The leader of the Black Wind clan highly admires the giant sword that is being refined in the cave. It has taken twenty years to create this divine sword, and so far, only one-third of the process of refining the divine sword has been completed.
Second, it will take at least ten years to completely refine it. Everyone was a little dissatisfied with the boast of Elder Heifeng. The blue giant sword in front of them seemed to have nothing other than its huge size.
What's special about it. Besides, a giant sword that's three feet long. How tall does the sword wielder have to be? It has to be at least five or nine feet tall.
Humans, right? Humans are only five or six feet tall. Who can handle such a giant sword? It was probably made for a foreign race with the size of the Stonemen.
"Other than the ridiculously large size of this sword, there is nothing magical about it. Chief of the Black Wind Clan, you can't say that this sword is powerful just because it is large. There is no such comparison."
When the leader of the Black Wind clan was introducing the giant sword eloquently, Zhao Wuji's rough voice rang out.
In the words of his wife Chang Xiaoman, this guy is just a stupid big guy who can never tell what should be said and what should not be said. After all, Heifeng is the leader of the clan, and God is fair.
He gave the dwarves a handsome appearance and a normal figure, but gave them a great height and a lifespan of an ordinary human being. The leader of the Black Wind clan is also an old man who has lived for hundreds of years. How can you say that you are a younger generation who is dozens of years old?
when
If people question such an old man, why can't they just let him have sex because of his age? He doesn't have any moral character of respecting the old and caring for the young.
Ning Xiangruo was complaining in a low voice to Zhao Wuji, asking him to speak less, lest this stupid man who spoke without thinking would unknowingly put the Black Wind clan leader in trouble.
Du Chun was preparing to apologize to the Black Wind clan leader. The Black Wind clan leader was very strange at the moment. Faced with Zhao Wuji's public questioning, he didn't even look angry at all, but grinned and laughed.
"Boy, be careful what you say!"
At this moment, an old voice sounded, speaking fluent Chinese language.
Everyone looked at the sound and saw the white-robed dwarf who had been strolling on the giant sword just now. He jumped down from the giant sword with his beard blowing and eyes wide open.
The dwarves basically wear gray-brown clothes, which may have a lot to do with how dirty they look all day long. Those who wear white robes are all wizards in the clan.
The barbarian alien tribes are different from humans. In the human social hierarchy, the emperor, who claims to be the True Dragon Emperor, is the highest ruler. But in the alien tribe, the patriarch seems to be the most authoritative in the tribe, but what he really says matters.
He is also the high priest or wizard of various tribes.
This white-robed dwarf is now the high priest of the dwarves.
Others didn't know the identity of the white-robed dwarf, so why didn't Zi Yan know it? She saw that everyone looked at the white-robed dwarf who jumped off the giant sword and came over with confused eyes.
He bowed deeply and said, "Zi Yan has seen the high priest."
When everyone heard that this dwarf with a white beard and white robe was actually the high priest, they were all shocked. However, after all, everyone was from a well-known family and their reactions were very quick. They bowed their hands and saluted. The high priest should be older than the Black Wind clan.
He is a little older, at least the beard of the Black Wind clan leader is still black, but the beard of this high priest has turned white, not silvery white, but grayish white. I don’t know if I haven’t washed my face in decades, and it is all covered with it.
The dust will soon be
White beard turned into black beard.
The tempers of the high priest and Hei Feng are completely different. Hei Feng is the kind of person who likes to show off, while the high priest's temper is the more violent one. At this moment, the old man was blowing his beard and staring at Zhao who looked embarrassed.
Wuji said: "Boy, although the bigger the magic weapon is, the more powerful it is, but this sword is just like what Heifeng said. Once the magic sword is made, it will definitely shake the three worlds, and its power should not be ignored by you natives.
Under the ten ancient divine swords of Le Dao. I have been refining weapons for more than 800 years. This sword is my life's hard work. A child with a yellow mouth doesn't know this way, so don't talk nonsense. Besides, who told me that this sword is big?
?I still think it’s too small. It’s a pity that the materials are limited and the maximum can be expanded like this. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.
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As the high priest was talking, he suddenly seemed very sad. He beat his chest and murmured why there were so few materials. If there were more materials, the first heavenly weapon refined by the dwarves might appear like this.
…
Baili Yuan stretched out his head and said: "Senior High Priest, do you still think such a big sword is small? Which clan is this for? Except for human cultivation masters, it is difficult for other alien races or beast monsters to perform well.
The power of the magic weapon."
The high priest didn't seem to hear Baili Yuan's words, and was still mumbling alone. The Black Wind clan leader knew the high priest's temperament, so he said: "The art of refining weapons is extremely mysterious. The reason why the divine sword is so big at the moment is
Because it is necessary to lay down layers of magic circles, I have discussed this sword with the high priest for twenty years and decided to lay out fifteen layers of magic circles. Each layer has magic circles of different sizes.
Ninety-nine. After each layer of the magic circle is arranged, the sword embryo of the Divine Sword will shrink by one circle. You are here at the wrong time. If you had come here about five years ago, you would have seen the sword embryo at that time.
It’s even bigger than it is now.”
Everyone suddenly understood and felt that they had learned a lot.
Monk Liujie said: "Ah, that's it. No wonder the Sa family always heard that hundreds of thousands of kilograms of rare metals were used to make only a six or seven kilogram fairy sword. The Sa family always thought that these rare metals were being refined.
The process was wasted, it turns out that’s not the case.”
The leader of the Black Wind clan nodded and said: "The refining process of the fairy sword magic weapon used by cultivators is different from that of ordinary iron swords. The mountains of metal materials are not lost during the refining process, but in the end they only become
A sword is made of metal materials that are infinitely concentrated."
Baili Yuan still couldn't figure it out, and said: "Heifeng Clan Chief, even if it is concentrated, the weight should not be reduced, right? Why is the fairy sword so light in the hand?"
Just as the leader of the Black Wind clan was about to show off his profound knowledge in the art of weapon refining, the high priest seemed to wake up and suddenly took a step forward, reached out and took out the Dragon Tooth Dagger from Baili Yuan's waist.
Baili Yuan was shocked. Although the high priest's movements were not very fast, his energy veins seemed to be locked to a certain extent and he did not escape.
At this moment, Baili Yuan understood that the little old man with a white beard in front of him was probably a very high-level cultivator, and the true method he practiced seemed to be very weird. It was not a Middle-earth Taoist sect or a Buddhist sect, nor was it a demonic sect.
Kung Fu. Baili Yuan thought about it and guessed that the high priest might be practicing ancient witchcraft that had long been lost in the Middle Earth.
