Chapter 138 Refinery

"Cangling!"

The edge of the divine sword was almost completely suppressed. The black brick was held in Zhuge Fuliang's hand and patted on the sword of the abusing fairy sword, and the sword light on the fairy sword was completely dimmed.

"How come?" Qin Yi was full of surprise. This sword is a rare sword of Qingxiaozong. It has been sacrificed by several elders, and the material is precious. It is taken from the core of the earth ore, which is hard and does not urge.

But in the face of this ordinary black brick, Qin Yi felt that the sword in her hand could not exert its power at all.

"Middle!"

Zhuge Bu Liang shouted deeply, and the brick patted head-on.

"Cangling!"

Qin Yi raised her sword to greet her, and half of her body was numb. At this time, Qin Yi was surprised to find that there was a faint crack on the sword.

"It's impossible!" Qin Yi's heart was fierce **, and there were faint signs of collapse of the sword.

"Rumble!"

The surrounding mountains, forests and hills all turn into powder in this violent true element fluctuation.

"Bum!"

The black brick smashed the head and covered the face. The abusing sword in Qin Yi's hand was gloomy at this moment, and the crack appeared on the sword.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword of abusing immortals actually broke into two pieces under the bombardment of the bricks.

"Puff!"

Qin Yi spewed out a mouthful of blood and her face was pale.

"Humph!" Zhuge Buteng snorted softly, and the brick flashed back to his body and said, "Do you want to fight again?"

"You... You actually destroyed my fairy sword!" Qin Yi's face was haggard, but his eyes flashed with resentment. The sword in his hand had been broken into two and lay quietly in Qin Yi's hand.

.......

In the Qingxiao Sect, some disciples were talking loudly, and the thunderous roar from the back mountain deeply touched their hearts. No one knew what kind of scene it was.

"The sound of fighting seems to have come to rest."

"Who on earth won?"

"It's needless to say that, of course, it's Sister Qin Yi. How can the little boy beat the senior sister in the foundation period?"

"That's right, besides, the elder sister still has a peerless fairy sword in her hand."

"Look, I'm back!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a light and shadow coming from the back of the mountain. Zhuge Buliang stepped on the air, his long hair flew, and stood with his hands behind his back, looking elegant. He didn't stop and flew straight to his yard.

"The boy doesn't look hurt."

"Well, I must be afraid of losing face. I have to put up with it."

"Big sister is back!"

Qin Yi's face was pale, and the imperial sword staggered back. Her dress was stained with a large amount of blood, and her face was as white as paper, and her head was fluffy.

"Puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out, and Qin Yi's body shook and almost fell from mid-air.

"Big sister, you... How are you?" A disciple asked.

"I'm fine." Qin Yi waved her hand, no longer stopped, and the imperial sword left.

The disciples immediately began to talk about it.

"How could this happen? It seems that the eldest sister is seriously injured.

"Did the eldest sister lose? How can this be? The other party is just a small role in the foundation period.

"That guy must have hurt the eldest sister with some trick!"

Everyone around him talked about it, but Zhuge Butliang was unaware of it. He returned to the room, sat still and recovered the lost true power.

Take out the two jade bottles given to him by Xiaozhu before, open the cork, and the faint fragrance permeates the whole room. Zhuge Buliang licked his lips, took a small sip, and suddenly felt a pure force like the body, driving the true power in the body and quickly recovering.

"This elixir is really good." Zhuge Bu Liang smashed his mouth and closed his eyes to refresh his mind.

At this moment, in a hall, Qin Yi stood there with a pale face. In front of her were Hua Yunfei, the head of Qingxiao Sect, and several old men.

Hua Yunfei held the broken sword in his hand and frowned.

"The sword has been sacrificed by us, and the ordinary magic weapon is difficult to hurt it at all. The boy actually broke it." An old man's snow-white eyebrows frowned together.

"Qin Yi, what method did he use to break the sword of immortal abuse?" Hua Yunfei looked up and asked.

Qin Yi shook her head and said, "I don't know. I've never seen that kind of magic weapon. It's black and looks like a brick."

"Bricks?"

Hua Yunfei and several old men were stunned: "Blate bricks? Are you kidding? Throughout the ages, most of the magic weapons of practitioners are flying swords, pagodas, treasure seals and so on. Who will use bricks to make treasures?

"Let's not talk about what kind of magic weapon it is, but it can break the sword of immortal abuse, which is enough to see that it is a great magic weapon." An old man next to him said.

At this time, an old man on the other side's eyes lit up and said, "Do you remember the news from Lizhou some time ago..."

Hearing this, several people were refreshed.

Hua Yunfei said, "I heard that Jiuyouwu Xuantie was born, which was obtained by a foundation-building man with a ghost mask, and then escaped from Lizhou. It is said that the Jiuyouwu Xuantie is more than a foot long, shaped like a brick... In this way, it looks very similar to the thing described by Qin Yi.

