Chapter 606: Top Grade Magical Weapon Fire Flag

Spring passed and autumn came, and two years passed quickly.

Purple Moon Island, a secret room.

Han Zhangxiang was sitting cross-legged on a red futon, with a red cauldron wrapped in rolling flames placed in front of him. The temperature in the room was frighteningly high.

After a while, Han Zhangxiang withdrew his magic skills, and the flames suddenly dissipated. The top cover flew up, and a red light flew out, which turned out to be a palm-sized flag.

The red light on the surface of the flag was flowing erratically, emitting a strong wave of fire attributes. It was clearly a top-grade magic weapon.

The three small characters "Huo Yan Flag" can be vaguely seen on the flagpole. This is the natal magic weapon that Han Zhangxiang refined for Han Benfu.

To be honest, he originally wanted to refine a set of magic weapons. After all, there were a lot of materials. However, due to the limitation of the level of weapon refining, he could not refine a set of magic weapons and could only refine one high-grade magic weapon.

The refining of a complete set of magic weapons is very difficult, and Han Zhangxiang has not yet reached this level of refining.

"Finally refined."

Han Zhangxiang murmured to himself that this was the second high-grade magic weapon he had refined. With time, he would be able to refine the third and fourth.

He made a move with one hand, and the Fire Flag flew towards him and landed on his hand. With a slight shake, countless red runes suddenly appeared on the flag, and rolling flames swept out, emitting a blazing high temperature. The indoor temperature rises sharply.

"It seems to be quite powerful. Benfu should like it."

Han Zhangxiang put away the fire flag and walked out.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he arrived outside a secluded valley in Qinghudao. The valley was shrouded in red mist, and he sent out a transmission note.

Not long after, the red mist rolled violently, and Han Benfu walked out quickly, with a thick smile on his face.

"Clan leader, please come in quickly."

Han Benfu invited Han Zhangxiang in. There was a small courtyard with red tiles in the valley.

Walking into the yard, you are greeted by a red attic with carved beams and painted beams. On the left are three acres of green and red bamboos. A simple red bamboo building is located in the middle of the bamboo forest. On the right is three and a half acres of red bamboos. Flower, a group of red bees collect nectar in the sea of ​​flowers.

In the center of the courtyard is a cobblestone path that divides the courtyard into two.

The fire spirit energy here is abundant, Han Benfu practices here, and his practice speed is relatively fast.

Han Changming spent a huge sum of money to buy dozens of century-old green fire bamboos and hundreds of fifty-year-old spiritual bamboos, and asked Ye Xin to set up the Nine Palace Spirit Locking Array to assist Han Benfu in his cultivation.

Han Benfu took Han Zhangxiang to the red bamboo house, took out the tea leaves and tea sets and made tea. Soon, a steaming pot of spiritual tea was brewed.

"Clan leader, please."

Han Benfu poured a cup of spiritual tea for Han Zhangxiang and handed it to Han Zhangxiang with both hands.

Han Zhangxiang nodded, took the tea cup, and drank it in one gulp. A wave of heat rose in his abdomen.

"That's right, Benfu, do you like this fire flag?"

Han Zhangxiang praised him, took out the fire flag and handed it to Han Benfu.

"High-quality magic weapon!"

Han Benfu's eyes were bright and she looked a little excited. A top-grade magic weapon would start at 600,000 yuan.

"I originally wanted to refine a set, but due to the level of the refinement, I can only refine one piece. The materials Changming obtained are better. In the future, if I get the appropriate refinement materials, it will not be a problem to be promoted to a spiritual treasure. ."

Han Zhangxiang said slowly.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your hard work, Patriarch. Please drink a few more drinks."

Han Benfu thanked him, picked up the teapot and poured tea for Han Zhangxiang.

"How are your father and the others doing lately? Where are Ben Yong, Duan Rong, Maofeng and the others!"

Han Zhangxiang drank tea and chatted about home affairs.

