"Really, Jiufang, I noticed that you are getting more and more verbose now. " Han Yi rolled his eyes fiercely, walked to the yard and took out the black heavy sword.
A heavy feeling surged up along his arms, and soon he felt tired and his shoulders felt a little sore.
"One hundred thousand kilograms, this weight is really incredible. Elder Zhao said that you don't have a name, so let me pick one for you." Han Yi thought about a famous sword from ancient times on earth flashing in his mind, "Giant
Que, from now on you will be the giant Que sword."
He activated his skills, Kui Long Jue and Dragon Elephant Ba Ti Jue were activated at the same time, and a huge force of 1.2 million kilograms flowed through every muscle and sinew.
In just a moment, he took control of the heavy sword. He stepped forward and was as light as a swallow. He waved the heavy sword with his right hand, and black spiritual power was injected into the heavy sword along his arm, lighting up the pattern engraved on the sword body, purple and black.
The lines spread and grow like tree vines.
Whoosh, whoosh, the heavy sword has no edge, no skill and skill, every slash of the giant tower carries a heavy momentum, just like the majesty and majesty of the mountains. The air rotates with the heavy sword, and the yard is stirred up.
There were strong winds, and the leaves were flying and shattered by the energy aroused by the heavy sword.
Han Yi repeated simple hacking, stabbing, and slashing attacks, and he felt exhausted after a full hour. The heavy sword pierced the floor tiles with a bang, and he panted violently and sweated profusely. After his physical strength was exhausted, he relied only on the blessing of spiritual power.
He couldn't swing that heavy sword at all.
Jiufang Bu's reminder is indeed correct. If Han Yi does not become familiar with this heavy sword as soon as possible, he will not be able to use this heavy sword to continue fighting when facing many powerful disciples from the outer palace. Although he does not use the heavy sword himself
He is stronger, but for him the heavy sword is not only for fighting needs, but also a kind of training, in order to better control his own power.
The training route he wants to take is to train the technique of transporting power and breaking the force. Now the method of breaking the force has begun to get a glimpse, but the technique of transporting force is still stagnant and has no clue. What is the true meaning of using power?
He doesn't know anything yet. Now he can only complete the cultivation of Poyue Sword and control his own power.
After recovering some physical strength, Han Yi then swung the heavy sword, turned his wrist, and practiced some sword moves that required greater control.
In this way, Han Yi spent the night in a cycle of practice, rest, practice and rest. Early the next morning, he ended his practice, took a shower and left the mansion, heading to Wanling Pavilion.
"Sir, you are here." Han Yi had just entered Wanling Pavilion when the lovely maid from yesterday greeted him, "Our elders have been waiting for a long time."
"Well, let's lead the way."
Han Yi nodded and followed the maid building to an elegantly decorated room. A veiled woman in the room looked at him and seemed a little surprised by Han Yi's appearance.
Also, because of practicing the Dragon-Elephant Overlord Body Technique, he is now as black as charcoal, and his handsome face has been greatly reduced.
There was an old man sitting on the left side of the room, closing his eyes and concentrating. He seemed to have no interest in Han Yi's arrival.
"This is Mr. Han, right?" the woman in the front seat said, "please take a seat."
Han Yi was not polite and sat down on the square chair on the right.
"Are you the elder of Wanling Pavilion?"
"This little girl is not talented, she is the elder of Wanling Pavilion here."
"Everything I want is ready."
"Of course it's ready." The woman's voice was pleasant. "Those spiritual materials have been calculated and are worth one hundred and forty-four thousand eight hundred and seventy-six spiritual stones. This is the first time for this pavilion to have such a huge transaction amount in so many years.
I wonder if Mr. Han has prepared a sufficient amount of spiritual stones?"
"One hundred and fourteen thousand eight hundred and seventy-six spiritual stones. Our Lingfu disciples only have ten spiritual stones for a month's cultivation resources. To me, it's really a sky-high price." Han Yi sighed.
Upon hearing the identity of Han Yiling Mansion's disciple, the woman raised her eyebrows, but the old man still closed his eyes tightly without any fluctuation.
"It turns out that the young master is a disciple of the Lingfu, and your future is limitless. However, even if you are a disciple of the Lingfu, you can't entertain us at Wanling Pavilion. If you can't get those spirit stones, you'd better take them back." There was a hint of coldness in the woman's voice.
meaning.
"Although I don't have any spiritual stones, I do have one thing, which is worth enough to exchange for all the spiritual materials." Han Yi expressionless, his eyes turned to the old man opposite him, "I think this old gentleman may be interested in Han's things.
There will be some interest."
"How did you know that I would be interested in your things?" The old man finally opened his eyes and looked at Han Yi and said.
"Of course it's because of your status, master. As long as you are an weapon refiner on this huge Lanyue Island, you will definitely be interested in what I have in my hands."
"Young master, are you so sure that I am a weapon refiner?"
"Naturally." A smile appeared at the corner of Han Yi's mouth, "The master's fire-attribute spiritual power is extremely pure, violent and untamable, and meets the requirements of a weapon refiner in terms of attributes. In addition, I see that the master's hands are covered with thick calluses, and his arms are
The muscles are also extremely developed, which must be caused by tempering the spiritual weapon for many years, so we speculate."
