Chapter 36 Liu Yan Asks for Help

Four days later, at noon, Yuchi Mountain, training room.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the futon, his hands constantly chanting spells, his eyes focused, his expression focused, and a foot-long blue flag circling in front of him. This flag was the Black Turtle Water-covering Flag.

After getting this object four days ago, Su Ming rushed back to Yuchi Mountain without stopping and began to refine the spiritual weapon.

Compared with the magic weapons used in the Qi Refining Stage, the spiritual weapons are injected with the essence of monsters during the refining process. During the sacrifice and refining process, they will be affected by the fierce aura contained in the essence of monsters, and the difficulty of engraving the spiritual consciousness mark has increased significantly.

Even if a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is lucky enough to obtain a spiritual weapon, he cannot complete the sacrifice and refining. With the mana and consciousness of a foundation-building cultivator, it takes a lot of time to completely sacrifice a spiritual weapon.

Fortunately, Su Ming's consciousness is strong, and the Black Turtle Water-covering Flag has not been refined by other cultivators, so he can complete the sacrifice and refining in just four days.

It took Su Ming half a month to refine the Divine Boat.

Stopping the spell in his hand, Su Ming reached out and grasped the handle of the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner. His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and the banner moved without wind. A blue light curtain appeared in front of him out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, he was wrapped in it.

Su Ming felt the power of the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner, and his eyes flashed with blue light. With a move of his spiritual consciousness, the banner flew to the corner of the training room. At the same time, he pinched the spell with one finger, opened his mouth slightly, and a silver streak instantly tore through the air and pierced the blue light curtain.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the training room, and the Cangyuan Sword Ball was bounced off by the blue light curtain, turning into a silver stream of light and returning to Su Ming's palm.

Su Ming put away the Cangyuan Sword Ball and looked at the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner. He found that the blue light curtain was only slightly dim, and it was difficult to break the light curtain in a short time.

"Although the Cangyuan Sword Pill is still a low-grade spiritual weapon, its offensive power is no less than that of an ordinary middle-grade spiritual weapon. This banner is really extraordinary!"

Looking at the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner floating in the air, Su Ming nodded.

What Ding Zhize said was true. The defense of the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner against the attack of magic weapons was not inferior to other middle-grade defensive spiritual weapons.

"Try the magic attack again..."

Su Ming whispered, pinched the magic formula with his right hand, slowly stretched out his left hand towards the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner, and a translucent palm appeared out of thin air, with two mysterious magic seals in the palm echoing each other.

It was the Dragon Capture Hand!

And the two magic seals of moving mountains and filling the sea came out at the same time. In terms of power alone, it was no less than the full-strength attack of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Boom!

Accompanied by a huge roar, the wall of the entire training room shook slightly, and the cave formation restriction emerged, blocking the aftermath of the attack.

When the smoke cleared, the azure light curtain formed by the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner in the air dimmed and was shaky, but it still took the dragon-catching hand steadily.

"The mana consumption is higher than that of ordinary mid-grade spiritual tools, but this is not a disadvantage..."

Su Ming had a satisfied smile on his face, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. After injecting mana into the banner, the light curtain that had just been shaky stabilized again and became substantial again.

Raising his hand and holding it in the air, the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner flew towards Su Ming, constantly shrinking in the air, and finally turned into a palm-sized object and was put into the storage bag.

After understanding the power of the Black Turtle Water-covering Banner, Su Ming felt more confident.

Just as he was about to continue practicing, adjusting his spirit and spirit, and preparing for the mission to support the front line three days later, a wave of fluctuations came from the formation outside the cave.

Su Ming swept his consciousness and sensed a familiar figure outside the cave, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Come in."

Using the token to open the formation, Su Ming sent out a telepathic voice transmission, but did not go to greet him in person.

Outside the cave stood a handsome man, seven feet tall, wearing a white sect robe that made him look extraordinary.

This man was Liu Chengxuan's great-grandson, Liu Yan.

Liu Yan was still at the eighth level of Qi Refining. At this time, holding the white jade token given by Su Ming, he stood outside the cave with a somewhat uneasy look.

Just four days ago, Liu Yan suddenly received a transfer order from the sect, asking him to go to the frontline battlefield for support in seven days.

After receiving the transfer order from the sect, Liu Yan could not sit still. In the past four days, he visited many uncles in the foundation-building period, but none of them could help him exempt from the frontline transfer order, and even couldn't take care of him on the front line.

After running around for four days without success, Liu Yan remembered that Su Ming had given him a token, saying that he could help him once within his ability.

With no other options, Liu Yan could only hold the idea of ​​"trying everything possible" and came to Yuchi Mountain to visit Uncle Su, who was in the early stage of foundation building.

Just when Liu Yan was uneasy, the formation opened a hole about ten feet in size, and a divine consciousness sounded into his ears, allowing him to come back to his senses.

Liu Yan straightened his sleeves, calmed his mind and slowly walked into the cave in front of him.

A moment later, Liu Yan came to the living room and saw a young man with ordinary appearance but extraordinary demeanor sitting at the stone table, looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Hello, Uncle Su, please forgive me for coming here without permission!"

Liu Yan bowed and said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, you are the descendant of Brother Liu, it is only natural for me to take care of you. Sit down first!"

Su Ming said with a smile and a gentle tone.

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

Liu Yan followed his instructions and sat at the other end of the stone table, but he seemed a little restrained, with his butt only touching one-third of the stone bench. He sat very straight and looked a little nervous.

Seeing this, Su Ming didn't care. He looked at the white jade token in the other person's hand and said lightly:

"Junior Brother Liu must have come to me for something. You might as well tell me directly. If it is within the scope of my uncle's ability, I will not refuse..."

After saying that, Su Ming waited for Liu Yan to speak.

Although Su Ming was a little surprised that the other party came to him so early, he would not regret the promise he made. As long as it was within his ability, he would never be stingy.

Hearing this, Liu Yan stood up suddenly, bowed respectfully to Su Ming, and said in a deep voice:

"Junior Brother Liu received a transfer order from the sect to the front line a few days ago..."

"Please help me, uncle!"

After a while, Su Ming learned from Liu Yan about the trouble he encountered, and looked at the other party with a strange look.

Su Ming was not too surprised that Liu Yan received a transfer order from the sect to support the front line.

When a person dies, it is like a light going out. It has been six years since Liu Chengxuan passed away. The legacy of the foundation-building cultivator cannot protect Liu Yan for a lifetime.

Su Ming and his companions had put in so much effort, but they only got five years of border garrisoning. After Liu Chengxuan passed away, Liu Yan was able to practice peacefully for six years, which was already very good.

However, the other party received the sect transfer order on the day when Fang Yuechan came out of retreat, and he was obviously an "unlucky guy" like Su Ming.

Su Ming's eyes returned to calmness, and he tapped the table lightly with one hand, saying calmly.

"Once the sect transfer order comes down, unless the Jindan Zhenren speaks out, there is absolutely no way to change it..."

"This should be clear to my nephew, right?"

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