"My father and aunt are practicing in seclusion, my mother is refining the third-level talisman seal, and my second brother is also practicing in seclusion. Duan Rong and the others went to sea to hunt monsters and have not come back yet."

Han Benfu said truthfully.

After the marriage between the Han family and the Zhou family, their strength has increased a lot, and with the help of Master Ling Xiao, they have no power to go against the Han family. Strictly speaking, the Han family does not control important resources for cultivating immortals, so naturally they have no power to go against the Han family. Who will do anything without profit?

Han Zhangxiang nodded happily and said: "That's good. I plan to retreat to the late stage of pill formation. Benfu, you are optimistic about the family. If there is nothing particularly important, don't disturb my practice."

In the past few decades, he has been busy refining weapons, but his cultivation has still stopped at the middle stage of pill formation. Han Benfu, Ye Xin and Ye Xue have all advanced to the middle stage of pill formation, and Han Changming has advanced to the late stage of pill formation.

If Han Zhangxiang hadn't spent a lot of time refining magic weapons, he might have advanced to the late stage of pill formation, but he has no regrets. With his current level of weapon refining, it is much easier to earn spiritual stones, both for him personally and for his family. a good thing.

Han Benfu nodded and said: "I understand, clan leader, you can practice with peace of mind! The family has us! You have worked hard for many years, and it is time to practice hard. It is time for us to share some of the pressure with you."

The younger generation of the family has grown up, so Han Zhangxiang and other older generation of alchemy monks can relax a little more.

Han Zhangxiang smiled knowingly and agreed.

After chatting for a while, Han Zhangxiang left and returned to Ziyue Island to practice.

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On a deserted island more than a hundred miles away, more than twenty blue sea lions fell on the beach. They either had no heads or were cut in half. Their blood stained the ground red.

Han Duanrong and other fifteen monks are dealing with the corpses of monsters. There are five foundation-building monks and ten Qi-refining monks.

The Han family has more than thirty foundation-building monks in the outer sea. Some are in Haoran City, some are staying on Ziyue Island and Qingh Island, and some are traveling.

Han Duanrong is mainly responsible for leading the team to hunt monsters. She has reached the middle stage of foundation building and is not far from the late stage of foundation building.

"Someone is coming."

Han Duanrong frowned and looked up into the sky.

It is common to encounter other immortal cultivators when hunting monsters. If you encounter evil cultivators, it will be troublesome.

A sharp bird song sounded, and a black shadow appeared in the distant sky, flying towards here quickly.

Not long after, Han Duanrong saw the true appearance of the black shadow clearly. It was a scarred black vulture with an unnatural left wing and a large number of feathers falling off. This was a second-level high-grade demon bird.

Han Duanrong raised his right hand, and a thick green vine flew out and headed straight for the black vulture.

The green vine is as thick as an adult's arm, and its surface is covered with sharp green thorns.

The black vulture flapped its wings fiercely, and more than a dozen gray wind blades flew out, hitting the green vines one after another, making a muffled "ding-ding" sound.

Han Duanrong flicked his wrist, and the green thorns on the surface of the green vine flew out, and some of the sharp thorns hit the black vulture.

The black vulture made a shrill bird call and slowed down greatly. Taking this opportunity, the green vines entangled the black vulture's claws and threw it to the ground.

There was a muffled sound, a big hole was made in the ground, and dust flew up.

The black vulture kept flapping its wings, releasing strong winds, trying to escape, but it was all in vain. Two green flying knives shot out and chopped off its head.

A ray of green light appeared in the distant sky. Not long after, the green light stopped. It was a green scroll. Five men and two women stood on the green scroll. The leader was Liu Feng, the only descendant of Black and White Wuchang. .

Liu Feng stayed in Haoran City for two years. Three foundation-building monks protected him personally, and he was always safe. Not long ago, Heihei Wuchang sent someone to summon him, and the trouble was solved, allowing him to return to Penglai Island.

Encountering a group of second-order demon birds on the road, Liu Feng took action to kill them, but the second-order high-grade demon birds escaped and they chased them here.