When he just walked into the room, Han Yi saw through the details of the old man's cultivation with his insightful eyes. In the early stage of the spiritual general's cultivation, the fire-attribute spiritual power was as strong as a volcano. More importantly, the old man's hands were full of
With thick calluses, the muscles of the arms are extremely developed.
"Young Master is really very discerning." The old man showed a smile, "Now I am somewhat interested in the things in Young Master's hands."
"Then let's ask the master to estimate the price of the things you want to give to this junior." Han Yi turned over his hand, and a piece of red-gold metal appeared in his palm.
The old man and the woman in the seat both looked at the piece of fine gold, and for a moment they seemed unable to find the matching spiritual material in their heads.
"What is this?" The old man thought for a long time but had no idea, so he could only ask Han Yi.
"Adamantine."
"Jingjin, sir, do you think we from Wanling Pavilion are easy to deceive? Or do you think we have never seen a spiritual material like Jinjin?" the woman sneered.
Han Yi ignored her at all and just looked at the meditating old man opposite. After a moment, the old man's expression changed, and it seemed that he finally found the corresponding memory from the depths of his head.
"Miss, Mr. Han is right. This thing is indeed fine gold, but it is not ordinary fine gold. It has a different color and is red, with light and no shadow. This is fine gold with a purity of over 90%. In terms of value, it is almost
Comparable to top-level spiritual weapons."
The old man stared closely at the fine gold in Han Yi's palm, his eyes shining brightly. If he hadn't tried hard to restrain himself, he would have almost wanted to grab the thing and appreciate it and caress it.
"Master Situ, are you sure that the value of this thing is comparable to a top-level spiritual weapon?" The woman seemed to be shocked by Master Situ's words, and asked a little unconvincingly.
"Miss, although I'm a little older, I'm not yet blind." The old man seemed a little unhappy and rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master, Xi'er never doubted your intentions." The woman said apologetically.
The old man waved his hand, but looked at the fine gold in Han Yi's hand with burning eyes.
"Han used this piece of fine gold in exchange for those spiritual materials. It's your Wanling Pavilion who made the profit." Han Yi looked at Master Situ and said, "Master Situ, although I don't know how to refine weapons, I also know how precious fine gold is.
, if this piece of fine gold is mixed into a high-level spiritual weapon of the same attribute, it can be upgraded to a higher level almost immediately."
Hearing Han Yi's words, the face of the woman in the front seat was slightly moved, and her eyes looking at the piece of fine gold were also a little different.
"Yes, if the purity of the fine gold itself is high enough, it will indeed have this effect." Master Situ nodded. At this moment, he had regained his composure and looked at Han Yi, "Master Han, can you let me check the exact purity of this fine gold?
"
"Of course." Han Yi tossed it casually, and the egg-sized fine gold shot straight towards the old man opposite.
Master Situ raised his hand and grabbed the piece of fine gold. However, the moment he touched it, he felt the power attached to the fine gold. The power surged in, making his body shake. He secretly used his spiritual power to eliminate it.
This boy was so powerful. I was secretly surprised. Even though his reaction was fast enough, the force still penetrated his body and completely shattered the mahogany square chair.
He took out a square container, which was filled with some kind of liquid metal. Master Situ put the fine gold into it. The fine gold slowly sank, and the liquid level continued to rise until it stopped at a certain mark.
.
"The purity of this fine gold has reached 99%." The old man couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's simply incredible."
"Sir, I wonder where you got this piece of fine gold?"
"Why, do I still need to know the origin of things when I'm trading with you Wanling Pavilion?" Han Yi's face was expressionless, but his tone was still as cold as the cold wind.
"Young Master misunderstood, it was an old man who made a mistake. This fast fine gold is of great value to the refiner. Refining top-level spiritual weapons is every refiner's dream, and this piece of fine gold can undoubtedly help us realize our dream.
So...I'm sorry, sir."
Master Situ said, stood up and bowed to Han Yi solemnly and apologized. The coldness in Han Yi's eyes melted a little. With his identity, he knew that he could apologize to himself after he made a mistake, so he was quite generous.
"Okay, since there is no problem with the fine gold, can we also take out what Han wants?"
"Xiao Ling, get the things." The woman named Xi'er ordered the maid beside her. Xiao Ling responded and left the room.
"Sir, if you exchange this piece of fine gold for those spiritual materials, you will suffer some losses." After a moment of silence, Master Situ said, "If I am not mistaken, you should be refining a high-level item.
It just so happens that I am the weapon refiner of Wanling Pavilion. If you are willing, I can refine this spiritual weapon for you for free."
"Han Yi understands the master's kindness, but this spiritual weapon is special, and I have already found a candidate to refine it."
"Well, the young master has other requests. If I can fulfill them, I will definitely not refuse them." Master Situ is obviously an open-minded person and does not want to take advantage of Han Yi. Although the piece of fine gold is small,
But if you use it properly, you can not only get one top-level spiritual weapon, but you can even get several more high-level spiritual weapons.