Chapter 151: Dirty Blood Becomes a Weapon

All the remaining monks from Medicine King Xiao's family rushed there to seek shelter.

Ye Buwen also stopped and left immediately.

There is a golden elixir spiritual pressure in the Xiao family, and another extra golden elixir is here.

Out of caution, he gave up entering the Xiao family to confront Jin Dan.

So far, Ye Buwen's record of killing foundation-building monks has stopped at 65.

With 65 great foundation-building monks, the Zeng family suffered heavy losses, and it was also a big blow to the Xuansha Sect's strength.

Ye Buwen set his sights on the golden elixir battle in the sky.

This situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.

What he expected was that four golden elixirs would hold back four golden elixirs.

But now there is an exciting situation where two golden elixirs surround and kill one golden elixir.

Ye Buwen vomited out dark blood clots.

The blood clot fell on the ground and instantly corroded a pit. The power of Xuansha exuded from it was extremely rich, even richer than Xuansha Spirit Iron.

Moreover, the blood clot looked like a ball of mud, which looked a little oozing.

But Ye Buwen felt extremely good.

Because the things he spit out were the dirty impurities in his body and the evil force that hurt him.

Ye Buwen stretched out his hand to control the filthy blood, because it was his blood. Although it was filthy blood, his blood manipulation technique could easily control it.

Looking at the dirty blood that allowed him to change forms at will, Ye Buwen suddenly had an idea in his mind. If the dirty blood was gathered together, it could be used as a weapon.

Such a filthy thing, coupled with the power of Xuansha, must be a highly poisonous weapon, and even an excellent weapon refining material.

It's just that the dissipated power of Xuansha affects its service life.

Suddenly, Ye Buwen remembered the weapon refining books he had read. There were many techniques in the books, the purpose of which was to retain the characteristics of the weapon refining equipment and solidify them permanently.

As for the characteristics of dirty blood, Ye Buwen wanted to retain it, even the strong power of Xuansha.

But he had only understood and seen this technique, but had not studied or practiced it.

So he has zero experience in refining weapons.

Ye Buwen rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate.

The severe pain in his body had affected his thinking to a certain extent.

After a long time, Ye Buwen remembered that among his unprofitable partners, there was a spiritual weapon refiner.

He has rich theoretical knowledge and skillful techniques, but is limited to the ninth level of Qi refining and cannot refine better spiritual weapons.

He had seen this person before. After all, he was an weapon refiner who had made successful early investments without making any money.

The skin of his Xuansha Ling iron pillar was made by him.

Later, he became a loyal weapon refiner who made no money, signed a cooperation contract, and refined spiritual weapons for them.

"Look for him."

Ye Buwen remembered the man's address. After all, he was the first spiritual weapon refiner in his family. He paid special attention to him and went to the door to talk to him personally to show his importance.

"Hopefully he wasn't affected by the war."

Ye Buwen jumped up and quickly judged his location and ran towards the weapon refiner's home.

That person is very close to the South City Gate. Basically, most of the weapon refiners will establish their own weapon refinement workshops near the city gate.

Because this can intercept most of the demanding customers.

People who go out for adventure need a good weapon, and monks who come back from adventure also need to repair their magic weapons. Even guys who make a lot of money will buy better magic weapons.

Ye Buwen, covered in black flames, shuttled between the cities, causing many monks to panic.

Many people saw him killing Xuansha Sect monks all over the street, and he was extremely fierce.

After spending some time, Ye Buwen arrived at the weapon refining workshop he was looking for.

The fire in the house was burning brightly, spreading high heat to the outside, and a flying sword was still burning in the furnace.

But the weapon refiner inside was missing. He was probably frightened by the disturbance in the city and ran away, even leaving behind the flying sword he was forging.

Although no one was seen, Ye Buyen didn't give up. He really wanted to retain the blood-stained nature.

He thought the idea was brilliant.

"Master Wei, I am Ye Buwen, the boss who makes no money. I have something to ask of you. Please come back to your Wei Yan Weapon Refining Workshop to talk."

Ye Buwen shouted into the air, and his voice spread for tens of miles, like thunder.

Among the crowd flying to escape outside the city wall, a young monk with slightly dark skin was overjoyed when he heard Ye Buwen's voice, and immediately flew into the city with his sword.

Ye Buwen immediately saw that the monk flying against the current with his sword was the Wei Yan he was looking for.

Wei Yan was shocked when he saw Ye Buwen burning with dark demonic flames.

The ruthless man who was chasing the Xuanshamen monks in the city turned out to be Ye Buwen.

However, thinking of the legend of Ye Buwen, Wei Yan could only say that such behavior was in line with his understanding of Ye Buwen.

The Xuanshamen monks really got into big trouble if they offended him.

But what he didn't expect was that Ye Buwen would be so powerful.

