When everything was settled, Su Dahe and Tan Xiaoyu were still thinking about the grace of that peerless sword.
Even though their impression of their master and senior brother is still the same as before, they are kind, gentle and elegant.
But they also understood what kind of peerless swordsman he was who guided them carefully!
In their eyes, martial arts, whether on the earth level or on the heaven level, are too far away.
Only the Yiran in front of them was the most real, the person they were familiar with.
They only need to follow his guidance and walk steadily on the path of practice, and there is no need to think too much about what is and what is not.
But when Xiaobai saw the movement caused by Yiran's sword, he couldn't help but joke:
"The power of this sword is still inferior to my innate magical power!"
"It's just that I still turned that old boy into a scumbag."
"What do you mean? Let's fight back directly?"
Yiran looked at Xiaobai who brought Su Dahe and Tan Xiaoyu back, put the Peach Blossom Sword in its scabbard, and punched Xiaobai on the forehead with his backhand.
Although this punch did not use his true energy, Xiao Bai, who was unprepared, was still hit by the punch and his head fell into the ground.
But Xiaobai raised his head faster, and then yelled at Yiran:
"What's wrong with you kid!"
Yi Ran looked at Xiao Bai fiercely and said deliberately in revenge:
"Sure enough, I'm going to heaven. I'll call you my kid every time you call me!"
"I want to see if your tail can reach the sky!"
Xiaobai didn't expect Yiran to still care about his words, and immediately said with a guilty conscience:
"Okay, okay, I understand. As a snake, you must be humble and know how to hide your clumsiness!"
Su Dahe and Tan Xiaoyu looked at Xiaobai's embarrassment and had a happy smile on their faces. They were not affected by the attack at all.
After this battle, their original fear of Xiao Bai was gone.
He even developed some inexplicable affection for this perverse monster.
Yiran returned to the old man holding the knife and picked up his space ring and long knife.
This was the first time Yiran had captured an enemy's weapon on the battlefield.
In battles in the past, death often meant the destruction of weapons.
In a spiritual battle, even if a spiritual weapon is forged with spiritual materials, is there no risk of damage?
The long sword in front of me is of course also a spiritual weapon with a weapon spirit, and it is even much stronger than the Peach Blossom Sword.
Just because of the old man's death, the weapon spirit is still in shock at this moment.
A weak breath continued to emanate from the long knife.
If it is normal, the weapon spirit will fall silent in the shock and wait until it meets a new owner one day.
However, among most martial arts masters, who would use a weapon forged and cultivated by others?
So Yiran held the handle of the knife with one hand and the blade with the other, and shouted softly:
"ha!"
The long sword instantly shattered into countless pieces, and a magical weapon that had accompanied the spirit man in battles for tens of hundreds of years disappeared into the world.
But just when the long sword was broken, the Peach Blossom Sword let out a soft groan and then unsheathed itself.
Then an illusory figure emerged from the Peach Blossom Sword, and then flew towards the fragments of the long sword.
The peach blossom sword spirit, dressed in pink like a doll, happily devoured the sword spirit as if sucking the cleanest dew between heaven and earth.
The weapon spirit of Peach Blossom Sword burped with satisfaction, and its breath began to rise rapidly.
Weapon spirits can devour each other, but the time to devour them is only the moment when the spirit weapon is broken.
As for those spiritual weapons whose spirituality and quality are too weak, even if they are devoured, they will not be of much significance.
So even though Yiran killed many spiritual beings and destroyed many spiritual weapons, this was the first time that the Peach Blossom Sword Spirit had to devour its own kind.
While the Peach Blossom Sword Spirit was being devoured, Yiran's movements did not stop at all.
Fragments of the long knife floated in front of Yiran, and two flames condensed out of the palms of Yiran's raised hands.
Pill fire!
The fire of golden elixir!
Yiran, who usually used to refine pills in the past, came to refine weapons this time.
The intense flames are many times hotter than ordinary fire magic.
Even a novice can feel the threat from the flames.
The sense of crisis brought by the two small flames was even more terrifying than the fire dragon he faced before.
The long sword cast by the spirit-level spirit-level sword cannot show any firm "proudness" under these two flames.
After a few breaths, it turned into a pool of silver liquid.
A lump of black material was casually discarded on the ground by Yiran.
Those were the impurities that had not been tempered out when the long sword was cast before, but under the tempering of the elixir fire, they were all tempered out.
Just like when refining a potion, the magician cannot refine all the impurities in the spiritual grass.
Usually, the casting of weapons requires the cooperation of martial arts practitioners and magicians to remove the impurities in various ores bit by bit.
The forging process is more difficult and requires more water grinding, which requires a lot of time and energy.
After the weapon is forged, the user still needs to take careful care and nurture it, so that the weapon spirit that matches his or her own mind can be born in the weapon.
Only the owner of the weapon knows the hardship and sacrifice involved.
Therefore, the appearance of every peerless magic weapon is filled with the endless efforts of the forger.
Then, if a blacksmith were present and saw Yi Ran dissolving a weapon made of spiritual material with his bare hands, not only would his jaw drop, but he might even drop his body to the ground.
