The deep and cold aura was released from the long sword, and the sword that was like the flowing autumn water was filled with a trace of unconcealed freezing and fierce aura. Please use the pinyin domain name of this site to visit our Zero Point Book

Although it is just a simulated spiritual weapon, the power of this spiritual weapon has been fully demonstrated under the premise of extreme calculation of intelligence.

If Ying Chengfeng forged according to Zhiling's calculations and did not make any mistakes in the middle, then the final product is likely to be this long sword.

Next to the long sword, a figure suddenly appeared, which was transformed by Zhiling.

It simulated a stream of true energy input into the long sword. Suddenly, the cold power spread out, and a little white starlight flashed at the tip of the sword, just like a small drop of water that existed in ancient times, slowly accumulating strength, waiting for the moment of falling.

This small drop of water contains infinite power, and this power is not a single one, but a compound superpower.

The cold ice-type power contains a crazy and terrifying aura, which is the result of Ying Chengfeng's combined power of the ice-type and evil spirit. In addition, there is another ability hidden in the long sword. If it is activated at the same time, the power of this spiritual weapon can suddenly increase by several times.

So, even though this was just something he simulated, the powerful aura and power still shocked him deeply.

He had this feeling that if he really forged this spiritual weapon, no matter how Lin Feng performed this time, he would have to lose to Maicheng. Moreover, the power of this sword must be the first in the game, and there is no second spiritual weapon or elixir that can be compared to.

However, it is not an easy task to successfully get this spiritual weapon out.

"I have calculated that using this sword inscribed and injected spirits, there is only half the possibility of success. Are you sure you want to try it?" Zhiling asked.

Ying Chengfeng said without hesitation: "Of course, I want everyone to be convinced."

He is not a hesitant person. Since he has decided to beat Lin Feng, he is naturally doing his best. As for whether others will suffer from disasters in the pond, it is not a question he can consider.

Taking a deep breath, Ying Chengfeng finally raised the Mingling Needle.

At this time, all the talented spirit masters who chose to cast have been calculated and started to be engraved. Ying Chengfeng did not take action until now. He was much slower than others at the starting point.

Mr. Wu treated him equally on the surface, but secretly looked at him and Lin Feng differently.

Seeing Ying Chengfeng holding the long sword, his face was dull, as if he had no idea where to start, he couldn't help but wonder.

Is it difficult for him to have a master-level spiritual weapon? If he is really only of this level, then how could Feng Kuang make a fool of himself unless he took the wrong medicine?

At the same time, in the hall of a high-rise building in the spiritual tower, the eight silver-level spiritual masters were paying attention to this place in a special way.

Mr. Deng cracked his mouth and suddenly smiled, "Brother Feng, this is your proud disciple, haha, he has been delaying too long for a master-level spiritual weapon."

Feng Kuang had already turned around. He sat on the chair and looked at the other party coldly, saying, "Chengfeng is not a reckless person. He must have a deep meaning when doing this."

Mr. Deng turned his head in surprise, smiled and said, "Brother Feng, you are not trying to hold on. With me, although this guy is very talented, he is young and cannot compare with others in terms of experience. Hehe, I don't know if he can pass this time."

Tan Xing frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Deng, Ying Chengfeng is only sixteen years old, and his true qi cultivation is only eighth. With his age and physical fitness, as long as he can forge a master-level spiritual weapon, it would be quite amazing. Alas, if I remember it correctly, our Tianhao City has not been born with a warrior-level spiritual master for more than 20 years."

Mr. Deng's face turned red. He was just sarcastic, but he forgot the most important thing.

Ying Chengfeng's age and true qi realm are here. He doesn't need to forge any shocking spiritual weapons. As long as he successfully creates a master-level spiritual weapon, this is already shocking.

Seeing Mr. Deng’s look of resentment, everyone was secretly amused.

They all knew that the sect represented by Mr. Deng also sent people to participate in the assessment this time, but the results were not ideal. One of them was eliminated from the Guanzhong due to the mental impact.

Compared with the two top geniuses that emerged from the Qidao Sect this time, they could not raise their heads at all, so they were just deliberately belittled because of jealousy.

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled and said, "Old Feng, this time, two top geniuses have emerged from the noble sect, and they all have hope of forging a master-level spiritual weapon in the warrior realm. I will congratulate you first."

Feng Kuang quickly waved his hand and said, "Madam, be polite."

Although he is several times older than the other party, the interactions between spirit masters are not calculated based on age and seniority.

What kind of strength can you interact with? This beautiful woman's strength is unfathomable and she is also in charge of the important department of the spiritual tower. Even if she is not afraid to offend her, she will not easily offend her.

