The faint blue Xiao Nanming swayed from the fire and sent out a message for peace, but it was very difficult due to lack of wisdom. I sent it dozens of times before I could convey the clear meaning intermittently.
"Willing-willing-cooperate-cooperate"
"Children can be taught!"
Chu Feng's tense expression relaxed. The moment he turned around, with a wave of his hand, brown meteorites from the sky, black Jiutian Xuantie, and white floating fairy mountain rocks flew over and entered the small Bagua furnace one after another.
Xiao Nanming, who was temporarily subdued, resigned from the fire and worked very cooperatively to peel off the impurities on the stone. Little blue sparks flickered, and the seemingly ordinary stones and iron blocks became either crystal clear or as red as fire. The strange beauty is intoxicating.
Soon, when it came to the critical moment of carving the formation, Chu Feng stared at Xiao Nanming Lihuo for a while. Seeing that the other party was still calm, he calmed down. Throughout the day and night, different and complex formations were carved out by Chu Feng's hands. By evening, all that was left was the flying formation, and he was done.
"Zheng..."
There was a clanging sound from the small Bagua furnace filled with purple energy, and many blue sparks splashed out. The flying sword that has been formed is no longer resting in the little Bagua furnace.
Chu Feng, who was agitated by this sudden turn of events, almost lost all his previous efforts with his hands shaking.
"Nanming Lihuo, hold her steady"
Chu Feng shouted loudly and increased the speed of carving the flying formation.
Xiao Nanming, who was originally ill, came out of the fire, just like a blue dragon out of the sea, releasing terrifying flames from the bottom of the Xiaobagua furnace, suppressing the restless Feijian.
Everything returned to calm, and except for a busy Taoist priest, there was no sound in the huge Xiantian Spiritual Root Garden.
When the moon rose above the willow trees, Hu Erniang and Xifu appeared at the door of the Xiantian Spiritual Root Garden one after another. They seemed to have something to do. Seeing that Chu Feng was busy, they stood for a while and then left again.
In the middle of the night, it started to rain lightly. Due to the extremely high temperature near the Little Bagua Stove, the dripping rain turned into a mist of mist. Chu Feng and the Little Bagua Stove were hidden in it, and only the outline of Chu Feng and the Little Bagua Stove could be seen from the outside.
As time went by, the night became darker and everything was quiet. Suddenly, a green flying sword came out of the fog, with unparalleled momentum, broke through the night and went straight into the sky.
"Where to go!"
Chu Feng, who looked tired, rushed out of the mist, stepped on the auspicious clouds, and chased after him.
Reaching the clouds, the flying sword relying on the flying formation took the lead, with Chu Feng chasing after him. The large clouds and mist were knocked away and turned into pieces of clouds. The scene was spectacular.
At dawn, Chu Feng came to a desert in the northwest.
In the middle of the endless yellow Gobi Desert, a four-foot-long blue sword was inserted quietly.
In order to avoid alerting her, Chu Feng stood at a distance, took out the wish bottle, and threw thousands of swords and thousands of paper figures. Distributed among the clouds with sword control skills.
Sensing the danger, Feijian suddenly soared into the sky. But it was still a step too late, and was smashed down by a cloud of flying swords and paper figures.
"good chance"
Chu Feng flew over quickly and grabbed the flying sword.
"Zheng..."
The flying sword trembled violently.
When Chu Feng saw this, he bit his finger and dropped a drop of blood on it.
The effect is very obvious, but within a breath, Feijian calmed down, and her unpretentious appearance made people mistakenly think that she was an ordinary long sword.
"Oops, I forgot something!"
Chu Feng threw the flying sword into the air and then stepped on it.
The flying sword turned into the size of a boat at a speed visible to the naked eye, trembled, and soared into the sky, much faster than the auspicious clouds before.
Chu Feng still felt slow and kept inputting spiritual energy.
The speed of Feijian's advance suddenly doubled, and it didn't take long to reach Leize in the northwest corner of the Fairy Mountain.
"go in"
Chu Feng directly threw the flying sword in.
The next scene made Chu Feng feel a little embarrassed. He already had a spiritual flying sword and was very afraid of thunder and lightning. He relied on his speed to dodge in all directions. Occasionally, when it is struck by lightning, it will continue to roar.
"Without the baptism of thunder and lightning, you are just an ordinary flying sword!"
Chu Feng shouted at Leizeli's flying sword.
But it’s useless, I’m still afraid. It didn't take long for the flying sword to fly back. Except for a few black marks on the end of the blade that were struck by lightning, the rest was no different from before.
"Waste Sword"
Chu Feng, who felt disappointed, kicked the flying sword deep into Leize.
Returning to the Xiantian Spiritual Root Garden, in front of the Small Bagua Furnace, Chu Feng made a move with his hand, and meteorites from the sky, Jiutian Black Iron, and strange stones from the floating fairy mountains flew over and automatically entered the Small Bagua Furnace.
"Nanming Lihuo, Pindao wants to imitate the tiger soul sword this time"
The silent Xiaonan Mingli fire rose up, constantly peeling off the impurities on the stone.
Chu Feng closed his eyes and waited until it was almost done, then began to draw the formations bit by bit. Since the number and complexity of the formations were much higher than that of Feijian, Chu Feng experienced many failures before he mastered all the formations. . This process took Chu Feng nearly ten days.
One morning, Chu Feng stood in front of the small Bagua furnace. He kept carving with his hands, and a golden pattern that resembled a chessboard appeared.
"seal"
A golden pattern resembling a chessboard flew into the small Bagua furnace.
Not long after, a brand-new long knife flew out. The blade was black and seemed to have no edge. It looked neither gold nor iron. When you hold it, it is extremely heavy and weighs more than a hundred kilograms. The head of the blade is crescent-shaped and semi-arc like a Northeast broadsword; the back of the blade is flat and thick with a slight wavy tooth pattern, and the blade is smooth as usual; the blade is eight feet six inches long, and the handle is fifteen inches long.
"It's a good sword. I wonder if it will become a peerless and vicious sword after it is opened?"
Chu Feng admired his masterpiece for a while, then waved his hand and a drop of blood fell on it.
Different from the flying sword before, the long sword fused with blood was deathly silent.
"I hope you won't disappoint Pindao!"
Chu Feng stroked the blade and stepped out. His figure switched between reality and illusion. After a while, he appeared outside Lei Ze.
"go in"
Chu Feng directly threw the long knife in.
The next scene made Chu Feng quite gratified. The magic weapon he spent a lot of effort to build was not afraid of thunder and lightning at all.
After a day and a night, the long sword was successfully tempered and galloped out.
Overtired and half asleep, Chu Feng suddenly sensed an imminent beast carrying the power to destroy the world. He quickly opened his eyes, only to see an ordinary long knife lying in front of him.
Is it an illusion? Chu Feng stretched out his hand and held the long knife in his hand.
"Tiger Soul is not loud enough. From today on, you will be called Dragon Saber!"
The long knife trembled slightly in response.
Chu Feng smiled and was about to leave.
There were continuous explosions from the depths of Leize, the power of thunder and lightning surged, and an ordinary long sword galloped out, with a cold breath wrapped around it.
The smile on Chu Feng's face became even brighter.
"From now on, you are the Heavenly Sword!"
