Mingkong, who didn't understand Wang Jingzhu's thoughts, asked, "Has Junior Sister Wang considered customizing one?"
"custom made?"
"Yeah. You can tell the weapon refiner your idea and ask the weapon refiner to help with the design. They will definitely have a way."
"But..." Wang Jingzhu frowned.
"There should be many weapon refiners in Junior Sister Wang's family, right?"
Wang Jingzhu frowned, seeming helpless. "Those weapon refiners, they... are just... alas..."
Mingkong was considerate and seemed to understand Wang Jingzhu's difficulties immediately. "My sect has a weapon-refining peak with thousands of weapon-refining masters. There are more than ten weapon-refining masters and above. Junior Sister Wang, do you want to go to my sect to customize one? I'll find you a weapon-refining master. The most powerful senior brother, I guarantee your satisfaction."
"Okay. I'll trouble you, Brother Mingkong. How many refined coins do you need? I'll give them to you now." Wang Jingzhu said and took out a stack of refined coins.
Ming Kong waved his hand. "Junior sister Wang, I'm afraid you have to make a trip in person to meet my senior brother. You can discuss among yourselves what requirements you have and how much he will cost. I am here to send the message. If the message is wrong, wouldn't it be a delay for junior sister? Matter?" I don't want to do it for you. Otherwise, when will the task of bringing you back to the sect be completed?
Wang Jingzhu actually has the idea of visiting Wentian Sect, but what if he meets Wang Jingzhu's fiancé Li Yu? It seems that Li Yu is a master of weapon refining.
"Senior Brother Mingkong, can I take the liberty of asking which master of weapon refining in your sect you plan to introduce to me?"
"Senior Brother Fusheng! He has a good temper and is kind." He is probably the only one who can accept your novel statement, Junior Sister. The other weapon refiners will probably spit on your face. Muji Immortal Jewelry is not suitable for ordinary people, haha... Whoever dares to say this at the Weapon Refining Peak will definitely be beaten to death.
It’s not Li Yu, that’s fine.
Wang Jingzhu was very moved. "Can I really join your Wentian Sect?"
"Of course! Junior sister Wang, you are now one of the most important allies of our sect. My master has long been looking forward to having you as a guest. If you go, my master will definitely be very happy!"
Wang Jingzhu thought of the old man Xingzhi, and then thought of the original wine business. Maybe, if you pretend to be happy, sell tens of thousands more kilograms of Wentianzong original wine? Just in time to earn some white crystal.
"Really? Then let's leave now?"
"Okay!" Ming Kong's flying sword immediately floated into the air.
Wang Jingzhu looked at the flying sword and felt depressed again. "I can't go. My little plane has been taken away by my family. They don't let me run around."
It’s not that I don’t have the magic weapon to fly, it’s just that my family is too strict.
Wang Guoyu and Sun Weihong did not allow Wang Jingzhu to run around. As for the small plane, it is Wang Jingzhu’s toy.
Mingkong was a little confused. What kind of flying magic weapon is the small plane? Never heard of it.
"If Junior Sister Wang doesn't mind, I can take you flying..." Halfway through, Mingkong felt that Wang Jingzhu might not be able to accept flying with the flying sword, so he changed his words, "Or I can accompany you on the spaceship."
Before Mingkong could finish speaking, Wang Jingzhu had already jumped onto Mingkong's flying sword. "Senior Brother Mingkong, please take me to fly! I'm very light." Wang Jingzhu had never flown with a sword before. She had just learned the art of sword control and had not yet truly flown by herself.
As soon as she got up to heaven, Wang Jingzhu's hair was messed up by the strong wind.
Mingkong was very confused. This junior sister didn't behave like someone who could fly with a sword at all. "Junior sister Wang, won't you release your spiritual energy to protect your body?"
"Hahaha, the wind is actually quite good! If you don't believe it, try it. It feels like your hair is being messed up by the strong wind, as if all your worries have been blown away." Wang Jingzhu laughed awkwardly. It turns out that when wielding a sword, one needs to release spiritual energy to protect the body. I feel like I have read a lot of books in vain because I never write down the key knowledge points.
"Really?" Mingkong actually believed it, removed the spirit glow, and followed Wang Jingzhu, letting the strong wind blow his hair into a mess.
"Hahaha..." Wang Jingzhu looked at Mingfa's messy hair and couldn't help laughing.
Mingkong thought Wang Jingzhu was enjoying the wind and shook his head. "I don't believe it, I can't enjoy this wind!" Mingkong held up the spirit glow again.
"I feel uncomfortable after blowing for a long time." Wang Jingzhu walked down the slope, not daring to keep pretending, and quickly released her spiritual energy, forming a layer of spiritual light around her body, blocking the strong wind caused by the flying sword piercing the air. I felt comfortable instantly. call--
However, keeping releasing the spiritual brilliance means constantly consuming spiritual power. Wang Jingzhu couldn't help but question: "Wouldn't it be exhausting to fly like this?"
"It's okay. Junior Sister Wang, does your small plane consume very little?"
"There's no consumption. When I'm on a plane, I can sleep."
Mingkong: Is that a shuttle? You can have your own shuttle in the foundation building stage, but it's different if you have money... No, Junior Sister Wang didn't build the foundation yesterday... Hiss! Could it be that he is hiding his cultivation? How high is Junior Sister Wang’s cultivation?
A genius disciple of the Golden Core Stage, the Mingkong Flying Sword is of a high level, he also has abundant spiritual power, and his flying speed is close to the speed of sound.
Even so, it took nearly an hour to arrive at Wentian Sect.
As a disciple of the Wentian Sect, Mingkong did not need to report at the sect gate. He passed directly through the sect-protecting formation from above the sect gate and entered the Wentian Sect.
When looking at Wentian Sect outside, Wentian Sect is always shrouded in a layer of fog and cannot be seen clearly.
Entering it and overlooking the mountains, Wang Jingzhu had to sigh.
There are thousands of miles of mountains and mountains. Various spiritual trees and fairy fruits are planted on the mountain, and the spiritual fields in the mountains are lush and full of spiritual valley elixirs.
There are no monsters running around and wreaking havoc, only spiritual birds and beasts passing by occasionally.
Children are running freely and laughing in the mountains, and old farmers are busy in the fields, working hard but safe.
If it were Wang Jingzhu from Anqing City, he would definitely exclaim, "What a fairy scene", and would be reluctant to leave, and would shamelessly want to stay.
As for Wang Jingzhu?
There is nothing surprising about this. Isn't this a normal human scene? And there's nothing artistic about it. Every hilltop is similar and has no characteristics. Especially those buildings, except for a few tall towers that are slightly imposing, the others are all green bricks and black tiles, and courtyards. In some ravines, there are many thatched huts, and rough-dressed servants lie down in the haystacks to catch lice.
Wang Jingzhu's impression of Wentianzong was very general, that is, the territory was very large.
It's really big.
After entering Wentian Sect, we flew for nearly half an hour before we arrived. This is not the core area of Wentian Sect, it is just the welcoming peak for entertaining guests.
Yingke Peak is not a single peak, but is composed of a main peak and several small peaks. It covers an area of dozens of square kilometers, equivalent to a small town in Xia State.
The flying sword landed, and Mingkong led Wang Jingzhu into a courtyard.
The courtyard is surrounded by green bamboos and is named "Quiet and Elegant Residence".
Wang Jingzhu felt as if this name was tailor-made for her. She couldn't help but secretly wonder: Could it have just been hung up?
