When these words came out, there was an uproar in the west courtyard of the city lord's mansion.
It turns out that this is how Feng Qingyang chose the master of the Changhong Sword.
Even Feng Qingyang couldn't pull out the Changhong Sword...
Everyone was thoughtful, and everyone was eager to give it a try, but most people did not dare to steal the limelight from the three major aristocratic families and the City Lord's Mansion.
"Ajiu, try if you can open the Changhong Sword." Feng Qingyang said.
Hell nodded, and then untied the black cloth wrapped around the Changhong Sword. He gave the thick black cloth to the maid beside him. The Changhong Sword scabbard, scarlet in color, was inlaid with seven purple crystals in a row, reflecting a faint light, mysterious.
And noble.
There is a dragon soul jade pendant hanging on the hilt of the sword. If you wear the jade pendant on your body, you will get twice the result with half the effort and have unexpected effects.
The Changhong Sword is so righteous that only a person with righteousness can possess it.
In the eyes of the world, Ye Qingge was cruel and cruel and killed countless people. She was just a witch who could never be anything close to righteousness and was not worthy of touching the Changhong Sword.
Qingge's expression was indifferent. She looked at the Changhong Sword in Hell's hand and stared suddenly.
Everyone present thought this was an earth-level weapon, but that was not the case. The power of the sword was concealed by the scabbard. If the scabbard was opened, the power of a spiritual-level weapon could be emitted.
The weapon she refined to advance to the next level was the shadow of the spiritual level.
Weapon refiners are divided into human level, spirit level, heaven level and the legendary Wuji.
Spirit-level weapons, essence-blood contracts, and weapons containing weapon spirits.
However, the weapon spirit in the Changhong Sword has not yet awakened. It can be seen that Feng Qingyang has only been a spiritual-level weapon refiner for a short time.
The world wants Changhong to slay blood, but everyone knows that in front of Changhong Sword, the blood slaying knife is nothing to mention.
Qingge thought that Feng Qingyang should be refining the blood-slaying knife when he was an earth-level weapon refiner, and when he broke through to the spiritual level, he would start refining the Changhong Sword.
Qingge makes the blood boil.
There is no end to learning.
She is a weapon refiner, and she respects spirit-level weapon refiners from the bottom of her heart.
but……
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes. Ji Yue once said that if a weapon refiner reaches the spiritual level, he is qualified to go to the heavenly realm of the gods. In the future, the guardian of the nine realms will come to him and take him to another plane.
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Everyone's attention was on the Changhong Sword, and no one paid attention to Qing Ge's thoughts.
Although Feng Qingyang was wearing a bamboo hat, everyone could still feel his smile.
Yan Yu held the scabbard of the sword in one hand, exerted force with his five fingers, and held the hilt of the sword with the other hand. He calmed his expression, mobilized his spiritual energy, directed it to his palms, and then violently tried to pull out the Changhong Sword.
The strength of Hell is obvious to all.
If he hadn't left the Yan family, established his own sect, established the Assassin's Alliance and the auction house, Yan Yan would not have had the reputation of being a genius in the Yan family.
However, Yan Yu tried all his strength but could not pull out the Changhong Sword. After a lot of efforts, Yan Yu's breathing became heavier.
He held the sword, looked at Feng Qingyang, smiled and shook his head, "Master Qingyang, it seems that I don't have this chance."
"When it comes to chance, you need fate and destiny, and you have to be fully prepared. Even if you have a chance and are not interested in the Changhong Sword, you still can't open it." Feng Qingyang hit the nail on the head.
Hell smiled.
Feng Qingyang was right, he was not interested in Changhong Sword.
"Take the Changhong Sword and see if others can open it." Feng Qingyang said.
Yan Yu nodded and walked up to the glass platform with the Changhong Sword.
He looked around and said, "Excuse me, who wants to challenge?"
"I'll come." The eldest son of the Wei family suddenly stood up, brushed his sleeves, jumped up, and landed on the glazed table.