He had already regarded Ye Buwen as very strong, but now that he looked at it, he still greatly underestimated Ye Buwen's power.

Wei Yan wanted to land in front of Ye Buwen and salute him.

But Ye Buwen immediately stepped away and stayed away from him.

"The arrogance on my body can hurt people. Master Wei, please don't get too close to me."

Wei Yan saw the arrogance on Ye Buwen and gave him a very bad feeling.

He quickly took a few steps back and said respectfully: "Boss Ye, if you need my help with anything, I will never give up."

Ye Buwen waved his hand and took out a ball of his own blood.

"Master Wei, I want to refine this into a weapon."

"This is?"

Wei Yan looked at the mud-like substance in confusion.

This was not like any spiritual weapon material he had seen, but it contained very, very amazing properties, and it was very damaging.

If this thing is refined into a weapon, it will definitely be a big killer.

"This is my blood. I need you to refine it into a device and retain its mysterious power and poisonous properties."

Wei Yan swallowed his saliva, looking shocked.

Is this a person's blood?

After a long time, Wei Yan came back to his senses and said: "Boss Ye, there is nothing I can do. The nature of your blood is too overbearing. I will die if I touch it, let alone use it to refine weapons."

Ye Buwen was a little silent. This problem was indeed difficult to solve.

"Is there any way to only retain the nature and not to refine it into a sword or other magical weapon?"

Wei Yan touched his chin, thought for a moment and then said: "This is the direction of weapon refining. Such a domineering nature is a big killer in itself. There is no need to give the sword such an offensive shape. The properties of blood can be treated with the blood of monsters. This way, refining the weapon will be much simpler.”

After Wei Yan muttered something for a long time, he shook his head helplessly.

"Boss Ye, I do have a way. But the problem is still the same. I can't touch your blood, let alone refine it."

Ye Buwen's eyes were firm.

"Teach me, you teach me step by step, and I do it step by step. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I will take out a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward."

Wei Yan was shocked and received the Foundation Establishment Pill as reward!

Could he refuse such a generous reward?

Unable to refuse, even an aspiring immortal cultivator cannot refuse the temptation of foundation building.

"No problem, but Boss Ye, this weapon refining technique is quite complicated. You need to be patient and learn it before you can succeed. It may take a long time."

"Come on, I've studied weapon refining, but I've never practiced it. You teach me step by step. You don't need to explain the principles to me. I can just copy your movements."

Wei Yan nodded, this was a quick way.

Without wasting time, Wei Yan took out the secret book and flipped to the required weapon refining technique.

Ye Buwen looked at him from afar, learning and applying it now, his brain running wildly.

After understanding all the techniques, the two began to refine weapons simultaneously.

Wei Yan used a piece of third-grade blood jade as a teaching material to explain the technique step by step to Ye Buwen.

Ye Buwen worked rigidly step by step, raising questions and solving confusions, striving to do everything right and realize Wei Yan's ideas on Dirty Blood.

Ye Buwen was immersed in refining the weapon.

Because there is no fire involved, there is no behavior that destroys the properties of the material, so even if Ye Buwen is wrong, there is no problem, and the material will not be destroyed.

As a result, the weapon refining technique can be realized very quickly, less than half an hour.

It went so well that Wei Yan thought Ye Buwen had made a mistake.

But looking at the dark orb as black as ink, there was no sign of any power leaking out, telling him success.

"It's over?" Ye Buwen asked doubtfully, it was a bit too smooth and too simple.

"It's over." Wei Yan nodded, "Maybe it's because of your blood that it didn't go through the complete refining process, so it went extremely smoothly. If other materials are added, plus flames, it won't be like this. Material conflict, fusion, forging, etc. , there are many things to consider and factors for failure.”

"Come again." Ye Buwen opened his mouth and spat out a large ball of dirty blood.

Wei Yan felt horrified as he watched Ye Buwen spit out such dirty blood from his mouth.

There is such dirty blood in his body. What kind of body can give birth to such a thing, and what kind of painful damage his body has endured.

With practice again and again, Ye Buwen became more and more proficient. He could practice by himself without Wei Yan's guidance.

I don't know how long it took, but a thick ink ball half as tall as a man appeared in front of Ye Buyen.

After expelling a large amount of dirty blood, his pain was much less.

Ye Buwen looked at this thick mass of ink and countless inspirations flashed through his mind.

This thing is essentially the product of his flesh and blood absorbing excessive spiritual power of Xuansha. Does that mean it is a product that is fully adapted to the power of Xuansha?

Ye Buwen grabbed the sludge blood ball with his hand and manipulated it to absorb the Xuansha power escaping from his body.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that it worked.

Ye Buwen took out a foundation-building pill from his storage bag and threw it to Wei Yan, and then he couldn't wait to go out to find the places where he killed the Xuanshamen monks.