Chapter 20 Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword (Collection! Recommended)
"Bang!" There were loud noises in the forest. Even if you didn't guess, you knew it was Feng Jingyun who made the noise. In front of a pool of water, you could see Feng Jingyun's naked upper body and a ferocious wolf on the right.
At this time, the Hulei Wolf has grown a bit, and the lightning horns on its head are basically fully displayed.
In front of a man and an animal lay a dragon several meters long. Yes, it was a dragon. It was already dying. "It looks like there will be a competition in a few days. I'm really looking forward to it!" Feng Jingyun looked at the dying dragon and licked it.
Bloodthirsty lips said coldly.
Feng Jingyun looked down at Thunder Wolf, his eyes condensed, and Thunder Wolf instantly disappeared from the place, with lightning on its four legs, and the lightning horns on its head emitted blue light, and kept ringing "Zi...ZiZi", only
Seeing Hu Lei Lang sliding back and forth in front of the dragon like lightning, the dragon died with a trace of unwillingness to be afraid.
This is a nine-star demon soldier. It is about to break through and become a demon spirit. However, it is defeated by Feng Jingyun and Hu Lei Lang. How strong is Feng Jingyun? Hu Lei Lang holds this dragon demon in his mouth.
Jing Feng Jingyun smiled and said, "You can eat it yourself."
Hu Leilang jumped up with joy. In the past ten days, one man and one beast kept hunting the monsters outside the forest, and all the demon crystals obtained were eaten by Hu Leilang. Sometimes he was greedy and ate too much.
, he was almost killed by explosions several times, but the mysterious key in his body flew out to bathe Hu Leilang and saved him several times, so Hu Leilang changed so much.
Feng Jingyun looked around and felt that there was nothing to kill, so he put the Thunder Wolf back into the fantasy beast space and walked out of the Ten Thousand Monsters Forest alone. He did not return to the academy in time. After a month of doing tasks and hunting, Feng Jingyun
Yun Bao was wandering around Xuanyue City because Feng Jingyun had accumulated quite a lot of gold coins from the previous tasks.
When I came to a weapons store, I saw a bustling crowd. Weapons were hung on both sides, including swords, guns, and hammers. I selected and selected, and looked again and again. The highest level here was the top-grade star. It was really disappointing.
Feng Jingyun was speechless.
He walked up to the counter and asked, "Do you have any more advanced weapons?"
The shopkeeper's face was slightly red, and he smiled evilly, "It's not that there's nothing, it's just the price."
Feng Jingyun knew that the metaphor of what it meant to be neither treacherous nor business-minded was very appropriate, so he said directly without telling the shopkeeper, "The price is easy to negotiate, as long as you can come up with a weapon that I am satisfied with."
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young Master, please come and see us in the back room, please!" After saying that, he bowed slightly. Feng Jingyun also extended his hand and said, "Shopkeeper, please lead the way."
"Great!" After calling some waiters to take care of the front, the shopkeeper walked to the back room with Feng Jingyun.
He brought Feng Jingyun to a medium-sized room. There were only a few weapons in this room, but each one was a spirit-level weapon! Yes, spirit-level weapons, as the name suggests, are weapons with a little consciousness, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
, slowly grow consciousness and reach another level!
Feng Jingyun was quite surprised. This shopkeeper was not an ordinary person, but he actually collected these weapons. Although there were only a few, how many people had spirit-level weapons?
"Young Master can choose from every weapon here, and the price is the same. I wonder if this Young Master can afford it." The shopkeeper smiled half-heartedly. There are very few spiritual-level weapons at the east gate of Xingyue Pavilion.
There are few, even in the Xuanyue Center of the Royal City, there are not many.
"I wonder how much the shopkeeper paid for these weapons?" Feng Jingyun chuckled. He knew that these weapons could not be bought with money. The shopkeeper looked at Feng Jingyun deeply and said slowly, "Since the young master is so straightforward, then
The old man doesn't show off, as long as the young master can take the old man's three palms, he can take away a weapon.
"Huh?!" Feng Jingyun frowned slightly and thought deeply for a while, "What kind of medicine is this shopkeeper selling? It's a weapon that can be used with three palms. It's my profit, isn't it just three palms? I fought hard!" Feng Jingyun frowned slightly and thought deeply for a while.
Jingyun stretched out his hands and said boldly and straightforwardly, "In this case, I will take these three palms."
"Young master, please think carefully. If these three palms kill you, don't blame me for being too harsh!"
"Just three of your three palms. What about ink marks? I don't have time to do ink marks!"
"Okay, young master, I've taken it!" The shopkeeper heard that Feng Jingyun was impatient, so he kindly reminded him, but in exchange for Feng Jingyun's displeasure, he had his hands ready, and Feng Jingyun could see that the shopkeeper had
Holding a thin layer of yellow-green aura, he thought to himself, "Is this person a spiritual master?"
"Bang" A huge force reached Feng Jingyun's chest. Feng Jingyun took a cold breath and felt like he was being pressed by a mountain on his chest. It was hard to breathe at this time. Is this the strength of a spiritual master?
He secretly swallowed a sip of water, breathed a little heavily, and said, "Continue, there are two more palms!"
The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes shining brightly, "I just used three levels of strength, but the young master was not injured, which is really rare. The young master received the slap from the old man!"
The yellow-green spiritual energy in the shopkeeper's palm was stronger and the color was thicker. It hit Feng Jingyun so fast that "bang" and "bang" Feng Jingyun flew directly against the wall. "Ahem" even though Feng Jingyun had to endure it.
