Chapter 120 The Terrifying Strongman Thousand Years Ago

"Innate pattern?" Su Zimo frowned, thoughtful.

The old man continued: "On the black gold silk armor, the broken pieces are the innate pattern. Since it is the innate pattern, the acquired refiner cannot condense it, no matter how powerful the refiner is."

Su Zimo gradually calmed down, startled in his heart, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you mean that this black gold silk armor is an innate spiritual tool?"

"Originally."

The old man looked reminiscent, and said slowly: "It is said that thousands of years ago, this black gold silk armor was one of the most powerful defensive spiritual tools, and it was well-known in the world of self-cultivation. It is a pity that this thing was destroyed. Destroyed, the acquired five spiritual patterns all collapsed, only one innate pattern remained, and it was broken into several pieces."

"Since the innate spiritual tool is so strong, what is it that destroys it?" Su Zimo couldn't help asking.

"That's too much."

The old man said with a smile: "After all, innate spiritual tools are just spiritual tools. You must know that there are magic tools on top of spiritual tools. Innate spiritual tools are the best weapons for Master Jindan. Please. And if you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, you will naturally be able to refine magic tools, and will no longer use spiritual tools."

"A powerful magic weapon is enough to destroy the innate spiritual weapon! The two sides are not on the same level at all."

Su Zimo probably understood.

No matter how sharp the weapons in the mundane world are, they can be easily destroyed when they encounter the spiritual tools used by cultivators.

"Then why is this black gold silk armor in the spirit tool pavilion of Qifeng?"

In Su Zimo's opinion, this inner armor used to be an innate spiritual tool after all, and even if it was destroyed, it would still be stronger than other spiritual tools.

The old man shook his head and said: "This black gold silk armor has only a broken innate pattern, which is equivalent to a pseudo-spiritual weapon. Although it can resist sharp weapons, but because there is no spiritual pattern, it cannot resist the power of spiritual arts. "

That is to say, even if a cultivator stabs a sword, although it will not pierce the black gold silk armor, the power contained in the flying sword will still cut off the vitality of the flesh through the black gold silk armor!

If the opponent is a base-building cultivator and burst out a spirit technique, the black gold silk armor will not have any resistance effect.

The old man said again: "What's more, although this black gold silk armor is broken and destroyed, it still weighs ten thousand catties! Which cultivator can bear it? So in the past thousand years, no one has touched it. This is almost a tasteless spiritual tool."

"It weighs 10,000 catties. Even at that time, there were not many Jindan real people who were capable and qualified to wear it."

The poor old man seemed to have thought of something again, and his expression was a little emotional.

Su Zimo naturally knew the weight of the black gold silk armor. If he hadn't used the power of his blood, he would not be able to hold this seemingly thin inner armor at all!

Su Zimo's heart moved, and suddenly asked: "Since this black gold silk armor is in the sect, that is to say, someone in the sect wore it?"

The old man was silent.

"Who is this person, and is he still in the sect?" Su Zimo asked again curiously.

There was a throbbing in the bottom of the old man's eyes. After a long time, he sighed softly and shook his head: "This person is no longer in the sect, and I have never seen him, just heard some rumors about him. It is said that, This person is a strong sect from a thousand years ago, in the realm of foundation building and golden core in the wild northern region, he was invincible, and no one can beat him!"

Su Zimo was shocked.

How terrifying is it to be invincible in a realm?

"And after that?" Su Zimo asked.

"I don't know, there are no more rumors about him."

"Falled?"

Su Zimo frowned, then thought: "Such a strong man cannot easily fall. But why is this person not in the sect now, and the old man seems to be reluctant to mention it? What is he avoiding?"

After a while of silence, the bad old man said again: "Since Zongmen set up the Eight Suffering Great Array, only two people have supported it, one is you, and the other is him."

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly.

The old man waved his hand and seemed a little upset, and said, "Send the black gold silk armor back and choose another one. You won't be able to use this spiritual tool either."

With Su Zimo's current situation, the black gold silk armor is not suitable for him.

But for some reason, Su Zimo always felt that he might be able to use it in the future.

After a little hesitation, Su Zimo said solemnly, "Thank you, Master, but I still decided to choose this black gold silk armor."

The old man frowned, hesitated before speaking, and finally sighed: "It's up to you, but in the battle with Feng Haoyu, you should be more careful.

Su Zimo heard the old man's concern and responded with a smile.

"By the way, Master, I have a doubt about the refining tool."

Su Zimo changed the subject and said, "To tell the truth from the master, I have successfully refined a low-quality spirit tool before Qifeng's competition. I just don't know why, but I can't condense a second spirit pattern. Why is this? ?"

"Ha ha!"

The old man couldn't help laughing and said, "You kid, you are hiding deep enough. It turns out that a low-quality spiritual tool has been refined a long time ago, not bad, not bad."

The old man subconsciously thought that Su Zimo was just refining a low-quality spiritual weapon.

After laughing, the old man said: "Actually, in the art of refining, the most difficult thing is to gather spirits, but the core step is tempering. The skills of this step are too strong. Doors have unique tempering techniques."

"There are a lot of impurities in the spirit ore, and the spirit fire alone is not enough to refine it. This requires clever tempering skills to remove the impurities."

"The tempering is not in place, there are too many impurities remaining, and the second spirit pattern is forcibly condensed. The forged spirit tool cannot withstand it, so the spirit gathering failed and the spirit tool burst."

Su Zimo was stunned.

He couldn't condense the second spirit pattern, not because the method of gathering spirit was wrong, nor because the level of the spirit mine was not enough, but because the tempering method was not clever enough.

The old man said: "The sect doesn't have a good tempering technique yet, but don't worry, don't worry, just leave these things to me."

"Um."

Su Zimo can clearly feel the old man's value and love for him, which cannot be faked.

After Su Zimo bowed deeply, Yu Jian left.

Looking at Su Zimo's back, the old man frowned.

In fact, as early as Su Zimo cultivated the third-level spirit fire, he began to search for a brilliant tempering technique outside, and wanted to help Su Zimo improve his refining realm.

It's a pity that the technique of tempering has always been a secret not passed down by sects, and it is too difficult to obtain.

"Ah, it's a pity that the Pearl is dusty." The old man sighed secretly, thinking in his heart that after Wufeng was more skilled, he would go outside and have a look, why would he have to get a training book for Su Zimo.

Sudden!

The old man's expression changed, and he remembered a detail that was almost ignored.

The black gold silk armor weighs 10,000 kilograms. How did Su Zimo put it in the storage bag, an eight-layer Qi trainer?

The more the old man thought about it, the more wrong he was. He lingered in the same place for a long time, but gave up the idea of ​​going to ask questions.

"It seems that my disciple is not easy."

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