The strength of each of the six hall masters of Shengxiu Academy is above that of Martial King, and Xuanyuan Jing and Xiling Junzheng, the oldest ones, are even Martial King.
And Emperor Wu is not far away from Wu Po Vukong.
Yan Xiang took the fireball formed by the fusion of two different fires from Ling Luo's hand and used it for his own use. At the same time, he increased the firepower and continuously tempered the impurities in the Feather Spirit Stone. The spiritual fluid became more and more refined.
Pure, more and more concentrated.
After about a quarter of an hour, the volume of the fist-sized spiritual liquid in the center of the flame had shrunk by half.
Ling Luo's eyes widened.
This was the first time she saw a master-level person refining weapons.
Yan Xiang's strength deeply shocked her.
Yan Xiang traced the shape of the luminous cup bit by bit in his mind, and at the same time forged it in the strange fire.
Another half hour passed, and the strange fire gradually dissipated, and two pairs of light orange luminous cups lay in Yan Xiang's hand.
"It's done."
The corners of Yan Xiang's lips curved up with a hint of satisfaction, and his eyes were filled with joy.
Xiling Yunqin stretched out her hand and gently touched the pair of feather spirit luminous cups in her husband's hands, and couldn't help but admired: "The seventh-grade high-grade feather spirit stone was actually refined into the eighth-grade mid-grade feather spirit stone.
Luminous Cup, Xiang, your weapon refining skills have improved again!"
Yan Xiang shook his head, glanced at Ling Luo indifferently, and said with a smile: "It's not that my weapon refining skills have improved, but this time, thanks to Luo'er's flame. I believe that this time, Long En Sword Ancestor will treat our Holy Fire Hall
You will definitely be very satisfied with the gift.”
Spiritual weapons of grade three or above are treasures, spiritual weapons of grade six or above are rare treasures, and spiritual stones of grade eight or above are priceless treasures.
Ling Luo was praised and felt a little sweet in her heart.
"It is Luo'er's honor to be able to help Master."
Xiling Yunqin even praised her greatly, saying: "Luo'er is a very qualified child. Just now on the first floor, I just gave her a little nudge, and she was able to use the golden flame of punishment on her own to kill ten people."
Five second-grade intermediate swords were smelted into a third-grade good sword."
Yan Xiang's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he stared at Ling Luo intently. A hint of expectation flashed across his face, and he said: "Luo'er, come with me to the Dingjian Pavilion."
Ling Luo nodded somewhat dullly.
Following Yan Xiang, the two of them left the Weapon Refining Pavilion and turned to the Dingjian Pavilion in the east.
There are two disciples guarding the entrance of Dingjian Pavilion. They are the second disciple Xu Huang and the third disciple Yan Hui from the Holy Fire Hall.
"Master!" Xu Huang and Yan Hui bowed respectfully, and then their eyes couldn't help but drift towards Ling Luo behind Yan Xiang.
Yan Xiang said softly "Hmm" and took Ling Luo into the Dingjian Pavilion.
After seeing the two people walking away, the third disciple Yan Huicai looked surprised and said: "Second senior brother, today is the first day of junior sister's entry. Why did you bring her to Dingjian Pavilion? I
At the time of entry, you were not allowed to enter the Dingjian Pavilion until half a year later."
The second disciple Xu Huang narrowed his eyes and said: "If you want to enter the Dingjian Pavilion, you must rely on your own strength. The junior sister has defeated even the senior brother, so she can definitely enter."
The third disciple, Yan Hui, curled his lips with a scornful expression.
Ling Luo followed Yan Xiang through the courtyard, and finally stopped in front of a massive stone door with a height of dozens of meters.
The stone gate is made of hot wild stone and looks very heavy.