"Ha...ha...Senior brother...I really can't get my breath back. Hugh...take a rest for a while."
Wu Qingce, who was exhausted, lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out and said.
Throwing the two shadowless darts back to Wu Qingce's side, Jiang Beiran said: "The speed has indeed improved a lot, and the shadowless darts are also used well. It can be seen that you have put in some effort."
"Many...thank you for the compliment, senior brother."
"Can you still stand up?"
"able!"
Taking a deep breath, Wu Qingce forced himself to stand up.
Nodding with satisfaction, Jiang Beiran walked up to Wu Qingce and took out a crow-green sword from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to him sideways.
"then."
Wu Qingce was stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed and stretched out his hands to take the sword.
"This sword is called Wanjun. I made it with Pluto Iron. With the thunder spirit energy in your body, it can exert its maximum power. I give it to you."
"Wanjun..." Wu Qingce repeated it in a low voice, then came back to his senses and shouted loudly: "Thank you, senior brother, for the sword!"
"Let's go find a place to try the sword."
After taking a Qingling pill given by his senior brother last time, Wu Qingce, who recovered a large amount of profound energy, immediately followed Jiang Beiran down the mountain.
Arriving in a valley dozens of miles away, Jiang Beiran stopped and turned around and said to Wu Qingce, who was desperately trying to catch up, "Just right here."
"yes!"
Relying on the Qingling Pill, Wu Qingce had recovered all the spiritual energy he had just consumed on the way, and was now in full strength again.
Holding the hilt of the Wanjun sword with his right hand, Wu Qingce glanced at his senior brother first, and when the latter nodded, Wu Qingce suddenly pulled Wanjun out of the scabbard.
Different from the sound made by ordinary swords when they are unsheathed, Wanjun sounded like a muffled thunder when he was unsheathed, which made Wu Qingce's heart tremble.
After admiring the azure blue sword pattern that looked like wild thunder, Wu Qingce waved his Wanjun and made several sword moves. The sword energy generated by the moves alone cut several surrounding boulders in half.
Wu Qingce waited until there was nothing around to shout about, then ran back to Jiang Beiran and saluted: "Thank you, senior brother!"
"Does it work?"
"That's great! Senior brother's forging skills are really ingenious, superb, uncanny, and unparalleled!"
"But you didn't do it right at all."
"Ah?" Wu Qingce was stunned.
"Here comes the sword."
Jiang Beiran stretched out his hand to Wu Qingce.
Putting the Wanjun on his senior brother's hands with respectful hands, Wu Qingce stepped back dozens of meters in a wise manner, his eyes full of anticipation.
"Watch it, I will only demonstrate it to you once."
Jiang Beiran said and threw a green pill with a red halo into his mouth.
The next second, Wanjun's sword suddenly erupted with a burst of dazzling light, and at the same time clear cyan lines lit up on the sword.
Then Jiang Beiran waved his right hand, and Wanjun shattered into pieces under Wu Qingce's extremely surprised eyes.
"this……"
In Wu Qingce's increasingly shocked expression, the Wanjun was broken into seven pieces and flew into the air. Each piece glowed with dazzling white light like lightning, accompanied by the sound of "crackling" thunder and lightning.
"fall!"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
…
Following Jiang Beiran's soft shout, seven pieces of ten thousand pieces of stone hit the ground at the same time like seven thunderbolts.
Looking at the seven large black pits in front of him, Wu Qingce suddenly understood why the name of this sword was Wanjun.
Before Wu Qingce could close his mouth, he saw the seven pieces of ten thousand pieces in the pit flying towards his senior brother again, and reassembled into a complete sword body.
"Too...too...too..."
Wu Qingce stuttered as he walked towards Jiang Beiran, and his speed became faster and faster. Finally, he knelt down in front of Jiang Beiran, hugged his thighs and said, "That's amazing, senior brother!"
"Go, go, don't be embarrassed."
After kicking Wu Qingce away, Jiang Beiran inserted the Wanjun into the scabbard and said, "Do you understand?"
Wu Qingce, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and said: "It seems that I understand it, but I can't learn it..."
"After eating the Thunder Flame Body Tempering Pill just now, the thunder spirit energy in your body will become more and more powerful in the future, and the thunder spirit energy is the key to driving this weapon."
Upon hearing this, Wu Qingce was suddenly shocked.
He understood that the Body Tempering Pill, Wanjun, and the Shensu Pill were all tailor-made for him by his senior brother, in order to help him win the title of the Young Heroes Association this time.
"Brother!!!"
With an excited shout, Wu Qingce rushed towards Jiang Beiran again, but was ruthlessly kicked away by Jiang Beiran again.
Wiping away two tears of emotion, Wu Qingce raised his head and asked: "Senior brother... Could it be that the Wanjun you made is already a magic weapon?"
Jiang Beiran: "No, it's still far away, but it does have the potential to become a magic weapon."
After seeing many magic weapons and ancient books, Jiang Beiran knew that there were two ways to create magic weapons.
One is to make it like the piece of cloud armor that Shi Fenglan lent him. It is made of precious materials that are rich in spiritual power, and allows strong people to stimulate its potential, so as to achieve the effect of one plus one being far greater than two.
The second is to cultivate the spirit of weapons.
The so-called weapon spirit means that a weapon or armor may develop spiritual wisdom after being nurtured by its owner for a long time. This weapon spirit is very loyal to the owner who nourished it. When it becomes stronger, it can even have emotions and be able to
Perception and learning, and autonomous response to some external situations.
Eventually it reaches the point where it can absorb external spiritual energy, maintain and strengthen itself, thereby completing the leap from a unique product to a magic weapon.
It is extremely difficult to cultivate a weapon spirit, but Jiang Beiran found some tips after reading a lot of books. First of all, the potential of the object itself must be high.
This can be achieved through excellent materials and superb skills.
The second is that the user's talent must be strong enough, which may also resonate with the weapon spirit.
If the two are combined into one, the birth rate of weapon spirits will increase a little, but only a little... the rest can only be determined by luck.
Throwing the Wanjun back to Wu Qingce, Jiang Beiran said: "Think of the reasons for how to obtain the sword yourself, and don't make any mistakes."
"Senior brother, please rest assured." Wu Qingce held the sword in his hand and said.
But when he looked up again, he found that his senior brother had disappeared.
'Senior brother! I will definitely win the title!'