"call……"

Zhang Mingyun let out a long breath, and he slowly stood up straight and took down the black stone at the tip of the sword.

After this time of spiritual infusion, the color on the stone has become much dimmer and it has simply degenerated into a black and gray.

However, Zhang Mingyun showed a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Brother Ying, live up to expectations."

Ying Lied looked surprised. He bowed deeply to Zhang Mingyun and said sincerely: "Master Zhang, thank you for your generous help."

Zhang Mingyun waved his hand slightly and said, "Zhang and your Sanxia Village are also neighbors. People from the same hometown do not have to be so polite." After pausing for a moment, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "If you refine weapons of this level in the future and engrave them with spiritual patterns, you can send them to Zhang's mansion."

Yinglid's eyes suddenly lit up. This time he was really overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Yes, thank you Master Zhang."

Zhang Mingyun is different from ordinary spiritual masters. What he dislikes the most is that someone comes to disturb him.

Even if someone wants to ask him to fill the spirits with weapons and protective gear, he can only ask his friends to tell him. If he is happy, he will go out to see him, but if he is unhappy, he will not pay attention.

If a stranger is holding weapons and protective gear and begging for the door, the only result is that he will be bombarded out of the door.

However, some people have been recognized by him, and these people have the right to directly enter the Zhang family with weapons and armor. However, such people are quite rare, and Yinglid never thought that he would have such honor before today.

Zhang Mingyun nodded slowly and said, "Yuqi, let's go."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and walked away. Shen Yuqi secretly glanced at Ying Chengfeng without hesitation, and left with his uncle.

When the two of them came in, the room was in chaos, and no one except Zhang Mingyun noticed their sudden appearance. Therefore, when Shen Yuqi left without even calling, everyone, including Ying Lied, did not know that they had already known each other.

After leaving Sanxia Village quickly, Zhang Mingyun said suddenly: "Yuqi, that young man with you should be under Yinglid."

Shen Yuqi's face turned slightly red and she said, "He is Ying Chengfeng and also from Sanxia Village."

"Well, that boy has a good face. He should be a loyal and honest person, but his true qi cultivation is too poor."

Shen Yuqi snorted lightly and said, "What does his cultivation have to do with me?"

Zhang Mingyun smiled and knew that this niece was thin-skinned, so she stopped talking. However, in his heart, he secretly thought that this niece's temperament was extremely arrogant when she was young, and no peers could be taken seriously by her.

It is not a good thing to continue like this, and the young man didn't know what was outstanding, and he could actually be valued by her. Perhaps this is fate.

Zhang Mingyun's eyes were so old that he saw them walking side by side. Although he didn't speak, his eyes and movements were enough to reveal a lot of things.

It was precisely because of Ying Chengfeng that he made an exception and allowed Ying Lied to enter the Zhang family.

However, this thought cannot be clearly stated to others.

Of course, he did this just to hope that Shen Yuqi could make more friends, and he did not have any other thoughts. But fate is so wonderful that whenever Zhang Mingyun thinks of this whim decision in the future, he will sigh for it.

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"Dad, has this sword been successfully filled with spirit?" A young man with a bright sword-browed eyebrows asked in surprise.

Although this answer is well known to everyone, Ying Haitao couldn't help but ask again. Everyone, including Ying Chengfeng, turned their attention to Ying Lied, and they were all excited and expectant.

Ying Lied nodded slowly and said with a smile: "Haha, Master Zhang is Master Zhang. He took action himself, and there is no reason why he failed." He shook his sword slightly, and a ray of white light suddenly shot out of the sword's body: "This sword is already a spiritual weapon."

"Spiritual weapon..."

Everyone exclaimed, and everyone had an extreme envy in their eyes.

Spiritual weapons are an unattainable existence for ordinary martial artists. Because each spiritual weapon is unparalleled and one sword in hand can exert several times the power.

Moreover, some more powerful spiritual weapons may contain some extremely special abilities, and are treasures that everyone dreams of.

Ying Lied laughed loudly and said, "Although my master's true energy cultivation has reached the ninth level, it is not outstanding in the talent of engraving spiritual patterns. Although countless weapons have been forged in the past few decades and engraved with spiritual patterns, it has never been successful in the spirit before today."

Everyone listened with their breath. This was the first time they heard Yinglid reveal his heart so openly.

