Fang Tong pressed his hand on the cauldron to maintain the temperature in the cauldron. While meditating and practicing "Yi Jian Divine Refining Technique" to restore the vitality in his body.

Just forging the sword embryo took Fang Tong a whole day. The vitality in his body also consumed a lot, and even his energy was consumed greatly.

However, the next formation is the top priority, and there is no sloppyness, so Fang Tong must choose to restore his vitality.

Three hours later, Fang Tong opened his eyes and emitted a bright light. Obviously, the vitality in his body had been completely restored, and even his cultivation had improved.

Fang Tong did not pause at all, and his right hand stretched out, and instantly white scales surged out, his nails became snow-white and sharp, emitting bursts of cold light, as if he could tear the steel apart in an instant. It was Fang Tong who controlled his hand to perform a partial "snake transformation".

The index finger stretched out, and a blue light spread out from the fingertips. Unlike the Cold Crystal Sword Gang, this blue light looked extremely soft and only the size of a needle tip.

Fang Tong's spiritual sense moved, and the long sword in the tripod flew out instantly and stood in front of Fang Tong's eyes. At the same time, Fang Tong's right hand quickly began to portray the sword.

Fang Tong's hand swayed too fast, and he could faintly see a white hand shadow and a blue light belt.

As Fang Tong's hand swayed, you could see thin blue lines flashing on the sword, and mysterious patterns gradually formed on the entire sword.

As the formation was constantly carved, Fang Tong's expression became more and more focused, and he did not dare to be distracted at all, and there was no pause in his hands. Because a slight pause might cause the entire formation to be portrayed, and then this already formed sword embryo was directly scrapped.

Half an hour passed, and Fang Tong was still constantly carving the formation. Looking around, the sword body was densely covered with thin blue lines.

It seems that many formations have been superimposed on each other, which has led to the situation in front of you. The layers of formations are like layers of silk threads, gradually covering the sword body.

Another half an hour passed, and the sword body had turned into a blue light all over. It seemed that it was a long sword composed of blue light, without any magazine. It was crystal blue and transparent.

Fang Tong was still constantly portraying, and a trace of sweat could be seen on his forehead. Obviously, this long-term carving formation also consumed a lot of money to Fang Tong.

Another half an hour passed, and the sweat on Fang Tong's forehead was as big as soybeans, and it slid down from his forehead from time to time.

However, this did not affect Fang Tong's portrayal of the formation. Instead, the speed of hand-carving became faster and faster, as if it had reached a critical moment.

This is true. Fang Tong's hand was so close that he could only see a white cloud. Then Fang Tong stopped his hand suddenly, growled at the sword body, and spit out a blue energy on his body. At the same time, between Fang Tong's hands, two hexagonal crystals that were about the size of a ping-pong ball appeared on his hand.

Fang Tong quickly put the slap into the hollow of the sword grid and the sword tail, and suddenly the sword body emitted a ray of light that was dazzling and could not be seen directly. At the same time, waves of sword roars came, and the whole sword seemed to have life at this moment, trying to escape.

But how could Fang Tong let this happen? Fang Tong waved his hand and a stream of vitality poured out to control it. He threw it into the cold water of black Yuan that had been prepared before, and it floated up with a smog of white mist. The long sword that was originally extremely restless suddenly disappeared and fell into silence.

Fang Tong's spiritual sense moved, and a white sword light soared into the sky, floating in the air in a flash. A sword hole was left on the metal roof above.

The sword is three feet long, and the sword body is snow-white. There are thin silver lines that are faintly visible on it. It is extremely beautiful, as if a fairy descended to earth, quiet, but with a sharp and restrained edge.

The most dazzling one is the sword grid, which is the shape of a crystal rose, and there is also a hexagonal crystal in it. It echoes the hexagonal crystal at the tail of the sword, and all emits a milky white light, like the eyes of an angel.

Fang Tong made a random move and the white long sword flew to Fang Tong's hand. Looking at the long sword in his hand, Fang Tong gently stroked it with his hand, and trembled in fitness, as if he was really pleasing to his master, extremely agile.

Seeing this scene, Fang Tong couldn't help but smile strangely. "I originally wanted to help her refine an ordinary flying sword, and use it first. I didn't expect that this refining would be surprisingly smooth, especially the portrayal of the formation was said to be without any flaws."

"Of course this has to do with not burning complex formations, and my current mental power and vitality do not allow me to burn too complex formations. But it is still a bit beyond my expectations. I actually refined a primary spiritual treasure with a hint of spirituality in this way, which was really unexpected."

