The gold and silver threads on the black robe of the young man flowed slowly. He looked up at the sky above his head. Through the thick hall and the rocks and mud, he could see the strange scene of turbulence in the sky. The seal was broken, and the upper world was opened. His traces could be found.
Then he looked to the very far northeast and saw a series of mountains with attic palaces.
The scenery is still there, but things have changed and people have changed.
The man looked away, his slender eyes not changing much, and said: "Your sword is in tatters. I will help you repair it if you have some time. If you have any materials on you, just take it out."
Zhang Wenfeng bowed slightly and quickly took off the bronze sword with its scabbard and put it in the air without saying anything.
This senior from more than 5,000 years ago offered to help him repair his sword and return the favor of "awakening" him, which made the little worry in his heart disappear. After all, there are not too many bastards in the world who repay kindness with hatred.
He took out the twenty kilograms of Xuanlin gold liquid that he had kept from the storage space. He still had nearly two hundred kilograms left in the sect's treasure house, a small box of black crystal black jade, black silver, black gold material beads, and two pieces of Caiyun gold. The last piece of gloomy wood is a thin gray light marble as big as a palm and a square black endless wood about a foot long.
He took out all the materials he thought were good. The opportunity was rare, and he was not stingy with the treasures.
The young man looked at a pile of inconspicuous items, threw the light marble back to Zhang Wenfeng, and said: "This stone is worth some money, but it is not used for sword repair. You have a wooden bead in your arms, take it out if you are willing." Mounted on the hilt of the sword."
There was no reason why Zhang Wenfeng was reluctant to part with it. He quickly took out the wooden magic bead and put it in the air, then put the light marble stone into the storage space.
The young man waved his hand and arranged the materials in the air into a circle. A ball of flame swept silently, and in an instant, almost all the materials turned into lumps of liquid of different sizes.
He reached out and pulled out the broken bronze sword, and wiped the blade of the sword with the palm of his left hand. The entire sword seemed to melt and shine with a brilliant red light.
As he waved his fingers one after another and inserted bits of material, the sword became more and more dazzling.
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't understand the opponent's weapon refining technique. He didn't use a refining furnace, but relied on the real fire of cultivation. He had only seen a few records in the classics, and it was the most advanced virtual refining method.
He noticed that almost all the materials were burned by the flames released by the man, with less than 10% remaining, and most of the rest turned into ashes.
All the essence is concentrated, and this essence is too little.
The man was refining the weapon very quickly. In the blink of an eye, he poured all the materials into the fiery red sword. Holding it in his hands, he moved smoothly and gracefully. He looked at the sword in the air that was not completely solidified. He seemed a little dissatisfied and stretched his hand into the air. He grabbed a ball of rich wood energy essence and threw it at the sword.
"Pfft", the sword emitted white mist.
The man used two fingers to twist the magic wood bead hanging on one side and pressed it directly on the hilt of the sword.
A brand new sword with a bronze color and faint golden scales flew down in front of Zhang Wenfeng. The hilt was in the shape of a clumsy fishtail. The blade seemed simple and unpretentious, and the divine light was restrained. The nearby aura was activated and they swarmed towards the sword.
Zhang Wenfeng fell in love with this restored sword at a glance. He couldn't tell the grade of the sword, so he didn't take the sword first. He bowed and said, "Senior, please give me a name for the sword."
The man smiled and said: "It's not something outstanding if you do it casually... Let's call it the Xuanyuan Sword. It is modeled after the 'Tai Shang Xuanyuan Sword'. You have to spend some time to practice it."
He reached out and grabbed it, and a string of colorful beads appeared in his hand.
Zhang Wenfeng held the sword in his hand. He could withstand the remaining high temperature on the sword. He recognized that the object in the man's hand was the nine beads used to suppress the ancient tomb. Among them, the green wood pill beads looked familiar to him.
