang Sheng took one look at Haha and felt a little hesitant.
"I thought it seemed to have become smaller before..."
"That's it."
Zhuang Mayfly was rarely excited. Different from the gentleness in the past, his eyes were shining with excitement. It seemed that all monks had the same obsessed attitude towards spiritual weapons.
"That's 'Guanghansha' tempering himself."
Seeing Chang Sheng's farewell, Zhuang Yufeng was a little hesitant, but Chang Sheng said that she didn't care, so she spoke softly.
"Your sword itself is made of ordinary iron, with a lot of impurities. Putting so much Guanghan sand on top of the ordinary iron is really a bit..."
Zhuang Yufeng did not continue, because she had already known Changsheng's attitude towards the knife. She did not continue to say those two words at this time, but said the most likely result.
"Generally speaking, although the spiritual weapon will be damaged after a battle, it will not be as obvious as your long knife. Under the action of Guanghan Sand, your long knife continues to expel impurities and is constantly concentrated and pure. It is very
It is possible that this knife will become smaller and smaller."
It might even disappear directly. In fact, according to Zhuang Yufeng, Changsheng could choose another spiritual weapon before then, which would be better than this ordinary iron sword anyway. But she also saw Changsheng's expression, so she probably wouldn't agree to it.
Sure enough, Changsheng caressed the handle of the knife that she had parted with. She would never change this knife no matter what. Because it was passed down from her grandfather and was sacrificed by her friend Xue Jin, it has become the most precious treasure in her life.
How could it be discarded?
After being comforted, Xinbieli let out a clear and clear sword cry. There was a cold sword energy in the sound, but after careful consideration, there was actually a sword energy as warm as spring in the cold sword energy. This even confused Zhuang Mayfly.
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It seems that this little immortal friend really has a lot of great things that he doesn't know about.
Looking at Changsheng, Zhuang Yufeng smiled sincerely, and then sincerely invited her.
"Is it better to live here for a longer time? I know a thing or two about weapon refining, and I can help you make your spiritual sword stronger and stronger. And your golden sword, do you want to blend it in too?"
Facing the sincere eyes of Zhuang Yufeng and the entire secret realm demon cultivators, Changsheng did not hesitate for long and quickly agreed.
However, Changsheng, who thought she only needed a period of rest, never expected that she would stay in this picturesque secret realm for such a long time.
Spring goes to the east and another autumn comes, and time moves forward quietly, never stopping. Seven years of time flowed by in such a hurry.
Tiange Secret Realm is still the same as before, full of spiritual energy, countless spiritual objects, and as beautiful as picturesque.
Xiao Li and others who finally remembered that they gave the secret realm a name have not changed much. After all, they are all demon cultivators, and a mere seven years is nothing to them. Even Zhuang Mayfly has not changed much, since seven years ago
After successfully overcoming the tribulation, her body returned to its best condition before the injury. Not only was she still so young, but her energy and spirit were completely different from before.
The only obvious change is probably immortality.
Zhuang Mayfly had finished his cultivation at this moment, but when he came out to relax, he couldn't find Changsheng, so he asked Chongming who happened to be passing by.
A bright smile appeared on Chongming's face, and then he shook his head.
"I don't know where Changsheng went, Lord Mayfly, shall I go look for it?"
"No, no need, you go and do your work, I'll go take a look."
Zhuang Mayfly found a direction and walked over. In fact, if she really wanted to find immortality, she only needed to use her spiritual consciousness. After all, she had been in this Tiange secret realm for seventy or eighty years, how could she not be familiar with it?
After walking along this trail for a long time, Zhuang Yufeng finally saw that familiar shadow under a peach blossom tree.
The man looked unattractive, but the eyes that were exposed as he moved around were particularly beautiful. Changsheng didn't often look directly at others, and he was a bit silent, but if you look directly at those eyes, you would find that there was something hidden under the silent appearance.
How dazzling that radiant soul is.
The scars on Changsheng's face are still there. It's strange to say that a lot of things have happened to Changsheng's body over the years, but these scars have not faded. I don't know who caused them, but they can remain for so many years.
Speaking of which, Changsheng has been here for seven years, right? Now Changsheng is a fifteen-year-old girl. It's a pity that she was probably born with deficiencies in her mother's womb. Although she is much taller than before, she is still thin. To be honest
, Changsheng is not as exquisite as those little girls with pink and jade carvings, but Zhuang Mayfly just looks pleasing to the eye and feels cute no matter how she looks at it. Maybe this is beauty in the eye of the beholder. As an elder, looking at such a longevity,
Zhuang Yufei was only happy in her heart. Because she knew clearly how bad the situation was before Changsheng. The reason why she was like this now was because Xiaoli and the others spared no effort to pile up a lot of elixirs.
At this time, Changsheng was dancing his sword under the tree. Looking at his sword moves, he saw that it was the self-made Xiangdui Snow. When Xiangdui Snow was played, it was colorful and beautiful, and there was also a peach blossom forest full of pink peach blossoms.
Zhuang Yufeng looked at each other for a while, and felt that her long-standing stalemate was a little loose. She had been in the integration stage for seven years. Due to the accumulation of the previous seventy years, she could have moved towards the out-of-body stage, but for some reason she was stuck.