"Fellow Daoist Qin, compared with you, I am ridiculously stupid."

Seeing Ziyun's expression changing, he had a look of collapse on his face.

"What, fellow Taoist Ziyun, has my sword reached the eighth-grade spiritual sword level?"

Qin Cheng was a little surprised, and he didn't expect that he succeeded in the first attempt.

In fact, after practicing in the past few days, he is relatively comfortable with the seventh-grade spiritual sword. As for the eighth-grade spiritual sword, he has tried to refine it before, but has failed several times.

Therefore, this time, Ziyun was specially allowed to watch him refining the spirit sword, in the hope that through Ziyun, he could see what problems existed in his refining.

I just didn't expect that this time I was lucky enough to succeed.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, no, Senior Qin, this is a real eighth-grade spiritual sword." Ziyun said awkwardly.

"But I want to ask, if you spill the gold powder, aren't you afraid that it will be destroyed by such a high temperature?"

This is also the biggest doubt in Ziyun's mind.

Is Qin Cheng just lucky, or does he really understand things thoroughly?

"That's what you said." Qin Cheng nodded without thinking too much.

"The temperature of this gold powder is too low, which will affect the communication effect of spiritual energy. The higher the effect, the better. So I had to find the critical point, so I used the method of extreme fire to wrap the gold powder. When the time was right, I immediately integrated it into it.

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"Wrap them with breath and test the degree of melting one by one."

Ziyun was stunned, why didn't he think that there was such a way?

But if you think about it carefully, Qin Cheng's method is indeed reliable.

From this point of view, Qincheng's success was not due to luck at all, but because he was really thoughtful and capable.

"Senior Qin, can I take a look at this sword?" Ziyun said.

Qin Cheng nodded and handed the roughly completed spiritual sword to Ziyun.

"roar!"

As soon as Ziyun took it, she was startled.

There was a roar of dragon roaring from the sword body, and then a golden light shot into the sky and disappeared immediately.

"This is?"

"Oh, I heard Senior Fu say before that the sword is the emperor of all weapons. I think the dragon is also the emperor of all beasts, so I integrated a ray of understanding of the dragon into this aura." Qin Cheng said.

"Can it still be like this?" Ziyun was completely confused.

"By the way, why did you call me senior again?"

Qin Cheng smiled silently, "What's going on with this guy Ziyun? Didn't he agree to call him his equal when Fu Tian was away?"

"No, I thought about it and it's more appropriate to call you senior."

Ziyun looked up at the sky, tears streaming down her face.

Master the method of melting gold powder, and you can also merge the dragon's origin into the spiritual sword.

Senior Qin, there is such a huge disparity in strength between you and me. Now that you are better at refining weapons than me, why should I be called fellow Taoist? This is not appropriate.

I had the guts to call you Daoist Fellow Qin before because I thought that my own skill in weapon refining was far better than yours and that I could teach you a thing or two.

As a result, your sword-making skills, old man, are no longer inferior to mine. What qualifications do I have to be worthy of being equal to my peers?

Even if Master doesn't know, I don't have the face to do it myself.

Ziyun couldn't help but recall how proud he was in front of Qin Cheng at the beginning.

It's so embarrassing, I just want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

I'm a guide, no guide.

"Senior Qin, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Ziyun was so frustrated by Qin Cheng that he had no shame to stay any longer, so Ziyun immediately ran away.

But in fact, Ziyun's level of weapon refining is still much higher than Qin Cheng's.

Apart from anything else, Qin Cheng knew nothing but refining swords.

However, Ziyun followed Fu Tian and was proficient in the refining methods of various treasures. This was a big difference.

But after all, Qin Cheng had only practiced for ten days, and he surpassed him in sword refining. This made Ziyun collapse for a while, especially since he had boasted that he was very capable before.

Shaking his head, not knowing that Ziyun had so many complicated thoughts in his mind, Qin Cheng tried the power of this eighth-grade spiritual sword.

Infused with spiritual energy, the sword energy soared into the sky like a rainbow,

With a casual stroke, the void trembled, and a sharp sword blade directly cut off the bluestone in the distance.

"The power of the eighth-grade spiritual sword should be almost the same."

Putting away the red gold sword, Qin Cheng's eyes lit up.

Although this spiritual sword can be used alone, it is probably only at the level of a Fusion Realm monk, and it is absolutely impossible for a Tribulation Realm monk to take a fancy to it.

But what I want to build is not a top-level spiritual sword, and I don’t have this ability for the time being.

What Qincheng needs is a thousand, ten thousand or even more such spiritual swords.

As long as the number is stacked up, the power will be doubled.

Moreover, it is already the ninth day of my weapon refining, and I will leave tomorrow.

Li Qianqian had helped him before, so Qin Cheng would definitely not default on his debt.

Besides, we still have to go find the other party and get the treasures that can shield the secret from being detected. We have to go there.

But during this time, the feeling of being probed disappeared.

I don't know if Xiong Xuan is scared or if he is hatching some other plan.

In the following time, Qin Cheng built some more spiritual swords, and the sky turned from dark to clear again.

It's time to leave too.

At this time, walking out of the place covered by the formation and looking at the surrounding valleys again, Qin Cheng felt as if he was in another world.

These days, several months have been spent in the medicine refining space, and most of the day is spent refining the weapons. It really feels like a long time has passed.

Futian, who had gone to seclusion before, had also come out of seclusion.

His eyes were red and he looked a little tired.

With a wave of his hand, Fu Tian handed the two jade slips to Qin Cheng.

"Senior, what is this?" Qin Cheng felt the weight of the jade slip and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Little friend Qin, I know you are leaving. In the past three days, I have put all my understanding of the sword refining method and my experience into one of the jade slips."

Although his eyes were bloodshot, Fu Tian had a smile on his face.

"The other jade slip records the refining methods of various spirit swords. Spirit swords are not just one kind. There are also many different techniques. Little friend Qin can slowly understand them in the future."

"Senior's retreat is to leave me the jade slips of inheritance."

Qin Cheng couldn't help but feel a little moved.

I thought Fu Tian was thinking about merging earth fire, but unexpectedly, he also considered the direction of refining weapons after he left.

Although Futian did not allow him to become a disciple, in this way, he obviously treated himself as a disciple.

Even the general master-disciple relationship may not be so close.

"Senior Fu, thank you very much."

Qin Cheng put his hands together and bowed earnestly, as a disciple.

"After all, there is a half-teacher friendship, and of course I have to do it with a clear conscience."

Fu Tian grabbed Qin Cheng and also smiled.

"Little friend Qin, the earth fire test here has been completed. Maybe I have to leave the Demonic Mountains. I give you this sound transmission jade slip, which can be used to communicate whether it is necessary or not."

"If I go too far and exceed the range of the jade slip, you can use this iron bird."
Chapter completed!