Chapter 52 Unresponsive Iron Whip

Looking around, seeing that there was nothing to buy, Ye Chen left the noisy street.

As soon as he walked into the inn, Xiong Er rushed up, grabbed Ye Chen, and yelled, "Damn, did I think you were assassinated?"

"You already said that during the auction, private fights are prohibited. No matter how brave Wu Changqing is, he doesn't dare to settle accounts with me here." Ye Chen said, he still took out a storage bag from his arms and stuffed it into the In Xiong Er's hand, "Hey, your spirit stone is 300,000, no more or no less."

Taking the storage bag, Xiong Er glanced inside, and then looked at Ye Chen with a pair of small eyes in surprise, "Why do you still have Lingshi?"

"I picked it up!"

"Pick... Picked it up?" Xiong Er chased behind Ye Chen's butt, like a follower, "Where did you pick it up, I'll pick up a basket too."

"Tianxuanmen." With a casual answer, Ye Chen stretched his waist and walked to his room while waving his hands, "I'm tired today, so I should rest early."

Xiong Er wanted to say something, but Ye Chen had already closed the door.

"Tianxuanmen picked it up, it's strange to believe in you." Xiong Er muttered, holding the heavy storage bag, this fellow smiled again.

Back in the room, Ye Chen closed the door tightly and took out the small purple gourd.

He still remembered that after drinking the spiritual liquid in the small gourd last night, he felt like his body was on fire, and the pain that was about to burst his head still left him with lingering fears.

"My body is on fire, my head is about to burst, and my cultivation level has jumped to the eighth level of condensing Qi. There must be something wrong with this spiritual liquid." In a low voice, Ye Chen poured out a drop of spiritual liquid from the small gourd.

The spiritual liquid is purple, with a purple halo, and it is crystal clear. It is made from the fusion of jade spiritual liquid and spiritual qi liquid.

"No problem." After staring for a while, Ye Chen touched his chin, "It's the same as usual."

Saying that, he swallowed the drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth.

As usual, this spiritual liquid entered the body, turned into a rich essence, and merged into his body, and there was no sense of hot and dry last night at all.

"Strange." Not feeling anything wrong, Ye Chen couldn't help scratching his head.

Next, he swallowed a few drops of spiritual fluid one after another, and his body still didn't have the weird pain like last night, instead he felt warm all over.

"It's really strange." With another murmur, Ye Chen retracted his thoughts, and then took out the black iron rod that was photographed at the auction today.

"It took half a million spirit stones to photograph you, don't let me down." As he spoke, Ye Chen shoved the iron rod into the mouth of the Zijin gourd.

hum!

Just as the iron rod was stuffed in, the Zijin gourd hummed.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together and looked at Zijin Gourd, hoping that Zijin Little Gourd could find out the mystery on the iron rod.

It's just that the Zijin Little Gourd has no more words since it hummed, and stood quietly on the table, except for the sometimes overflowing purple gas, there is nothing else.

"It's gone?" With a stunned expression, Ye Chen picked up the small Zijin gourd, shook it a few times subconsciously, and then looked inside along the mouth of the gourd.

He found that the iron rod was in the purple gold gourd, without the slightest abnormality.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Chen put the Zijin gourd back to its original place, "Your grandma,

500,000 spirit stones, I bought you this iron rod that will never be broken. "

hum!

The Zijin little gourd seemed to have spirituality, and when it heard Ye Chen's slander, it trembled again, as if to say: Don't put everything in my stomach.

Boo! starter

Following that, Zijin Little Gourd spit out the black iron rod and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

"The temper is not too small." With a pouting, Ye Chen ignored the small gourd, but picked up the black iron rod.

Looking at the iron rod at such a close distance, he realized that the iron rod was clearly an iron whip. It was black, not only rusted and mottled, but also pitted. There was really nothing surprising about it.

"If you can attract the attention of the real fire, I don't believe that you are an ordinary iron whip." He secretly thought, Ye Chen still did not give up, and then sacrificed the real fire and wrapped the black iron whip.

The golden real fire was burning brightly, instantly raising the temperature in the room.

Under the calcination of the real fire, the black iron whip still did not change in any way. It ignored the calcination of the real fire so much that Ye Chen couldn't help but wrinkle his brows.

"Come again." With a deep sigh, Ye Chen increased the real fire to calcine.

However, the black iron whip still did not have any abnormality.

Three hours later, Ye Chen breathed out the real fire.

The three-hour real fire calcination failed to melt the iron whip, but made him collapse from exhaustion.

"I really don't believe it anymore." Ye Chenzheng took out the Chixiao Sword with a scolding in his mouth, and then poured his whole body's true energy into it, and slashed towards the iron whip.

lb!

The sound of metal collision was particularly crisp, and the Chixiao Sword was shaken out on the spot, and even Ye Chen was shaken and stepped back, his entire arm was numb, and he lost the slightest sense.

"Not ordinary hard!"

Picking up the Scarlet Heaven Sword, Ye Chen saw a small gap on the sword. On the other hand, the iron whip was still stuck on the ground as steady as Mount Tai, and the sharp Scarlet Heaven Sword did not leave a trace on it.

"What the hell is this made of." Taking the Scarlet Heaven Sword, Ye Chen looked up and down the iron whip.

Ignoring the calcination of the real fire, even the Chixiao Sword can't shake a half point. He can imagine how extraordinary the material for making this iron whip is. This makes him feel more balanced. Half a million spirit stones bought an extremely hard one. Iron whip is not as worthless as imagined.噺⒏⑴The fastest full text of 祌文んττρs:/м.χ8㈠zщ.còм/

"It's good to use it to smash people." Touching his chin, Ye Chen turned his hand and took the iron whip.

Soon, he took out the black iron and black steel from the storage bag.

The two pieces of spiritual metal are placed in front of them, forming a sharp contrast. The black iron is black and hard, and the black steel is bright and flexible. The combination of these two materials is definitely the best choice for making weapons.

Sacrificing the real fire, took out the Scarlet Sky Sword again, Ye Chen wrapped the three with real fire, calcined the essence in the black iron and black steel, and refined it into the Scarlet Heaven Sword.

This is a long process.

It wasn't until dawn was approaching that he received the real fire dripping with sweat.

Zheng!

Zheng!

The room was filled with the clanging sound of swords.

At this moment, the Scarlet Heaven Sword has become more and more extraordinary, and it is still red. There is no need to instill true qi, there will be sword qi lingering, and sometimes the sword light will appear, and Ye Chen can't help but marvel.

"Not bad, not bad." Holding the Chixiao Sword in love, Ye Chen was very happy. The most important thing was that this sword was made by him.