Wang Le blinked, and while looking for a chair without seeing him, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if Cihang Jingzhai attacks again, Nanhuaguan will not let Master Hai go to the battlefield to kill the enemy."

Hai Wuya shook his head with disagreement and said, "There is no end to the eggs under the collapse of the nest. Whether it is Cihang Jingzhai or other forces coming to the door, I can't escape. At that time, even if I don't want to fight with others, I will be forced to take action. Otherwise, I will die without a place to bury myself!"

Wang Le slapped his mouth slightly, and did not refute again, but secretly praised in his heart: "Hey, I'm not as old as I can see things so clearly."

As he spoke, Hai Wuya and Ji Yang also sat down one after another. After Hai Xiaoyue brought the tea at the right time, he stood aside with tactfulness, but his eyes would occasionally glance at Mr. Wang.

After all, at the age of Wang Le, he has been killing the Heavenly Level masters continuously, and among them, there are even mid-stage martial arts Heavenly Level strong men who died under his command. Looking at the entire martial arts world, it is unique and no one can match it.

Hai Xiaoyue really cannot imagine how terrifying Wang Le will be once he grows up in the future. He will undoubtedly be an invincible existence who suppresses an era.

This also means that the martial arts geniuses who lived in the same era as Wang Le were destined to be the cups on the coffee table.

All the martial arts geniuses are destined to be overshadowed in front of this guy and become the opponent's background board.

Just as Hai Xiaoyue was thinking about it, Wang Le slowly drank a sip of tea, then put down the teacup in his hand, then looked at Hai Wuya, and asked, "Master Hai, hasn't the natal magic weapon you are under released? Where is it now?"

At this time, Hai Wuya didn't say much, put the teacup in his hand back on the table, and then took out a very simple sword box covered with patterns from the storage stone in the sleeve of the robe.

When Hai Wuya put the sword box on the table and slowly pushed it to Wang Le, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Before Wang Le opened the sword box, Hai Wuya, who was full of pride, said solemnly: "I am fortunate to be unfair. After sixteen days of hard work, I finally refined a top-quality natal magic weapon for Wang Le!"

After a pause, Hai Wuya sighed sincerely: "If it weren't for Xiaoyou Wang who cured the old disease in his body and wanted to successfully refine this top-quality natal magic weapon, I, Hai Wuya, would have been powerless, and it would be impossible!"

Wang Le smiled slightly, shook his head and replied, "You and I are just a fair deal, no one suffers."

Then Wang Le didn't say anything more, and reached out and pressed the spring on the sword box. With a "click" sound, the lid of the sword box opened with a crisp metal sound.

Following a very ordinary long sword, Wang Le would have really doubted whether Hai Wuya was fooling him if he hadn't had the chilling light at its sharp blade.

At this moment, Ji Yang, who was sitting next to him, looked at Hai Wuya with a disappointed look on his face and said, "Master Hai, if this is the best magic weapon you have refined, it would be too ordinary. I can't see any advantages, it's no different from ordinary flying swords."

Before Hai Wuya could speak, he saw Hai Xiaoyue, who had been silent behind him, humming and said with some dissatisfaction: "My master must be a fine product. Elder Jiyang should not use his appearance to be a sword and speak such a casual verb."

"Uh!" Ji Yang smiled awkwardly, and then bowed to Hai Wuya very simply: "I'm a little abrupt, please forgive me by Master Hai."

Hai Wuya waved his hand unconsciously, and then a hint of unconcealed pride appeared on his face and said: "This top-quality magic weapon is indeed extremely ordinary from the outside, but these are just the surface. I believe that as long as you practice this top-quality magic weapon, when you fight with others in the future, you will definitely be as satisfied as a tiger, and you will be extremely satisfied!"

Wang Le nodded without saying a word, and then took out the flying sword, which looked very ordinary, and looked very ordinary.

The sword was not light, but was a bit heavy, about fifty pounds, which surprised Wang Le a little. He thought that the flying sword was at most about ten pounds, but he didn't expect it to be about five times heavier than he expected.

However, no matter how heavy the sword is, it will not be burdened with Wang Le, who is so strong that he is far from over.

Just as Wang Le looked up and down at the top of the sword's top-quality magic weapon, Hai Wuya said again: "My friend Wang just needs to drip essence and blood into the sword and use sacrifice and refining method to collect it for himself. When it is hidden in his own dantian, the longer the time it takes, the greater the power it will be when executing this sword."

Then Hai Wuya stopped talking nonsense and passed on Wang Le's method of offering sacrifices and refining to the best innate magic weapon.

After a while, Wang Le, who had recorded the mantras and sacrifices, began to collect the top-quality natal magic weapon he held in his hand step by step according to Hai Wuya's explanation.

When Wang Le bit the tip of his tongue and fell on the flying sword in his hand with some golden drops of essence and blood, and was quickly absorbed by the sword body, Hai Wuya, Ji Yang, who were sitting opposite and beside him, and even Hai Xiaoyue, who was standing on the side, all showed a look of surprise and suspicion. The look of looking at Wang Le was simply too strange.

If it weren't for the critical moment when Wang Le was using the secret technique to collect this top-quality natal magic weapon, Ji Yang would have been unable to help but ask, but in the end he endured it and did not dare to disturb him.

In this way, as time passed, the squeezed essence and blood were completely absorbed by the sword, and Wang Le honestly followed Hai Wuya's instructions and released the spiritual consciousness that he had cultivated was injected into the sword in his hand.

Just as the moment the spiritual consciousness entered the long sword, Wang Le clearly felt his mind and had a vague connection with the flying sword in his hand, as if he had become a part of himself.

However, according to Hai Wuya, if you want to become stronger and even inseparable from this top-quality natal magic weapon, the only way is to rely on the skill of water grinding to nourish it in your dantian.

In this process of nourishing, the most important thing is to inject your own spiritual consciousness into the flying sword of the natal magic weapon at all times.

Because only in this way can one achieve the perfect harmony between oneself and this natal magic weapon and life, and ultimately achieve the perfect harmony between man and sword, and even without distinction between each other.

Then when you fight against the enemy, you can better control the flying sword of the natal magic weapon through your spiritual sense.

This is the case when killing people thousands of miles away.
Chapter completed!