"Is it because the world you live in is different?" Fang Tong thought with some confusion, "It shouldn't be like this, could it be..."

Fang Tong's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He turned around and looked at the dark golden cauldron that was still blazing red flames in front of him, which was more than one person tall. "Yes! Since Feng'er is very likely to be an immortal weapon, then this cauldron, which was also left over from hundreds of millions of years, is also very likely an immortal weapon, but I don't know why the spirit of the weapon was condensed."

"Even if it is not an immortal weapon, it must be much stronger than the best spiritual energy. This can explain well why spiritual treasures can be refined using non-highest materials. Even if it is just a low-level spiritual treasure, it is quite extraordinary."

"Since you are so great, you have such a miraculous effect on refining weapons. Then I will call you a spiritual weapon cauldron in the future." Fang Tong named this dark golden cauldron.

Thinking out what was going on, Fang Tong sat cross-legged and began to recover his vitality. There was also a ball of metal liquid in the dark golden spiritual cauldron. Fang Tong was preparing to sacrifice a flying sword for himself, specifically for flying to defend against enemies.

If you only talk about sharpness, the Sword of the Sword of the Wind is naturally the sharpest.

But with his own strength, he could not control the Sword of the Wind. It was like a child with a sharp long sword. Although the sword was sharp, he could not pick it up, let alone use it to fight the enemy.

As for the Changfeng Sword, it may be okay to use it to defend against enemies, but it must have other unknown secrets. From the strange phenomena that he dripped a drop of divine thought gold that day, those mysterious and cumbersome and even several times more than the formations in the Immortal Valley, you can know one or two of them.

It may damage it by using it to defend against enemies. Although it seems to be extremely hard at present, it is not afraid of ten thousand, but it is afraid of if it is.

The most important thing is that there is no way to fly with the sword with it. Every time, you can only condense a sword light to fly with the sword. Although it is convenient, your speed will be affected.

This is necessary to have a flying sword that can be used to fly with a sword and to defend against enemies.

"Feng'er, do you think something will happen to your dad?" Yin Diexi said to Feng'er, who was burying his head and eating very much.

"Mom, don't worry! Dad is fine, Feng'er can feel it." Feng'er ate and his face covered with his mouth and face. He raised his head and responded when he heard Yin Diexi's words.

"But why has he been in the cultivation room for almost a week and still not coming out? Even if he practices hard, he doesn't bring such a thing!" Yin Diexi was a little relieved when he heard Feng'er's words. However, Yin Diexi was still a little relieved about such abnormal practice.

Just then, a harsh sound came from outside the door.

"Lan Mo, you kid know that you are huddling at home as a turtle. Don't you dare to accept this young master's challenge?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Diexi's face turned cold. "Why is this idiot Yao Fan coming again?"

"Brother Fengcao, have you fallen on the woman's belly? You don't even have the courage to accept our challenge, or is your tiny little ability to deal with women?" Seeing that there was no movement in the room, the person outside shouted loudly again.

"That is, if you don't have the ability, come out and kowtow to me, and hand over all your points, I will reluctantly let you go." Another young man said, with a very proud expression.

"He is practicing now. When he comes out, you can just kneel down and beg for mercy!" I couldn't bear it anymore, Yin Diexi opened the door and said coldly.

The voice transmission requires at least the strength of a thousand killer. On the day of the treasure house, Fang Tong sent a voice to Yin Diexi. Yin Diexi did not react at the time, and only thought of this thing after returning. So Yin Diexi knew that Fang Tong was at least the strength of a thousand killer, and knew that the people in front of him were not Fang Tong's opponents at all.

Tianji Camp stipulates that without the permission of the owner of the house, you cannot enter other people's dormitories. Therefore, these people stand outside and scold, and dare not break in.

Yin Diexi knew that it was not suitable for him to come out, but what these people said was a little too ugly. Yin Diexi couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed the door and said coldly.

"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect it! It's really a charming place in the golden house. I dare not come out, but even let women support you. Are you still a man? Do you want shameless?" The few people were stunned at first, and then one of them looked rather vulgar and stood in front of him and said with a laugh.

"That's right, the guy who only knows how to eat soft food is not afraid of dying from his energy." The man on the side cheered.

"Oh... it's really embarrassing our men and Tianji Camp. As long as such a person dares to come out, I can kill him with just one finger." The despicable man said in a pretentious manner, as if he felt sorry for something and was heartbroken.
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