Chapter 109 Flying Sword, Part 2

The fine gold of the stars rolled over, and a faint formation pattern like starlight gradually appeared on the sword body; after rolling the formation pattern once, the volume shrunk by half.

Feng Zhiling collected the fine gold from the stars, and then took out the beautiful fine gold, as before, to coat the pattern again.

Finally, under the calcination of Zixiao Tianhuo, the flying sword became red again, and the star fine gold and ordinary fine gold gradually melted into the inside of the sword body, leaving only a faint pattern.

Feng Zhiling controlled the Feijian to continue firing with one hand, and opened an iron bucket made of black iron with the other hand. There were several dragon hearts and dragon balls in the iron bucket.

Feng Zhiling sacrificed the flying sword, and quickly crushed the dragon's heart and the dragon ball, the purple red dragon's heart blood mixed with the brilliance of the dragon ball, like a kneaded rainbow.

He let out a long cry, and the red-hot flying sword sank into the iron bucket. There was a piercing sound, a puff of black smoke rose, and an unpleasant smell spread out in the secret room.

About five or six seconds later, Feng Zhiling suddenly took out the flying sword. At this time, the blade and tip of the flying sword had cooled down, but the spine was still red hot.

Feng Zhiling waited for a while, and when the spine of the sword turned dark red, he inserted the flying sword into the bucket again, this time it was completely cooled, and then took out the flying sword.

At this time, the flying sword was ugly, with a layer of black dirt attached to its surface.

Feng Zhiling took out a strange 'golden silk handkerchief', and the handkerchief lightly rubbed against the sword body, the dirt came off one after another, and a sword with a cold light appeared in front of Zhang Hao.

There are little stars on the sword, there are faint lines, and there are faint precious light and icy cold light. This is a perfect work of art!

Feng Zhiling checked it again and smiled with satisfaction. "Junior brother, congratulations, the flying sword has reached the quality of a spiritual weapon. It is only a little short of spirituality, and it needs to be cultivated for a long time."

Zhang Hao was overjoyed, and suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart—only after seeing the process of refining the weapon did he realize the difficulty of refining the weapon, and only then did he know how much preparation Feng Zhiling had made during this period of time.

but……

I heard Feng Zhiling say leisurely: "With my junior brother's flying sword training, I can refine a better flying sword for myself. Hurry up and prepare a kilogram of 99.9% black iron for me!"

Zhang Hao: ...Give me back my guilt!

Feng Zhiling tossed it lightly, and Zhang Hao took the flying sword. As soon as you touch it, you can clearly feel the difference. The zhenqi in the body was automatically injected into the flying sword, and a three-inch sword glow directly appeared from the tip of the sword, and there was a faint feeling that there was nothing that could not be urged.

The blade of the sword is cold, and the light blue blade reflects his own face, which is really as clear as autumn water.

"Good sword!"

Feng Zhiling nodded, and took out a jade slip: "This is the process of refining the flying sword, you can refine it here, and I will protect you."

Zhang Hao took the jade slip, but before he could check it, he heard Feng Zhiling talking nonsense again: "Junior brother, I really didn't expect that you could stay next to Zixiao Tianhuo until now. Many Golden Core Stages have done it." Not yet."

"Ah... what does this mean?"

Feng Zhiling continued: "This shows two points. First, your foundation is strong; second, your heart is tenacious.

In the sect, there is a way to test the aptitude, foundation, and test the disciple's xinxing, which is to sit next to Zixiao Tianhuo. Those who can persist for a moment are considered excellent. Ha ha……"

In other words, you did it on purpose just now! Zhang Hao had the urge to roll his eyes.

Looking down at the jade slip, Zhang Hao began to refine the flying sword. First drip a drop of blood on the hilt of the sword; losing a drop of blood makes Zhang Hao feel powerless and dizzy.

It is said that ordinary people only have three drops of blood essence, and there are not many foundation building periods. Although it is impossible to determine whether this statement is true or false, at least it is certain that blood essence is really precious.

After dripping blood, use the blood essence as a medium to link your own aura with the flying sword's aura, and then practice the 'hidden sword technique', use true essence to repeatedly refine and cultivate the flying sword.