Yan Yu placed the Changhong Sword in Mr. Wei's hand.
Mr. Wei gathered his strength, and spiritual energy surged between heaven and earth, gathering with Mr. Wei as the center.
Qing Ge retracted her gaze from the glass table, and turned to look at Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang lifted up the gauze of her bamboo hat, took a sip of wine, and made a slurping sound, enjoying herself very much.
Feng Qingyang and Yan Fuping chatted freely, and occasionally Ye Jingjing interrupted.
"Master Qingyang, are you leaving?" Qing Ge asked with deep meaning.
Feng Qingyang's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, he turned his head, his eyes looked directly at Qingge through the gauze of the bamboo hat.
"Little girl, what you said..."
"The true power of the Changhong Sword is covered by the scabbard. If you want to open the Changhong Sword, you must have some understanding of the Changhong Sword. Many years ago, you have already broken through to the Earth level. With your talent, Master, I'm afraid you can do more than that."
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Qingge raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said: "Master, do you know that there is a heaven beyond the sky? There are three types of people. Three kinds of people live in different places in the third heaven."
At this point in Qingge's words, a voice of soul was thrown into Feng Qingyang's mind, "Master Qingyang, you no longer belong to the Four-Star Continent."
Feng Qingyang was stunned.
He thought that no one could tell that he had broken through to become a spiritual master.
Even if you can see it, so what, who knows about the existence of the guardian of the nine realms?
Indeed, the Guardian of the Nine Realms came to him and asked him to prepare and give him time before he left.
Otherwise, Feng Qingyang, who was wandering in seclusion, would not suddenly come out of seclusion.
He had to leave some thoughts for the world he had lived in for decades, so he took out the two most successfully refined weapons, auctioned them off, and gave them away.
I never thought that the girl in front of me would see through everything.
Feng Qingyang laughed loudly.
Ye Jingfeng, you did give birth to a very good daughter.
"Girl, then I will borrow your good words and hope to break through to the spiritual level as soon as possible." Feng Qingyang said.
He didn't want to expose the spiritual level weapon refiner.
With his identity, if he breaks through and the news of the spiritual level weapon refiner is leaked, the entire four-star continent will be shocked, and then set off a weapon refining frenzy.
Moreover, once the identity of the spiritual-level weapon refiner is revealed, the winner of the Changhong Sword will attract fighting and hatred.
After all, the Changhong Sword is one level higher than the Blood-Slaying Knife.
Qingge raised her eyebrows and said no more.
Not long after, there was no more wind and Qingyang in the Four-Star Continent.
She will expose this matter because Ye Jingfeng is in the realm of the gods!
The road is long and long.
The road to cultivation, this journey, is like the stars that are out of reach.
Everyone in the world said that her cultivation speed was abnormal, but for Yu Qingge, it was too slow. This speed was not enough at all.
She wants to go to the demon realm, and she has to break through the great spiritual master before she can go to the heavenly realm of gods.
The only regret she had in her two lives was the love between her parents. That was why she was obsessed with Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong.
A fire was burning in her heart, and a voice drove her to search for forgotten feelings.
Qing Ge and Feng Qingyang were chatting, and no one else could get a word in. Feng Qingyang occasionally laughed a few times.
Everyone was secretly unhappy.
But it was said that on the glazed platform, the eldest son of Wei used his spiritual energy and exerted all his strength, so that the Changhong Sword and the scabbard did not move at all.
Some cold sweat broke out on Mr. Wei's forehead.
"Brother Wei, how are you?" Yan Yu asked.
The eldest son of Wei looked at Yan Prison, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.
He returned the Changhong Sword to Yan Yu and said: "The Changhong Sword is indeed worthy of its name. It is indeed a weapon refined by Master Qingyang. I can't open it with this strength. I would like to see who can open the Changhong Sword in the end."
, Wei absolutely admires it!”
"Master Qingyang said that the Changhong Sword Master can be obtained by those who have the opportunity." Yan Yu said.
Young Master Wei smiled and returned to the wine table.