Sun Huo retracted his foot when he was about to step out. He didn't understand why the old man wanted to stop him. Normally, he would be eager to leave as soon as possible.
"You're here now, so don't go back empty-handed. Since you're studying the art of weapon refining, take all these things. It can also be regarded as a little compensation for what happened before. I won't need it in the future.
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The old man fumbled and took off a storage bag from his body, threw it behind him and threw it towards Sun Huo.
With his ears twitching to hear the sound of flying wind, Sun Huo suddenly turned around and reached out to grab the storage bag.
The bag was bulging, and it felt quite heavy when held in his hand. Sun Huo used his spiritual thoughts to peek inside, and couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise on his face.
"Master Han, what are you doing?" Sun Huo unconsciously took a step forward and asked.
But the old man still turned his back to him, did not turn around, raised his left hand and waved it, and did not speak any more.
The refining room was so quiet that you could hear the beating of your heart and the old man's low sobs.
"Take care, Master Han." Sun Huo tightly grasped the storage bag in his hand.
When he walked out of the weapon-refining shop, he looked back at the destroyed facade and empty front hall, and Sun Huo felt extremely depressed.
I thought I could vent some of my previous anger during my visit this time, and by the way, I could get some belongings back to make up for the empty storage bag.
As for taking the old man's life now, Sun Huo had never thought that it would be so easy.
As long as he stays in Luo Lei Valley, the law enforcement officer is his best protection. Unless he can seize the opportunity to leave, he will not be stupid enough to violate the city's regulations on his own.
Sun Huo still clearly distinguished between his momentary revenge and his long-term cultivation career. But he didn't expect that the result of launching an army to investigate the crime would turn out like this.
When he thought of the old man's lonely figure, who had aged rapidly in just a few days due to the pain of losing his son, Sun Huo's hatred for Qing Luo increased even more.
After staring at the shop sign for a while, Sun Huo lowered his head and left. He knew that this old weapon-refining shop would no longer exist in the future.
What he didn't know was that not far away from the weapon-making shop, there was a teahouse for people to take a break or have a party.
On the second floor of the teahouse, on a square table facing the street window, there was a weird man wearing a black cloak, wrapping his whole body tightly, paying attention to everything that had just happened.
After seeing Sun Huo leave, the weirdo just sat there for a while, also called the waiter to pay, and then disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, half a month later, we were in a stone room next to a small waterfall.
Sun Huozheng closed his eyes tightly, placed his hands in front of his lower abdomen in a rounded posture, and sat cross-legged on the stone bed.
At this time, his naked upper body was covered with dense beads of sweat, and there was a faint appearance of steaming white steam. A layer of golden light about half an inch thick covered his body, flickering brightly and darkly.<
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This situation lasted for a full meal, and suddenly, the golden light suddenly became brighter, and then quickly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.
Sun Huo slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of exhaustion and disappointment. Apparently he had failed to break through the ninth-level bottleneck again.
It was as if there was only a thin layer of paper between them, but he couldn't pierce it. After he returned here and became familiar with the exercises to consolidate his cultivation, he had already made five or six such attempts.
Times.
Each time, there was no progress at all, and I just spent several hours practicing hard in vain.
More importantly, I don't know if it was because of the series of things that happened before that gave him too much stimulation. Now when it comes time to sit down and practice, Sun Huo's state of mind cannot settle down quickly, and it will take a long time.
Only then can you get rid of distracting thoughts in your mind.
Looking down at his sweaty body, Sun Huo shook his head helplessly, stood up neatly, and walked out of the stone room quickly.
After a few quick sprints, Sun Huo plunged into the bottom of the waterfall.
Here, the cool cold water and the rapids falling from high altitude help stimulate his mind to clear up and relieve the current stress a little.
Just as Sun Huo was roaring under the impact of the water flow and letting out his pent-up energy, he suddenly sensed something and the roar suddenly stopped.
After crawling back to the shore wet, Sun Huo quickly brushed it against the storage bag.
The right hand that was clenched into a fist slowly stretched out, revealing the black ring in the Tianji Tower, which was flashing white light.
"Damn! It's actually called at this time." Sun Huo's face instantly turned ugly. The breeze blew by, and even his body, which was not afraid of Sanjiu, felt a little chilly.
This situation was really beyond Sun Huo's expectation. If the call could be made a month earlier, then he would be more confident that he could complete this unconditional mission.