In the haze, Zhang Hao had an illusion - he seemed to have a third hand; the flying sword seemed to be a part of his body.

With a thought, the flying sword began to shrink; but it was only half shrunk, and it couldn't continue; a sense of powerlessness lingered in his chest.

"Don't worry." Feng Zhiling said, "You can't become a fat man with one bite. Besides, your flying sword has reached the quality of a spiritual weapon, and it is extremely difficult to refine it. However, once it is successfully refined, you may be qualified to tease ordinary gold." Dan Qi!"

"real?"

"Really! But it's up to you whether you can run away or not; in front of Jindanqi, I'm afraid you won't even have time to activate the teleportation talisman."

"..."

Feng Zhiling laughed triumphantly.

Zhang Hao felt a little dizzy, and couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows.

Suddenly felt the tip of the nose was cold and tingling, and suddenly saw the tip of the sword pointing to the tip of the nose, swaying slightly, as if he wanted to come over to 'rub the center of the eyebrows (the tip of the nose)'.

Zhang Hao yelled in fright.

"Oh, junior brother, didn't I remind you, this is the quality of a spirit weapon. Be careful."

Zhang Hao: ...

Feeling dizzy now, Zhang Hao could only find a scabbard, hang the flying sword on his waist temporarily, and then leave the secret room; there are still many things waiting for Zhang Hao to deal with.

Zhang Hao was startled by the news he got from the prisoner. People say it's going from bad to worse, but right now the Qixia Kingdom is going down in a hurry.

The war in the front is unfavorable, the treasury in the rear is empty, the officialdom is turbulent, and the eastern trade routes have been cut off. Not to mention others, even Zhang Hao has lost confidence in this country.

Fortunately, the Zhang family's production has not been affected, and now Xuantie has resumed its daily production rate of 300 tons. 1,500 tons of black iron have already been prepared, and they are just waiting for the city lord to transport them.

In the afternoon, Zhang Hao and Zhou Jue returned to the county. Zhang Hao went straight to the Black Iron Guild, and Zhou Jue went straight to the Refining Guild.

When Zhang Hao came to the Xuantie Guild, everyone was gathering in groups of three or five to discuss:

"This city lord has gone crazy for some reason, and he is crazy about purchasing pills. The price of Peiyuan Pills on the market has increased to 50 spirit stones. Peiyuan Pills are even more expensive than Zhuji Pills."

Another person said: "Did something happen that we don't know about? People are panicking now. Some people said just now that 'a country is about to perish, so there must be demons'. Isn't it that demons are rampant now?"

Another person said, "Could it be the army from the East coming? Deacon Zhang, have you received any news?"

...

Zhang Hao squeezed out a smiling face and pushed away the crowd, Zhang Hao went straight to the hall.

Father hadn't come yet, only Zhou Bo was sitting on the vice-chairman's seat, frowning.

Seeing Zhang Hao coming, Zhou Bo's eyes lit up immediately, he got up and pulled Zhang Hao to sit down, and asked in a low voice, "Zhang Hao, was the Zhang family attacked last night?"

Zhang Hao glanced at Zhou Bo in surprise. No matter what happened last night, both the Zhang Family and the City Lord's Mansion were blocking the news. Zhou Bo has very sensitive news this week!

Although he knew that each family had an eyeliner in the City Lord's Mansion, Zhang Hao was still surprised that the news was so well-informed. At the same time, I have to consider—is there someone else's eyeliner in my own home?

Zhou Bo looked at Zhang Hao's eyes and asked again, "How about the loss?"

When asked this question, Zhou Bo's tone was very disturbed. Obviously, he already knew some information.

Zhang Hao sighed: "Given the mass production method of 60% black iron, and the complete water forging technique."

Hearing this, Zhou Bo slumped into his chair, "In other words, the advantages of the Black Iron Guild will no longer exist!"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao shook his head: "No, we still have an advantage. That is to build a factory and adopt mechanized production!

Zhou Bo sat up straight suddenly, and looked at Zhang Hao with scorching eyes, with scrutiny, suspicion, and vigilance in his eyes!