The Spirit Race was once the existence of Tianqing in thousands of worlds.
And the leader of the Spirit Clan, Ling Yuan, is even more a feared boss.
It's just that thousands of years ago, the Spirit Race suddenly disappeared among thousands of worlds, and no one knew where the Spirit Race went.
Looking at the map in front of him, Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with a smile: "Xiao Luo, not only have you broken through to the realm of transformation into gods, but you have also understood the sword intention. You can go down the mountain to practice and combine this treasure of Lingyuan with the spirit clan.
Bring the inheritance back to me."
"Yes, ancestor."
Luo Qingcheng bowed at ninety degrees and said respectfully.
At the same time, she felt a little excited in her heart. Luo Qingcheng had long been eager to try her own strength.
Only by constantly fighting can you become stronger!
After experiencing the experience of life and death, you will not become a flower in the greenhouse.
At this point, Luo Qingcheng is nothing like Chen Xuan who just wants to eat salted fish.
Looking at Luo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes shining with eagerness to try.
Chen Xuan smiled indifferently. Compared with his descendants, he seemed to be a little salty.
"Xiao Luo, I don't have anything to give you when you come down the mountain this time. Since you have understood the meaning of the sword, how about I give you a sword?"
Chen Xuan asked with a smile.
Sword intent is relatively expensive, and ordinary swords will definitely not work.
After all, he is his descendant, so it's a bit unsatisfactory not to have decent weapons.
Hearing this, Luo Qingcheng's eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly.
She has long wanted to change to a long sword!
The sword in his hand now is just a mysterious weapon. Luo Qingcheng could feel that with the blessing of the Great Sun Divine Fire and the Emperor's Scripture, a mysterious sword would not work at all.
Not to mention that he now understands the meaning of the sword.
Chen Xuan smiled lightly and waved his hand casually, and a gap suddenly opened in the ground.
The entire narrow escape realm began to tremble.
There is a great potential for the world to collapse!
Luo Qingcheng looked at Chen Xuan with round eyes, full of doubts in her heart.
What does your ancestor want to do?
Is he going to destroy Hongmeng Continent?
The next moment, the aura of the most powerful Dao Emperor burst out from the ground!
A three-meter-tall giant covered in lava appeared in front of Luo Qingcheng.
Luo Qingcheng was stunned on the spot.
There is actually a powerful Dao Emperor here!
And this breath... is so terrifying!
Standing in front of the giant, Luo Qingcheng felt as small as an ant.
"Master, what did you call me for?"
The giant knelt on one knee and said in a dull voice.
This simple sentence made Luo Qingcheng's soul tremble.
Chen Xuan smiled calmly and said: "Weapon Refiner, my descendants need a sword. How long will it take for you to make it?"
The giant in front of him is half of Chen Xuan's servant.
It was originally rewarded to him by the system.
As for why we say half servants, it’s just because they are similar to NPCs in the game.
A weapon refiner like this one can only refine weapons, but not fight.
The same is true for others.
Otherwise, Chen Xuan wouldn't have cultivated so many great monsters.
"Master, three days is enough."
The weapon refiner's voice sounded like thunder.
Looking at the lost Luo Qingcheng, Chen Xuan snapped his fingers and she came back to her senses.
Luo Qingcheng murmured: "How scary!"
Just hearing what the other party said made her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.
His whole body was already wet with cold sweat.
Gulu.
Luo Qingcheng swallowed hard and glanced at Chen Xuan unconsciously.
How many secrets does your ancestor still have?
Why do you even have such a strong person under your command?
It's simply too scary.
"Xiao Luo, tell him about the weapon you want to refine, and you can go with the refiner."
Chen Xuan looked at Luo Qingcheng and said.
"Yes, ancestor."
Luo Qingcheng bowed and said respectfully.
The next moment, the realm of Nine Deaths began to shake again, and Luo Qingcheng followed the weapon refiner back underground and disappeared.
Chen Xuan stretched himself out very lazily, appeared on the stone chair in an instant, and continued to live his leisurely salty life.
Weng Baiyu stood behind Chen Xuan with a look of discomfort on his face.
The master is simply amazing...
He thought he was half a Tao Emperor and was complacent, but it turned out that his master actually had other powerful Tao Emperors in his hands.
"It seems that I have to work hard to practice, so that I can catch up with my master's footsteps."
Weng Baiyun thought to himself.
If he were to know that there are many NPCs like Weapon Refiner Chen Xuan, would Weng Baiyun spit out a mouthful of old blood?
…
Three days is just a snap of the fingers for a cultivator.
During this period, Chen Daoran and his teacher Gu Yong had returned to the realm of Nine Deaths.
The first thing Chen Daoran did when he came back was to make enough reserves.
The body is covered with wine gourds, and there are countless rare spiritual treasures in the storage ring.
Looking at Chen Daoran who was giggling in front of him, Chen Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to him.
During the three days when Luo Qingcheng was away, Chen Xuan was really miserable.
Gu Yong and Weng Baiyu, two bad old men, can make a fool of themselves when cooking.
And his and his descendant Chen Daoran’s cooking skills are not as good as those two bad old men?
It has simply reached a level that is unpalatable.
In Chen Xuan's words, even if it is boiled with water, it tastes better than the three of them.
Helpless, the four old men had no choice but to live by eating.
"Xiao Chenzi, now you believe me, ancestor. If you still want the fire stick, just give it back to me."
Chen Xuan took a bite of the water spirit melon in his hand and said with a half-smile.
"hey-hey."
Chen Daoran chuckled, took two steps back, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "Yes, of course, this is the first gift you gave me, ancestor, how could I not want it? I would have to give it back, right?"
Does it hurt your old heart? Although it is just a fire stick, it is the love you have for me. Even if it is a hair given to me by my ancestor, I will keep it well!"
Oh, such an emotional tone and heart-touching words.
Chen Xuan almost believed him.
"Okay, ancestor, I will give you a hair. I originally wanted to give you a peerless weapon."
As he spoke, a strand of Chen Xuan's hair appeared on Chen Daoran's index finger and merged with him.
Chen Daoran froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his mouth slightly opened and no words came out.
"Old Ancestor, are you saying that you want to give me a peerless artifact?"
Chen Daoran swallowed.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
I'll be a good boy!
What an artifact!
Ancestor's fire stick is so powerful, isn't that magical weapon...
"Ancestor, I want it!"
Chen Daoran shouted loudly.
Chen Xuan smiled indifferently, and instantly took out a cup of Yuquan Divine Brew in his hand: "What do you want?
Ancestor, didn’t I just reward you with a hair?”
What does Xiao Chenzi mean?
Do you want to become bald?
Chen Daoran burst into tears and slapped his mouth hard.
Now his intestines are full of regret!
Why do you keep talking so much?
Just when Chen Daoran was about to give in, the cloudless sky suddenly turned dark.
Suddenly there was thunder and heavy rain came.
"What's going on here?"
Chen Daoran murmured in confusion.
The next moment, Weng Baiyu and Gu Yong appeared beside Chen Xuan, and all three of them looked up to the sky.