Now, although he has improved his cultivation by one level, he only has one Xuanque Sword left to use. Once something happens, he will not be able to fight head-on with other immortal cultivators.
Sun Huo, who originally believed that what he said must be done, had the idea of breaking his promise and running away for the first time.
At this moment, a slight cracking sound suddenly came from his hand, awakening Sun Huo who was distracted. Looking down, he unexpectedly discovered that there were dense spider web-like cracks on the surface of the ring.
An inexplicable brown liquid seeped out from the crack, and when it touched the skin of his palm, it was absorbed instantly. By the time Sun Huo reacted, it was already too late.
Sun Huo was so frightened that he quickly began to check his body. What made him panic was that after the liquid was absorbed, it disappeared without a trace. No matter whether he used his spiritual mind to look inside or his martial arts skills, he could not find anything.
Something strange happened.
With a wry smile, Sun Huo threw the ring away. Now he had no choice but to fight for his life and move forward again.
Sun Huo returned to the stone room dejectedly. He glanced at it casually, and suddenly the storage bag on the stone platform caught his eye.
It was a farewell gift given to him by the old weapon refiner to make amends. Although he accepted it at the time, because he felt guilty about it, he just put it on the stone platform after he came back and did not think about using it immediately.
Object.
At this moment, it is about my own life and death in the future, so I can’t care about that.
Secretly apologizing in his heart, Sun Huo grabbed the storage bag and poured it down. A small pile of miscellaneous things suddenly appeared on the stone platform.
After some inventory, Sun Huo found that although there were many things in this storage bag, there were only three categories.
The largest number of them are thirty or forty low-level weapon-refining materials, such as the hair of unknown monsters, the black and heavy-handed iron mother, and the charred wood that looks like it has been burned by fire, etc.
All the materials looked strange and strange, which really opened Sun Huo's eyes.
Although some materials have been seen in classics, seeing the actual objects with one's own eyes is always more intuitive and profound than reading words and images.
Because the old man's weapon refining level is mainly capable of refining mid- to low-level magic weapons, these materials are not that expensive.
It's a pity that these things will not be used for the next adventure. After Sun Huo only checked them briefly, he sealed them as they were and took them back.
Another type of things that are not needed are two thick books, one is "The Creation of Divine Weapons" and the other is called "Han Sect Experience".
In comparison, although "The Creation of Divine Weapons" is much thinner than "Hanmen Experience", it looks like it is very old. Not only are the pages yellowed, but there are also many damages at the corners.
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Although the name seemed very grand, Sun Huo flipped through it and discovered that it was just a fairly ordinary weapon refining book. The content only described some techniques and methods on how to refine mid- to low-level magical weapons. p>
Although such books are rare in the market and more expensive, they are not rare.
Instead, it is another book called "Hanmen Experience". Because there are many kinds of handwriting in it, it seems to be a family heirloom of the old man. It records many ancestors' experiences and feelings about weapon refining.
Although the level of weapon refining is limited, it is more practical than Sun Huo for newcomers who want to get started.
Touching the cover of the book, Sun Huo couldn't help but feel sentimental again. The old man gave such things to himself, which showed that he was already heartbroken at that time, and it was not as simple as making amends.
After a while, Sun Huo calmed down and took out a wooden box to put away the two books. In any case, he had one more reason to live.
In the end, there were only three mid-level magic weapons left, and these three were familiar to Sun Huo. They were the store treasures that served as the facade of Qiaoshou Workshop. He had already seen them.
One is a black ring that looks like it is made of fine iron. It can change in size after casting a spell and fly out to lock the enemy. However, because the speed is slow, it can also be used for self-defense.
The other piece is a blue-black gourd-shaped magic weapon, but it is not the kind of magic weapon on the market that can spray out balls. As long as spiritual power is injected into it, it can spray out clouds of black smoke, which can not only block
The sight can also choke people's noses and throats.
It's just that this gourd is far different from his previous ghost-sealing pictures, because the black smoke emitted is not controlled by the user and will only spread in place.
The last item is a magic weapon that Sun Huo was very enthusiastic about after seeing it, a pair of armbands made of fine steel. In addition to its usual protective function, it can also be controlled by the immortal cultivator by striking.
Blowing the air produces an impact effect. However, the degree of impact depends on the physical strength of the cultivator, rather than the amount of mana injected.
At first, Sun Huo also pretended to be joking and asked about the price, but the old man said that this magic weapon was the work of his ancestors and he did not have the ability to refine it again. Therefore, it was just used as a facade and was not sold to the outside world.