Moreover, after hearing the other person's words, a hint of bitterness appeared in his heart.

Mr. Wu's words were right in his ears. He seemed to want to abduct Ying Chengfeng to be his successor. This was an unimaginable temptation. I wonder if Ying Chengfeng, the kid, can be as firm as before.

Because if he gets along with each other, even he himself dares not say that he will definitely be able to reject this temptation, let alone Ying Chengfeng, who has far less deep feelings for the sect than his deepest feelings for him.

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled like a flower and said, "Old Mr. Feng, which one of you is more optimistic about?"

Feng Kuang was slightly stunned and said, "Ying Chengfeng was brought by me, and I am more familiar with his abilities, so I am optimistic about him."

Mr. Deng said sourly: "Hehe, but now it seems that his speed is the slowest among all."

"Slowness also means meticulous work." Feng Kuang said slowly: "I, a disciple, have no other strengths, just like to study secret spiritual weapons."

Everyone was stunned, even Tan Xing and the middle-aged beautiful woman showed an incredible look.

Ying Chengfeng, that was just a sixteen-year-old boy with eighth level of true energy.

If such a person is gifted with extraordinary talent, it will be a sensation to be able to forge ordinary master-level spiritual weapons. Of course, this kind of precedent is not without. Although it is rare, it can still be accepted by people.

However, the secret pattern spiritual weapon.

How could such a magic weapon be able to participate in it by a person like him?

Brother Tan frowned slightly and said, "Brother Feng, this is a good seedling. If you train it carefully, you will definitely be successful. But if you are too hasty, it will not be of any benefit to him."

His implication was very clear. For a genius like Ying Chengfeng, he should be cultivated step by step, and he should not be able to get in touch with the secret spiritual weapon at once to develop an ambitious mentality. In the end, he would accomplish nothing.

However, after hearing this sentence, Feng Kuang smiled bitterly in his heart.

You have not contacted Ying Chengfeng, so I don’t know what kind of evil talent this kid has.

Master-level spiritual weapons are nothing to him. Even if you close your eyes, you may be forged. Even those powerful secret-patterned spiritual weapons have a great chance of being born in his hands.

This time, Ying Chengfeng thought for so long before he started to take action. Feng Kuang was sure that what he planned was not an ordinary master-level spiritual weapon for small-scale fights.

However, even if he valued Ying Chengfeng no matter how much he valued Ying Chengfeng, he would never have expected that this kid would have boldly turned his mind to the compound spiritual weapon.

“Huh…”

The middle-aged beautiful woman suddenly exclaimed and said, "Please see, this kid really has a set when it was engraved."

Everyone looked at the huge crystal ball, and in the image, even Mr. Wu turned his head without hesitation and looked at Ying Chengfeng with surprise.

At this time, Ying Chengfeng was holding the inscribed spirit needle and was engraving the spiritual pattern on the long sword in his hand.

It's a very simple move, and most people here are doing the same thing.

However, just as Ying Chengfeng began to engrave, the big guys all discovered something.

That is, Ying Chengfeng's every move seemed very harmonious. He seemed to have entered a certain incredible state. The inscription needle in his hand winded down, and the long sword was churning in his hand as if it had turned around.

This sword and needle seemed to have merged into an inseparable whole with him, and all his movements were naturally mixed, without any stagnation or pause.

When engraving the spiritual patterns, the more carefully crafted the rough embryo becomes easier and easier when the spiritual patterns are filled. The quality of the spiritual patterns is closely related to the quality of the finished product after the spiritual patterns is filled.

Therefore, when examining the strength of a spirit master, inscribed spiritual patterns is also an important criterion.

When Ying Chengfeng hesitated, everyone looked down on him. However, at this moment when he showed such a nearly perfect performance, everyone, including Mr. Deng, was stunned and unable to believe it.

"What a skillful skill, how did he practice this...?" Mr. Deng murmured.

Feng Kuang smiled bitterly and said in his heart, come and ask me, who will I ask again?

The eight people present could do this by chance, but they had to engrave the spiritual patterns they were most familiar with, and the spiritual patterns should not be too complicated.

Of course, the effect of such a spiritual pattern made in one go is extremely powerful. If the spirit can be successfully filled, it will at least be a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

At this moment, a thought arose in everyone's hearts that made them difficult for them to believe.

Could it be that Feng Kuang, the old man, did not lie, did that kid really have the ability to forge secret-patterned spiritual weapons?

ps: Chapter 2 is here, and the European Cup has been closed these two days, but Bai He discovered something very sad.

The time difference, the damn time difference is beyond the reach...

It's pitiful.
Chapter completed!