"Hehe, but it will be different from today." A hint of pride flashed across Yinglid's face and said, "Next month, I will return to the sect and use this sword as a proof to join the Forging Hall."

Ying Haitao and others were all excited. There were many disciples of Qidao Sect, but there were also great differences. In contrast, the benefits and power that the disciples of the Forging Clan could enjoy were truly touching and pursued for them.

"Uncle, what magical abilities does this spiritual weapon have?" Ying Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and finally asked.

Some people frowned slightly. In their hearts, they did not have much favoritism for this junior brother who had been practicing for five years but was still wandering on the first level of true qi.

Apart from the two cousins ​​Ying Haitao and Ying Haikang, as well as Zhang Chunxiao, he basically has no friends among his classmates.

However, Ying Lied loved his brother, his only son, so no one in the family dared to bully him.

Ying Lied chuckled, and he inputted his true energy into the long sword, and a ray of white suddenly spread out from the tip of the sword. This ray of white light was not the inch of white light on the Mingling Needle, but reached about a foot.

For some reason, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and took a step back at the same time. They looked at the white light with awe, and countless goose bumps appeared on their bodies.

Yinglid's wrist shook slightly, and his sword suddenly chopped towards the iron rack on the side.

Although the iron frame was not a precious thing when he forged weapons, it was made of solid steel, and its hardness was definitely called strong.

However, when the white light on the long sword passed by, it penetrated deeply into the platform like cutting tofu.

"bite……"

The crisp sound of gold and iron interception sounded, and everyone looked at the scene with stammering eyes, deeply shocked by the sharpness of the sword.

Such a magic weapon is truly worthy of being the name of a spiritual weapon.

If you hold such a long sword in your hand to fight against someone...

At this moment, a hint of excitement flashed in everyone's eyes.

Ying Lied pulled out the sword, looked at the white light that was moving on it, and couldn't help but feel extremely happy, saying, "If it was as expected by the master, Master Zhang should have used the attack stone, thus making the sword indestructible and unstoppable."

"Attack Stone." Ying Chengfeng remembered these four words firmly in his heart.

Ying Lied's eyes turned on everyone's faces and said with a smile: "Today's chance is rare, you can try it too." He handed the sword to his eldest son Ying Haitao.

Ying Haitao was overjoyed. He imitated his father's appearance and inputted his true energy into the sword body, which also stimulated a foot of white light. However, the color of this ray of white light seemed to be much dimmed a lot.

With a wave of his hand, a deep sword mark was left on the same platform.

After a while, he reluctantly handed the sword to his younger brother Ying Haikang.

One by one, when everyone gets the long sword, they can't help but use their true energy to try it. The spirit sword did not disappoint anyone, and its sharpness made everyone moved.

Finally, the last sword fell into Ying Chengfeng's hand.

Among all, he is not only the youngest, but also has the worst true qi cultivation. Although he is not bullied by Ying Lied, the result of being ranked under his sect is to imagine.

Carefully took the long sword, Ying Chengfeng gently sucked the air and inputted a wisp of true energy into it.

However, unlike his senior brothers, he did not input all the true qi to try the power of the sword light, but used the true qi to explore the magical changes in the spiritual pattern.

With the input of the true qi, the spiritual pattern suddenly flowed and swarmed his true qi towards the key point at the tip of the sword.

In just a blink of an eye, the true energy had penetrated the entire long sword, and the sword light that foot long burst out again at the tip of the sword.

Ying Chengfeng's face changed slightly. Perhaps because of the existence of the wisdom spirit in his brain, he actually had an unusual feeling.

That is, these spiritual patterns seem to have undergone some mutation.

When they were just engraved, they were just dead objects, but after being filled with spirits, they became alive. It seemed that what they were holding in his hand was not a cold sword, but a living creature.

This feeling was so abrupt and intense that it made him shudder.

The white light on the tip of the sword suddenly dissipated. Ying Chengfeng was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the true energy in his dantian was almost exhausted.

He was shocked. He wanted to stimulate the power above the spiritual sword, so he had to consume so much true energy.

Fortunately, he is now in the second level of true qi. If he is still the first level of true qi, he is afraid that even the first ray of white light may not be able to be stimulated.

However, the second layer of true energy is undoubtedly the lowest among the crowd, and a hint of contempt flashed across the faces of everyone beside them intentionally or unintentionally.

Ying Lied sighed secretly and said in his heart, "Brother, my nephew is indeed not suitable for practicing martial arts..."

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