"This string of 'Nine Star Flowing Beads' is too powerful and has too many causes and effects. It would be a disaster to give it away to you. I will take away the energy contained in it and give you the shell of the flow beads later to say this to you."
The man put the beads on his wrist, and the only ones who could wake him up were the Taoist disciples. He had long thought that this day would come.
Zhang Wenfeng inserted the brand-new Xuanyuan Sword into the ill-fitting scabbard, bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for the generous reward."
Even just a string of flowing beads shells is probably an incredible treasure. From what the man said, he could find a way to restore the energy in the flowing beads. There was no rush, and it was impossible to do it with his current cultivation level.
"Excuse me, what do you call me, senior?"
"When you can ascend to the upper world in the future, we may meet each other, and it won't be too late to get to know each other then. I will send you out, and you will retreat a hundred miles away until the noise is louder."
The man rolled up his sleeves, and the next moment, the two of them appeared in the air outside.
There were dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, just like a dark night, except for a circle of light on the horizon.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, his hair stood on end, and he was frightened.
Under the power of God, he could not move at all.
The man waved his sleeves again, and Zhang Wenfeng flew dozens of miles dizzy, breaking away from the suppression of Tianwei. When he saw Tukun, Yang Shuilan and the donkey surrounded him, shouting: "Quickly, leave a hundred miles away, that senior is going to
Overcome the tribulation!"
He had seen the battle before Mo Ye left, and it was the same scene.
Tu Kun glanced at the figure in the center of the calamity cloud in the distance, his eyes full of envy, and flew to the east, sending a message and asking: "Who is that senior's name, and what is his approximate cultivation level?"
"I can't tell. Senior said that we will get to know each other after we go to the upper world."
Zhang Wenfeng conveyed that he was too far removed from his predecessors, so the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with not telling him his name.
Yang Shuilan interrupted and said, "Maybe there are seven levels."
More than five hundred years ago, she had met many shamans and Tao cultivators in the early sixth level. Very few people in the lower world could cultivate to above the mid-sixth level. Conditions and time did not allow for it. The man in Taoist robes standing under the calamity cloud,
The feeling it gave her was too enigmatic.
Tu Kun nodded slightly. He felt that the senior had at least a seventh-level cultivation level to be able to face the thunder calamity so calmly.
A few people were talking, and they were hundreds of miles away. It was the morning sun that was rising brightly.
Looking back, I looked towards the area where the dark clouds were hanging low and it was almost completely dark.
Being able to watch a tribulation is a great thing that Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan both dream of. They can gain something from their realm cultivation, but Zhang Wenfeng and Donkey are far behind. They cannot see that far and can only feel the power of heaven and earth.
After waiting for a while, Tu Kun suddenly said: "Here we come!"
There was a loud thunderclap, and a red thunder light fell from the sky, striking hard on the head of the man who stood proudly between heaven and earth.
Seeing the colorful rays of light bursting out from the man's body, he easily caught the calamity thunder. He had enough energy to look up and waved to the sky. Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan secretly said "master", daring to challenge under the calamity thunder. There is no doubt about the other party's cultivation level.
There are at least seven levels.
Zhang Wenfeng couldn't see the man going through the tribulation, but every thunder strike made his heart skip a beat.
There was a continual thunder behind him, and he had to use his energy and breath to resist the power of the thunder. It was so scary, but fortunately he was still so far away.
When the sky and the earth suddenly became silent, I opened my eyes again and saw that the dark clouds were quickly dissipating.
The man has long since disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands and saluted in the distance, only to find that the Nine Star Liuzhu, a string of nine beads, was attached to his left wrist at some point. It was black in color and had no luster at all. It looked ordinary, but the wooden head bead was
Danzhu was also lost to everyone.
"It's amazing! Let's go and have a look nearby!"
Tu Kun showed excitement on his face, said hello, and he and Yang Shuilan couldn't wait to fly away.
While the remnants of the catastrophe are still there, they want to experience it up close.
Both of them have gained something, and they need to go back and retreat for a few days to digest it.
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