Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene and said: "The poisonous blood in your body has been spit out. You can recover after a few days of good rest, but the scars on your back cannot be erased."
Yang Bufan took the handkerchief handed over by Feng Yi and wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and said with a forced smile: "It's my fault that the master has troubled me."
"What do you mean?"
Feng Yi shook his head and asked: "How do you feel now?"
"It's much better. I was feeling tight in my chest and couldn't breathe just now. It will feel better now."
Yang Bufan said.
"Well, you did a good job tonight, and your performance was remarkable..."
Before Feng finished speaking, Yang Bufan interrupted: "Master, please stop comforting me. I know I have let you down, and I will have to trouble you to take action in the end."
"You can't say that. Sakai's strength is not weak, and the magic knife in his hand is much more powerful than your Zen staff. In this way, you and he are at a loss. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Zhong Jun, you would be distracted to save him.
, even if he cannot be eliminated, he will not be injured.
You have performed well enough, there is no need to blame yourself."
Feng Yi said with relief.
"Who knows why this crazy woman suddenly appeared."
Yang Bufan shook his head helplessly when he thought of Zhong Jun.
"Don't even think about it, she's obviously here for you."
Feng Yi laughed dumbly and said: "I didn't expect that my apprentice would also become a sweet man. There is more than one woman who likes you, and she is also very proactive and bold."
Yang Bufan blushed and waved his hands: "Master, please stop making fun of me."
"You are not young anymore. Do you plan to be alone till you are the youngest child?"
Feng Yi advised: "We are not in ancient times. There is no need to stay away from marriage for the sake of spiritual practice."
"Besides, Master, I really haven't thought about this now."
Yang Bufan said.
"Well, I'm not prepared to advise you on this matter. It's up to you to decide."
Feng Yi picked up the magic knife on the table and said: "Although this knife was injured by Xiao Qi, it has the ability to heal itself, plus several of its own skills, each of which is very good and better than yours."
The Zen staff in your hand is much better, but it is stained with too much blood. I am going to use the breath in the Zen staff to refine it, so just bring this magic knife with you."
"ah!"
Yang Bufan's expression changed slightly: "Master, do you want to destroy the Zen staff?"
"It's not destroying it, it's just refining the two spiritual weapons into one. After the refining is successful, the strength of the magic sword will be raised to a higher level, which will be even more powerful for you."
Feng Yi explained.
Yang Bufan was still a little reluctant to give up: "Master, the Zen staff has been with me for more than 20 years, and it was also the first weapon you gave me."
"Why are you so stupid now?"
Feng Yi smiled and said: "I said, the two become one. When the time comes, the spiritual consciousness in the Zen staff will not dissipate, but will be integrated with the magic knife.
The magic sword is of a higher level than the Zen staff, and the breath of the magic sword cannot be injected into the Zen staff.
I have Xiao Qi in my hand, if you insist on keeping the Zen staff, you will have no choice but to destroy this magic knife."
Before Yang Bufan could say anything, the magic sword floated up on its own and kept swinging up and down in mid-air, as if it was kowtowing.
"You are quite clever."
Feng Yi looked at the magic knife and said, "Are you willing to fuse the spiritual consciousness of the Zen staff with you?"
The magic knife swung up and down again.
Yang Bufan looked at the silent Zen staff, gritted his teeth and said, "Destroying the magic sword is really a waste of resources..."
"Well, I understand. You can rest here for a while, and I can come back when you go."
If the apprentice is unwilling to give up, then the master Feng Yi can only be the bad guy.
Feng Yi took the two weapons in his hands, opened the door gently, jumped to the roof, and then flew high into the sky on Xiao Qi.
Yang Bufan looked at Feng Yi's retreating figure and sighed. It was a pity to destroy the magic knife, but losing the Zen staff also made him feel mixed emotions.
Feng Yi flew higher and higher, and the scenery below became the size of a fingernail. No one noticed a person flying in the air.
"Old man, what you have lost is only the carrier, the breath and spiritual consciousness will not dissipate. Don't worry, I will bless the magic sword to restrain its spiritual consciousness."
Feng Yi said a few words briefly, then tossed the magic knife into the air.
The magic sword was still hesitant to escape. Feng Yi formed an invisible barrier in his mind, sealing the magic sword inside. Then he held the Zen staff with both hands, and the breath in his body surged like waves, slowly seeping into the Zen staff.
The breath of the Zen staff was drawn by Feng Yi, poured into his palm, and poured into the magic knife along his fingertips.
The blade of the magic sword burst out with dazzling light, buzzing in the air, and the sword kept swinging.
Swish——
After a colorful ray of light, the magic knife returned to normal, except that there was a faint luster surrounding it.
At the same time, the Zen staff lost all its brilliance and turned into an ordinary stick. Then with a bang, it turned into thousands of pieces and disappeared between heaven and earth.
At this time, the demonic nature in the body of the magic sword and the blood it had swallowed in the past were swept away by Feng Yi's colorful breath. The spiritual consciousness of the magic sword was also detained at the tail of the sword, and it could no longer control the blade as before, and the consciousness of the Zen staff
Then you have control of the magic knife, which means the fusion is successful.
He held the magic sword and swung it a few times. Each ray of the sword was followed by a faint buzzing sound. It was much more powerful than before, but of course, it was still not as powerful as Xiao Qi.
At the very least, it can't fly.
Of course, the fused magic sword is already a top-grade spiritual weapon that is extremely rare in the world. Let's put it this way, Yang Bufan is now at the peak of human masters. With the magic sword, he can be on par with the peak earth masters holding ordinary spiritual weapons.
In addition, the magic knife itself has several powerful skills, and when fused with the Zen staff, the skills will be more powerful. If used properly, it may be able to kill the Earth Master at his peak.
Feng Yi was still very satisfied with this. He and Xiao Qi returned to the ground, returned to the house, helped Yang Bufan sit up and said, "The fusion was successful, you try it."
Yang Bufan held the magic knife and moved it a few times. He felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and looked surprised. Feng Yi smiled and said: "I told you, the Zen staff did not disappear, it just changed its shape and continued to exist.
It will help you better in the future."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Bufan felt much better, and then asked: "Master, how is Brother Yunfei's situation?"
"He is not seriously ill. He just inhaled a little poisonous gas. It has no major impact. He will be fine after being nursed back to health."
Feng Yi said.
"That's good."
Yang Bufan hesitated and said: "Master, you destroyed this well, but the others didn't know about it. I'm going to..."
"What are you planning to do to put the credit on me?"
Feng Yi shook his head and said: "Not to mention that I don't care about this, in fact, you were injured, but I was unscathed. Do you think they will believe what you say?
What is the difference between us master and disciple? Don't think about it anymore."