"You suspect that Zhuge is not bright... The repairer with a ghost mask?" An old man raised his eyebrows.

"It's better to believe whether it is or not. If that thing is really a mysterious iron, you must do everything you can to get it!" The cold light flashed in Hua Yunfei's eyes.

"Would you like to tell Elder Ye?"

"Ye, I'll tell her..." Hua Yunfei waved his hand.

.........

At this moment, Zhuge Butliang did not know that the people of Qingxiaozong had begun to pay attention to him.

The next day, Zhuge Fuliang came to the back mountain again. In the broken ruins, the bricks and tiles were covered with moss. Walking in this ruins, Zhuge didn't want to feel sad. It seems that no one has come here for a long time, and no one takes care of it. There are vines and weeds everywhere.

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang found a broken stone tablet, which was densely recorded with countless words.

Zhuge's eyes are not bright. Fortunately, it is not an ancient text from ten thousand years ago, and I can still understand it.

The record on the stone tablet surprised Zhuge Buliung. On this side, it was written that the ancestor of Qingxiao Sect came from Shuntian League, who was originally the Tianzong genius of Shuntian League. Later, after leaving Shimen, he created his own Qingxiao Sect and became the seventh of the top ten schools in Kyushu!

It's just that after experiencing a catastrophe, Qingxiaozong gradually went into decline.

Zhuge Buliang took a breath of cold air. He didn't expect Qingxiao Sect to have such a history. The ancestor of Qingxiao Sect, Tianzong, actually led the newly rising Qingxiao Sect into the seventh of the top ten schools in Kyushu. However, what kind of catastrophe did he experience later, which made Qingxiao Sect collapse to such a degree.

"No one comes here, but it's a good place to retreat."

Zhuge didn't look around and nodded frequently.

When I returned to my residence, I happened to see Ye Xun coming back from the outside, holding a crutch in his hand. Seeing Zhuge Fuliang, he said, "You take this."

With that, Ye Xun took out a piece of jade slip and threw it to Zhuge.

"This is..." Zhuge was puzzled for a while.

"This is the decision of Qingxiaozong's alchemy. You can slowly understand it. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me." With that, Ye Xun walked into the yard with a crutch.

Zhuge Fuliang's heart moved. What's going on? He had just come to Qingxiaozong for less than a month, and he actually passed on the magic of alchemy. Zhuge Buting was puzzled, but there was still a burst of joy. He came here for this.

I can't control so much. Zhuge Fuliang thought to his heart.

That night, Zhuge Fuliang stayed up all night and studied the method of refining in Yu Jianzhong. Zhuge Buteng had to marvel that this alchemy was extensive and profound, and even no more mysterious than some difficult spells.

Over the night, Zhuge Butliang only had a rough understanding of a general idea of a refinery.

For the next period of time, no one will disturb Zhuge Fuliang, and two months have passed. In the past two months, Zhuge Butian has studied alchemy in the room every day, that is, to practice in the ruins of the back mountain. Most of the top-quality spiritual stones in the Qiankun bag have been spent. Zhuge Fuliang finally completely purpleized the second star of the seven divine caves, and the third star began to glow faint purple.

There seems to be some connection between the three purple stars, and a thin purple light connects the three purple stars together.

Elder Ye Xun seemed to know that Zhuge Butang would go to the ruins of the back mountain every day, but he didn't say anything. The uninhabited place was not a forbidden place, and there was nothing worth referring to.

Through the observation of these days, Zhuge Buthliang felt that Ye Xun's eyes were obviously different. When he had time, a stinging light flashed by. Although it was not detectable, he still did not escape Zhuge Buting's keen consciousness.

"It's not good. Did they find anything?" Zhuge Buliang hesitated in his heart.

On this day, Zhuge Fuliang came to the ruins again. In the past two months, Zhuge Fuliang has been wandering in the ruins during the day. Zhuge Fuliang can no longer be familiar with the grass and trees here.

Zhuge Buchang sat in a ruin, and his hands were constantly changing his fingerprints. He took out a flying sword and made a decision towards the flying sword. The flying sword stood brilliantly and rotated on the top of Zhuge Buliang's head.

Zhuge Bulao's hands changed quickly, and the speed was so fast that he even pulled out the remnants of shadows. One by one, he broke into the flying sword, and the flying sword became more brilliant, like a streamer lingering above Zhuge Bulao's head.

This flying sword has always been an experiment of Zhuge Fuliang's alchemy. Through this period of sacrifice, this flying sword has entered from the middle level to the high level. It's just that the quality of the flying sword is too poor. No matter how good the alchemy is, it can't let it enter the level of a magic weapon.

"Go!"

Zhuge's hand pointed, and the flying sword quickly turned into a streamer and cut into another piece of ruins.

"Boom!"

The smoke was full, the ruins exploded, and the flying sword returned to the top of Zhuge's head.

"Hm? What is it?"