Just like when Huang Huang used the fire spirit to temper medicinal materials out of thin air, the onlookers regarded it as a magical skill.
Yiran was tempering weapons with his bare hands at this moment, which was even more of a magical skill among magical skills.
But among the two people and Yishe present, no one knew how difficult Yiran's move was.
Xiaobai paid attention to the terrifying energy in the flames, while Su Dahe and Tan Xiaoyu had never seen forged weapons before and thought this was a normal operation.
Therefore, no one in the world can know such a magical skill.
Of course, Yiran didn't want others to know about his ability.
After dissolving the long sword into silver liquid, the Peach Blossom Sword weapon spirit also devoured the long sword's weapon spirit and returned to the Peach Blossom Sword.
Then Yiran controlled the silver liquid and slowly poured it into the Peach Blossom Sword.
The body of the Peach Blossom Sword is still the century-old lightning-struck wood that Yi Ran traveled through time with.
From the perspective of other strong men at Yiran's level, this is simply unsightly garbage.
But for Yi Ran, it has another level of sustenance.
So no matter how precious the spiritual material Yiran got, he had no idea of reforging the magical weapon. Instead, he dissolved the material into the Peach Blossom Sword.
The royal forger of the Wind and Fire Principality integrated fifth-level spiritual materials into Yiran, giving it the potential to become a fifth-level spiritual weapon.
After years of gestation, it finally truly became a fifth-level spiritual weapon on Luo Yifeng.
But at this moment, what Yiran did was to reshape Taohuajian into a new body!
Under the control of Yiran's mental power, the silver liquid slowly soaked into the Peach Blossom Sword, repelling the original fifth-level spiritual material.
Even Yi Ran could clearly feel that the silver liquid flowed through the crack where the Peach Blossom Sword was broken, and then connected the two pieces of the Peach Blossom Sword more closely together until they were inseparable.
When the silver liquid finally soaked into the Peach Blossom Sword's body, the Peach Blossom Sword, which was originally dull and dull like ordinary wood, had an extra layer of silver metallic luster.
Those silver liquids are like the blood in the human body filling the sword body and strengthening the sword bones.
When the elixir fire in Yi Ran's hands gradually disappeared, the Peach Blossom Sword was still the Peach Blossom Sword, but it was no longer the Peach Blossom Sword.
Now, even without Yiran's blessing, it still has the hardness of spirit-level metal ore, and can cut through the leather-shell spirit armor of spirit-level monsters head-on.
Looking at the peach blossom sword with silver metallic luster, Yiran nodded with satisfaction.
After doing this, Yiran probed his spiritual power into the old man's space ring.
But the result was as expected, except for some simple items in the space ring.
Not only is there nothing that symbolizes identity, there is not even anything of value.
He put the space ring worth a hundred gold into his cuff, then took out a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around the old man's head, then put it in a wooden box.
After finishing all this, Yiran turned to Su Da and the others and said:
"Okay, let's get ready to return to the clan!"
Su Da and Tan Xiaoyu both looked at Yiran with burning eyes, wishing in their hearts that they too had such a sword.
But even though Su Da has been practicing for more than two years, he has always been practicing boxing and has never used weapons.
Tan Xiaoyu, who had just entered the practice, had never used any weapons before, and he didn't know what kind of weapons he was more suitable to use.
Yiran looked at the hot eyes of the two people, stretched out his hands to hold their heads, and then said with a smile:
"When I return to the sect, I will find weapons for you, and I will definitely satisfy you."
"It's just that you have to promise me that you must not forget your original intention and practice hard in the future!"
They are still not sure what their "original intention" is, but they firmly remember Yiran's words.
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Outside the gate of Zhenmo Peak, Zheng Wu, who had been stuffed with a handful of melon seeds by Song Tianpeng, was happily cracking the melon seeds one after another, and then casually threw the melon seed shells under the archway at the gate of the mountain.
Seeing the almost cannibalistic look in the eyes of the disciple guarding the mountain gate, Zheng Wu didn't care at all, and was even full of provocation.
However, neither the elder token hanging on his waist nor the aura he displayed made this disciple have any intention of resisting.
But not long after, two elders from the Demon Suppressing Peak hurriedly came together.
Before they reached the mountain gate, they shouted anxiously:
"Elder Song, Elder Zheng, you are so honored to be here, but you don't know why you have come to my Demon Suppressing Peak?"
Even the Demon Suppressing Peak, which ranks high among the one hundred and eight peaks, does not dare to take it lightly when the two kings visit.
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Although they all believed that Song Tianpeng and Zheng Wu would not dare to make any big noise within the sect, they would not rest assured and let the two of them just hang out at the mountain gate eating melon seeds.
Listening to the inquiry from the elder of Zhenmo Peak, Song Tianpeng was too lazy to pay attention and just ate melon seeds silently, while Zheng Wu curled his lips and said:
"You two are worthy enough to meddle in my business?"
"I just find a place to eat melon seeds, why should I report to you two elders?"
After saying that, Song Tianpeng lowered his head and seriously nibbled the few melon seeds in his hand.
