Four hundred and sixtieth eight chapters without front
"Master, this is not..." Before Shi Yingxue could say anything, Ye Qingqiu put down the tea cup in his hand and lightly touched Feng Ming's sword with his fingers.
"Back then, I also asked others to forge weapons for her..." Unexpectedly, before Ye Qingqiu could finish his words, the man shouted again in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, who are you? I have a name! My name is Fang Lanzhi!"
Fang Langzhi!
As soon as he said his name, Shi Yingxue knew who he was.
Fang Langzhi was not the most famous or powerful weapon maker on the mainland. He only made swords in his life and never touched any other weapons.
There are many artifacts that came out of his hands, such as "Twilight" and "Fengming", there are more than a dozen, and there is even a "holy artifact".
This sacred instrument was refined by the young Fang Langzhi for an unidentified visitor about five thousand years ago. When it was born, it was dawn in the east, the sky was full of glow, and thousands of birds were singing in unison, so he named it "Xiaobai".
Fang Langzhi was not greedy for this sacred weapon and handed it over to the visitor as promised.
"Xiao Bai" became famous after one battle. Although Fang Lanzhi never forged a sacred weapon again, he still left the legend of "Xiao Bai" on the mainland. His divine weapons also have their own merits and are no less outstanding.
Although Shi Yingxue could not connect such a magnificent past with the naive and cute man in front of him, he had to sigh that these world-famous seniors must have their own strengths.
The most amazing thing is that he dared to interrupt Ye Qingqiu's speech.
This was the first time that Shi Yingxue saw someone dare to interrupt Ye Qingqiu's speech.
Ye Qingqiu stopped, his cold eyes rested on Fang Langzhi for a moment, and the corners of his red lips curled slightly: "Noisy."
His fingertips shimmered a little, and flew to Fang Lanzhi's mouth with a swish. Fang Lanzhi couldn't dodge and cast a "silencing curse", and her mouth was directly sealed by Ye Qingqiu.
Fang Lanzhi still wanted to speak, but unfortunately he couldn't open his mouth at all, so he couldn't say anything and could only stare on the spot.
"If my little disciple hadn't been able to see the bloody scene here, I would have ripped off your head today."
really!
What Shi Yingxue just thought about, "Twist off your skull," came true.
"My master asked this obscure Fang Lanzhi to forge weapons for Ah Qian and her. Since she is younger, I also know that she prefers gold, silver and rich things, so Fang Lanzhi forged this long weapon with gold and dragon paintings.
sword."
Ye Qingqiu stopped chatting and continued the topic just now.
He completely lifted the brocade cloth covering Feng Ming's head, revealing the quiet fiery red sword underneath.
Shi Yingxue could feel a scorching fire spirit coming from the ground, and vaguely seemed to see a flying phoenix flying into the sky, whistling softly.
Fang Langzhi's ability is evident.
Phoenix blood...
Ye Qingqiu and Fang Lanzhi definitely put in more than a little effort for this sword.
It's a pity that Yuan Ruo has passed away, and this sword has also lost its owner.
Ye Qingqiu took Feng Ming out at this time for?
"My teacher heard that you came to Surprise Stone Shop to buy things. At first I was afraid that you didn't have enough spirit stones, so I asked Fang Langzhi to look after you. But you surprised me. I originally thought you wanted to buy some raw materials and go back to study.
Item refining, but I didn’t expect that when you bought it, you would get meteorite and star thunder stone.”
Ye Qingqiu's pale fingertips lightly touched Feng Ming's sword, and the sword made a clanking sound, as sharp as ever.
"I remembered the shortcomings of your sword, and guessed that you probably wanted to repair it and recast it. However, I don't know if you have successfully found a new sword soul. I remembered that there is a little phoenix blood in it, although it is not as precious as the sword soul.
, but it’s also a good material.”
Shi Yingxue immediately understood what Ye Qingqiu meant.
Ye Qingqiu just said that he wanted to melt Yuan Ruo's Fengming and give it to Shi Yingxue to use it to recast Yi Rushuang.
this......
Shi Yingxue knew that she could not change Ye Qingqiu's mind, so she turned her doubtful and pleading eyes to Fang Lanzhi aside: "Senior Fang, this..."
"Uh huh!" Fang Lanzhi was still sealed by the silencing curse and couldn't say anything.
Ye Qingqiu "showed mercy" and untied him, and he immediately gasped for air. At the same time, he said to Shi Yingxue: "I heard from your master that your sword has a bad soul and needs to be replaced."
Soul, there is no benefit in using the dragon soul of the appendage dragon on your sword. If you have to replace it in the future, it will only cause damage to the sword again and again.
Feng Ming has become a masterless sword now. That girl didn't learn well, but now her sword is still somewhat useful, she is worthy of me."
Shi Yingxue frowned.
Shi Yingxue felt uncomfortable using Yuan Ruo's old sword to make up for her Yi Rushuang;
What's more, she already has a dragon soul in her hand, and the phoenix blood is not enough in front of the real dragon's soul.
Besides, Yuan Ruo is dead. She did evil during her lifetime, but the sword did nothing wrong. It is better to keep it than to use it as a raw material for repairing another sword.
The sword is the soul of the sword cultivator. Yuan Ruo threw away all its integrity, but Shi Yingxue wanted to give it the last respect.
Ye Qingqiu understood Shi Yingxue's expression. He probably had something to say, but in the end it turned into a smile: "Axue already has a better idea in mind?"
Seeing Shi Yingxue nodding when he heard the words, Ye Qingqiu wrapped up Feng Ming and threw it back to Fang Lanzhi from a distance: "Then you can take it back. Leaving this sword with me will only increase your disappointment."
Fang Lanzhi pursed her lips and put Feng Ming away again. Looking at Shi Yingxue lowering her eyes and not knowing what to think, she rolled her eyes and said, "Xiao Ruyi, your master told me before that your sword has no grade.
Can you open my eyes?"
Fang Lanzhi was Ye Qingqiu's good friend, and Shi Yingxue was not stingy either. She immediately took out her will like frost and held it in front of Fang Lanzhi with both hands.
Seeing that Fang Langzhi seemed to want to hold the hilt of the sword, Shi Yingxue quickly stopped her: "Don't hold the hilt of the sword!"
Fang Lanzhi stopped as he was told, but still curiously stretched out a finger to touch the hilt of the sword.
Shi Yingxue and Ye Qingqiu both clearly saw a light wave of light flicking out from the hilt of the sword. Fang Lanzhi quickly retracted her finger, but was still injured by the light wave, and there was a thin line on her finger.
Not a shallow wound.
"What a powerful restriction!"
Not only did Fang Lanzhi not find it strange, but there was a look of admiration on his face. He couldn't put it down, holding Yi Rushuang in his arms, looking around, and couldn't help but ask: "Who made this sword of yours?"
"Senior, haven't you seen that this sword has no grade?"
Shi Yingxue couldn't help but ask, where is the master? It's just the sword he made back then.
"There is no grade, it's just that you don't recognize it."
Fang Langzhi's eyes burst out with an expression of ecstasy.