Farewell to Long Ling'er and Mei Si, Ding Ling saw that it was still early, so he went to the big market to sweep it. He felt that it was important to keep the authentic flavor in the sky in the vulgar sky, but the quality of life should not be too much.

It was already dusk when he returned to Youxutian. He threw everything out and stood on the hillside. When he saw everyone doing his own thing, a sense of pride arose.

In just a few months, it has changed from a lonely thatched hut to a small city, with thousands of residents of all ethnic groups. This is a miracle.

Looking around, everyone is busy with their own affairs.

Mingyue, Xuanwu and A Youduo were guiding the Jiuli tribe members Peiyuan and practice. Mu Hanling was busy on the construction site. She quarreled loudly with several tribe members who looked like leaders in a clumsy dialect. It seemed that the Kuafu tribe thought that their house was too short. If the roof was not four meters high, it would be a cage for them.

Then the people from the Dwarf country over there were no more happy and said that four meters were not high? Do you want to cultivate to heaven? So the Kuafu people said that the materials were all transported by themselves, and of course they should be given priority...

Well, only the chief engineer Mu Hanling can suppress these people. After arguing for a while, they dispersed and then worked obediently.

Bai Qianqian was refining spiritual pills and planting spiritual herbs with several wizards of the Jiuli tribe.

As for the people of Scar and others, they naturally practiced the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams under the guidance of Xie Wanling. Because Xuan Wu left, Ding Ling's little apprentice Zhou Bing successfully took over and happened to form eight people.

The responsibility for cooking was so the poor Qin Nuo was unshirkable. However, when it comes to cooking, Qin Nuo has been very good since childhood, not to mention that the most troublesome thing about cooking was washing dishes, and she didn't need to wash it - Xiao Wu and his group of people robbed the right to wash dishes.

After standing for a while, Ding Ling saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he turned around and returned to the hut, sat cross-legged on the bed and started to sit down.

For more than half a month after recovering from the injury, Mingyue did not return to the tree of fate, and Ding Ling gradually got used to this feeling. He knew that since Mingyue was not a blood elf in the general sense, he had to respect her wishes.

And he also discovered a particularly serious problem, that is, in the past battles, he relied too much on Mingyue's real-time calculations.

Yes, real-time computing is very powerful, so powerful that as soon as real-time computing is started, it can turn the tables in an instant, or it is almost invincible.

But the battle with Xie Yunliu that day shocked him. If Xie Yunliu had not thought of isolating the aura of the battlefield and divided eight people outside to set up the Fuyin formation and attacked him with all his strength from the beginning, then he would not have been able to hold on to the moment when Mingyue cracked the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams Formation.

Moreover, instant calculations do not start as soon as they start, as they require too much spiritual power. Once he cannot end the battle in a short time, he will have to run away. If he can't escape, he will have to surrender.

Therefore, Ding Ling felt that he still had to improve his strength. The most fundamental manifestation of his own strength is actually the improvement of his realm.

Ding Ling was knocked down from the peak of Wen Dao and was knocked down from the upper level of Wen Dao, which made him a little depressed. He hadn't even touched the threshold of the extraordinary realm... And there was another problem, his two masters didn't know what the extraordinary realm looked like, and they had no experience to tell him.

Well... Maybe if you meet Feng Wanxue tomorrow, you can ask. How can you surpass him when you hear the extraordinary?

Putting aside the messy thoughts, Ding Ling slowed down his breathing, and he sank his body and mind to the source of the river of life located deep in his heart.

There is nothingness in the boundless space, only the tree of destiny stands alone, continuously absorbing spiritual power from all over the bloodline of the body.

...

The next day, Ding Ling first returned to the provincial capital and drove away Bai Qianqian's small mini, and then went to the airport to catch the wind and pick up the snow.

In the car, Ding Ling made a request to Feng Wanxue, saying that he should at least have more than one hundred magic weapons at least at the spiritual level. After hearing this request, Feng Wanxue did not show a surprised expression...

So Ding Ling was surprised. For a long time, he couldn't understand and could not see through the air and snow. Although he had feelings, this girl had no malice towards him.

"Let's talk about it when I get to the place. I'm not used to talking about business in the car." Feng Wanxue smiled slightly and leaned on the seat and started to sleep.

Ding Ling secretly cursed and pretended to be a provocateur... and then entered the city and chose a secluded cafe.

After sitting down, Feng Wanxue went straight to the topic. She looked at Ding Ling and said seriously: "More than one hundred pieces, this is very large. You must know that magic weapons are not mass-produced. Each magic weapon must go through six programs: material selection, tempering, forging, talisman embedding, spiritual transmission, and spiritual enlightenment."

"Because magic weapons have a special perception of spiritual power, ordinary steel cannot be used to make magic weapons at all. Let's give you the most common example of spiritual swords." Feng Wanxue said as she spread her hands flat on the table, and then the Holy Spirit-grade spiritual sword that Ding Ling had seen appeared quietly.

"My sword is called the Ben Lei Sword. It was about four hundred years ago. The material used is the meteorite iron in the sky..."

Ding Ling frowned, was there really such a thing?

Feng Wanxue smiled and reminded: "That was the year of the Ming Dynasty's Apocalypse..."

After saying this, Ding Ling suddenly realized that during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty, a strange explosion occurred in Beijing. It was called the three unsolved mysteries of the world, along with the Indian Death Hill Incident and Russia's Tungus explosion.

"In addition to the meteorite iron in the sky, it is also the ancient bronze vessels, or the natural utensils containing spiritual power," said Dr.

Ding Ling scratched his head and smiled, "Uh, I don't know all this, but what's the use of telling me this?"

"What I tell you is that you want so much at once... Actually, it's hard for us to do." Feng Wanxue stared at him and suddenly burst into laughter.

“And the price…is very expensive too!”

"Depend on!"

"Don't, I'll tell you the truth." Feng Wanxue put away his smile and said seriously: "I don't ask what you want to do so much, but can you afford the price? If you really want it, I can prepare you thirty spiritual swords with psychics and fifty spiritual ones with psychics."

"But the price of a spiritual sword starts at least eight million. The price of the spiritual sword is cheaper, but it is also a three million yuan base."

"Even if we are acquaintances... I can give you a discount, you can calculate how much you want."

After saying that, Feng Wanxue looked at Ding Ling quietly.

Ding Ling took a sip of coffee, which made him so bitter that he couldn't swallow for a long time.
Chapter completed!