He didn't spit out bruises, but he had to be bombarded. With the palm just now, Feng Jingyun could feel how strong the spirit-level master was. With the palm he received, Feng Jingyun could feel that his bones were about to be broken.
If it hadn't been for Feng Jingyun's month of hard training, he would have been on the verge of death when he took the first palm. He slowly got up from the ground, feeling that his feet were numb as he stepped on the ground, facing the spirit.
Feng Jingyun was in awe of the super master. In this world, strength determines everything!
When the shopkeeper saw that Feng Jingyun could actually stand up, he couldn't help but nodded appreciatively, shook his hand and said, "That's all, the young master can stand up alive even after receiving my two palms. He is already the first person I have ever seen, so I will give him a gift."
Young master, once you have a weapon, you won’t need the third palm.”
Feng Jingyun was stubborn, and said with a bit of dizziness, "No, no, just three palms as promised. You go ahead, shopkeeper, and I will take over!"
The shopkeeper laughed loudly, "Young Master is so persistent. If I don't give you a third slap, that's not an insult to Young Master's justice. I'll take this third slap!"
Feng Jingyun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and welcomed the last palm. There was no pressure from the mountain, and he did not fly away. The shopkeeper patted Feng Jingyun's chest and said with a smile, "This is my third palm.
If the young master can take the three palms of the old man, the old man will fulfill his promise and the young master will bring a weapon!"
Opening his eyes, he nodded respectfully to the shopkeeper and said, "Thank you, shopkeeper. I will take the third palm after the junior has worked harder!" Knowing that the shopkeeper did not really deliver the third palm, Feng Jingyun's desire for the strong rose again.
After reaching a certain height, he is only at the ninth level of Xuan level. It can be said that it is not easy to receive two palms from a spiritual level master.
The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing, pointed at a few weapons and made a greeting gesture. Seeing this, Feng Jingyun didn't hesitate, walked to the weapons, looked left and right, and picked up a gorgeous long sword.
The blade of this sword is about three feet long, and the handle is more than a foot long. Both the handle and the sword have exquisite, complex, and weird patterns, as if they were made in nature. The handle is in the shape of a pointed cone. Holding the sword in hand, Feng Jingyun feels uncomfortable.
Light or not, the weight is just right. However! What caught Feng Jingyun’s attention was not the exquisite shape of the sword, but the material of the sword. This sword was not made of metal, but made of crystal. Looking at it in his hand, it looked like
With the transparent crystal sword, Feng Jingyun deeply felt a familiar aura, murderous aura.
"This sword is called the Purple Lightning Blue Frost Sword. It is a medium-grade spiritual grade sword. It is made of many rare materials and high-grade demon crystals, especially the demon crystal of a demon spirit and the horns on the head of a purple lightning thunder lion! Young Master
As long as there is a drop of blood on the sword, the sword will recognize the young master as its master." The shopkeeper explained in a self-conscious manner, with a deep sense of pride on his face.
After swallowing his saliva, Feng Jingyun looked away from the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword in his hand for a while, looked at the shopkeeper in surprise, and said, "Could this sword be made by the shopkeeper?"
"I'm not very talented. This sword is the best one among these weapons. The master has a unique vision! So I gave the sword to the master as a gift!" the shopkeeper said to Feng Jingyun with a smile.
Feng Jingyun took a breath. These weapons were all made by the shopkeeper. He was also a weapon refiner. Weapon refiners were so rare. Generally, only large families had weapon refiners, and the shopkeeper's strength was also extraordinary.
But he is still a master who can make spiritual-level weapons, which makes Feng Jingyun have to admit that there are still many geniuses in this world.
Feng Jingyun accepted the sword unceremoniously, biting off his finger and dripping it on the sword. The Purple Lightning Blue Frost Sword suddenly felt an indescribable consciousness. It was not like the previous lifelessness, but he could feel the Purple Lightning Blue Frost Sword.
Having been recognized as his master by dripping blood, Feng Jingyun once again thanked this senior.
The shopkeeper just smiled and said nothing. After Feng Jingyun left, the shopkeeper swept away all the expressions just now, looked at Feng Jingyun's back, muttered bitterly, "Young Master..." and then looked at the sky and said sadly, "Master, you
Why bother... Sigh..." Then he disappeared from the room...
At this time, Feng Jingyun had returned to the academy. He touched his still aching chest and smiled bitterly, but he was happy in his heart. It was worth it to endure two palms in exchange for such a high-level weapon, but he didn't know
As soon as I returned to Xingyue Pavilion, I was already stared at by several pairs of eyes!
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"Report to the young master, that Feng Jingyun is back!" An outer disciple said to a young man wrapped in brocade clothes.
And this young master was Yan Hao who was beaten by Feng Jingyun. Yan Hao's face showed a ruthless look, "It's finally here. The competition will be in a few days. That kid won't live long. It's none of your business. You can leave."
I'm going to go to my brother's place to discuss it now."
"Yes." The outer disciple said and walked away. Being able to be the inner disciple Yan Hao's spy was already the greatest honor for him in the outer sect. Sometimes he was even happy to show off to people he knew.
I'm helping Yan Hao with something.
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As soon as Feng Jingyun stepped into the dormitory belonging to the five of them, he shouted, "Brothers, I'm back!"
"..."
"kindness?"
No one paid attention to him, no one?
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