Chapter 79 Refiner's Spiritual Sense

The bad old man pushed back with one sentence, almost suffocating Feng Haoyu to death.

This is completely outrageous and unreasonable.

Coupled with the status of the first seat of Qifeng, even if Feng Haoyu is not angry, he can't say anything, and he can only endure this bad breath.

Under the envious gazes of the disciples, the old man led Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu into the inner hall.

The inner hall is not big, but only a few dozen square meters. There are more than 1,000 jade slips hanging on the four walls.

Among them, only over a hundred jade slips are bright and shiny, and most of them are dull in color.

The old man pointed at the jade slips on the wall and said, "These are the images left by all the refiners since the establishment of the Misty Peak. The more than 100 jade slips are images of the successful refining of spiritual tools, and the rest are all images. It’s an image of a failed refining, but it’s all from the craftsman, so you two can choose ten and watch it.”

These jade slips seem to be many, but you must know that the sect was established for thousands of years, but there are only more than a thousand jade slips left, and most of them are images of failures.

Feng Haoyu didn't think much about it and chose ten bright jade slips.

These are all images of the success of refining spiritual tools.

Su Zimo pondered a little, and chose five bright jade slips, and another five dull jade slips.

From Su Zimo's point of view, the success of refining certainly has merit, but watching the video of the refining master's failure will also be rewarding, at least to avoid making similar mistakes.

Seeing this scene, the old man nodded secretly.

It is difficult for an artifact refiner to replicate the success of others, but it can avoid similar failures. This is a kind of great wisdom.

Su Zimo took ten jade slips, sat down cross-legged, and injected spiritual energy into the jade slips. The lines on the jade slips shone with brilliance, and a clear image came into view.

Su Zimo was immersed in it, and his understanding of the art of refining tools continued to deepen, and many of the backlogged confusions in his heart were easily resolved.

In the blink of an eye, day and night passed.

Feng Haoyu got up, returned the ten jade slips, glanced at Su Zimo who was still comprehending, and left the Refining Hall.

Not long after, Su Zimo also stood up and returned the jade slip.

"How is it, the harvest is not small, right?" The old man asked with a smile.

Su Zimo nodded, and after thinking for a while, he asked: "The first four steps of the refining tool do have some experience, but in gathering spirits, there is still no way."

"The difficulty of gathering spirits is that the aura was originally in the spirit material and was relatively stable, but after fusion and refining, the structure of the formed flying sword has changed greatly. If you want to reintegrate the spirit into the flying sword, you must It will become as difficult as going to the sky. In addition, the flying sword is burned to a red state, and if there is a slight conflict, it will explode immediately."

The old man sighed softly: "Alas, not only you, even a senior craftsman, would not dare to say that 100% of the spirit gathering was successful. It's more of a kind of telepathy that you have cultivated through years of crafting craftsmanship."

Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart moved.

telepathy?

Through the secret scriptures of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness and the experience between life and death, Su Zimo has cultivated a spiritual sense.

But can this kind of spiritual sense be used for gathering spirits?

Su Zimo's mind became active, thinking about making more efforts in this direction.

"Go back first, if you have any doubts, you can come here to find me at any time." After that, the old man pointed to the jade slip on the wall and winked at Su Zimo.

"Um?"

Su Zimo changed his mind and understood the old man's intention.

The old man was implying that Su Zimo, if he came here to find him, he would naturally take the opportunity to look at these jade slips on the wall.

"Thank you, Master." Su Zimo warmed his heart and bowed down.

As soon as he walked out of the Refining Hall, Su Zimo saw a person at the door.

Feng Haoyu.

It seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

Su Zimo frowned slightly, and was about to take out his flying sword and return to the cave when Feng Haoyu slowly turned around, raised his head slightly, and reached out to block Su Zimo's way.

"Is something wrong?" Su Zimo felt a little annoyed when he saw the man's nostrils pointing upwards.

Feng Haoyu said lightly: "At the end of this year, I want to create the history of the Misty Sect. The sword refers to the three peaks first, and Qifeng is also among them. Junior Brother Su is a person who understands current affairs and should know how to do it."

"I really don't know." Su Zimo shook his head expressionlessly.

"Are you challenging me?" Feng Haoyu narrowed his eyes, and slowly released the spiritual energy of the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, blowing a cold wind out of thin air around his body.

"ill!"

Su Zimo sneered, Yu Jian flew into the air, left the Refinery Hall in a blink of an eye, and disappeared from Feng Haoyu's sight.

...

Back in the cave, Su Zimo sat on the bed and slowly digested the contents of the ten jade slips.

Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother, it's me!"

The little fat man's voice came.

I haven't seen him for a month, and Fatty has also cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Condensation.

The cultivation speed of Tianlinggen is really amazing. Before the end of the year, Feng Haoyu, Lengrou, and Little Fatty may all reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation or even the Great Perfection!

"Brother, I heard that you have a grudge with Feng Haoyu?" The little fat man came up and asked.

Su Zimo asked, "You know this too?"

"It's not just me, this matter has spread all over Wufeng, and many disciples are discussing it." The little fat man sighed and said: "Brother, you are a little irrational."

"He cultivates his, I cultivate mine, what does it have to do." Su Zimo didn't care, and smiled casually.

"It's not that simple."

The little fat man said: "In the sect, it is forbidden for the disciples to kill each other. Even if he comes to challenge you, you can refuse. But it is different when you leave the sect. Brother, you can't stay in the sect all the time, right? Most of the sect missions have to go out, and now Feng Haoyu has gathered a lot of disciples, once you leave the sect, you will inevitably find trouble."

Su Zimo raised his brows and said nothing.

The little fat man continued: "Actually, with Feng Haoyu's aptitude, after Wufeng competes at the end of the year, he will definitely be able to build a foundation and be promoted to inner disciple. Big brother, you can completely avoid him this time and participate in next year's Wufeng competition. That would be considered selling his favor."

"Let's talk about it." Su Zimo was noncommittal.

The little fat man nodded and said, "No matter what, I'm on your side, big brother. If there is a place where you can use me, just tell me."

"Okay." Su Zimo smiled.

The two chatted a few more times, and the little fat man left.

Su Zimo stood quietly in the cave, planning to leave the sect and go down the mountain.

In the past month, there has been no progress in cutting the marrow, and Su Zimo is a little anxious.

When he was cultivating the ox tongue rolling blade, Su Zimo realized the essence of it through the scene of the ox grazing.

This time from the sect, Su Zimo planned to go to the forest near the sect to catch a tiger and a leopard and come back and study it carefully.