Chapter 320 The Demon Sword is Born

Leaving Yihe Village, Yang Fan let go and flew rapidly. Wherever he passed, clouds rolled and the sound of breaking through the air for several miles, making the nearby low-level monks frightened.

"It's so fast, I can't even see the man's appearance clearly."

A monk in the concentrating stage said in horror.

"That turned out to be a high-level monk. I just saw a figure and barely saw a rough outline. I should be very young..."

A monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage several miles away exclaimed.

High-level monks are extraordinary people anywhere in the world of immortal cultivation.

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh that the nine realms of immortal cultivation, from refining qi to building foundations, are just entering the third level, just entering the first level.

Starting from the Golden Elixir Stage, the subsequent three realms are called the third level of supernatural powers.

Only by entering the third level of magical power, that is, the higher level, can you have truly powerful magical powers. From then on, flying in the sky, roaming around the world, and looking down at the people is no longer a dream.

After about half a day of flying, Yang Fan arrived at the Iron Volcano.

Calculate the time, he said goodbye to Master Tiemoshan about two months ago, and the conceived attack Libao should have been successfully refined.

Enter the Iron Volcano, the territory of Master Tiemoshan.

"Master Iron can be there?"

Yang Fan asked the disciples guarding the mountain gate.

In fact, these disciples are also registered disciples of Master Tiemoshan, and their cultivation ranges from refining qi to concentrating the mind.

"Master is in seclusion and no one else is seen!"

One of the disciples had a cold and cold way.

When Yang Fan flew to the Iron Volcano, he concealed his cultivation in order to avoid attracting people.

Otherwise, even if you give the other party a hundred courages, you would not dare to treat high-level monks like this.

Yang Fan ignored him, but quietly unfolded his spiritual consciousness.

With the cultivation level of the early stage of the Golden Pill, the spiritual consciousness can extend up to a radius of fifteen miles.

When Yang Fan had just broken through to the fourth level of "Seed Aggregation Period", his spiritual consciousness could cover a range of fifteen miles. Now that the realm has been consolidated, his spiritual consciousness can reach a radius of twenty miles. From this, it can be seen that his practice of defiant martial arts is superior to the same level in terms of spiritual consciousness.

Soon, he discovered Ling Tie and Meng Po in this mountain gate.

"Xiao Tie, I am Yang Yaoshi..."

Yang Fan then sent a voice to Ling Tie, a young disciple of Tiemo Mountain.

Ling Tie is younger, but his talent is not inferior to Yang Fan's disciple Cang Yun. The reason why Yang Fan came to him was because this son was quite kind and simple, and his senior brother Meng Po had more scrupulousness.

"You...you are here." Ling Tie said respectfully.

"Yes, I'm back. I don't know how the weapon refining progress is. Yang doesn't have much time left."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"The pharmacist is here to take you to the underground refining room."

After Ling Tie understood the reason, he immediately came out and brought Yang Fan into the mountain gate.

Following the tunnel, Yang Fan soon arrived at the underground refining room.

As soon as he stepped in, Yang Fan felt a burning heat and high temperature. Ling Tie's cultivation was low and he couldn't stand it.

"You go back first."

Yang Fan waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Deep in the refining room, a dark red fire snake spit out from the black dragon's mouth, and Tiemo Mountain stood beside it, sweating profusely.

Tiemo Mountain looks a little weak at this moment and its vitality is relatively fragile.

Yang Fan stood for a long time, but did not notice Tiemo Mountain, so he reminded: "Master, I'm here."

"Ah! Yaoshi Yang, you are here..."

Tiemoshan quickly turned around and looked shocked.

"I wonder how I refine my attacking Libao?" Yang Fan asked.

"Here, the basic refining is successful, but there are still some minor problems."

Tiemoshan raised his hand and slapped the stove opposite, and took out a fiery red and scorching magic sword, which was exactly the same as Yang Fan’s idea.

After the high temperature dissipates, the original color of this attack on Libao will be truly revealed:

This is a five-foot-long green sword with a slightly golden luster, which exudes a crystal luster and is extremely smooth, and can almost be seen as a mirror.

Attacking the front end of Libao, it presents hideous and terrifying waves and sharp teeth, sharp and flickering terrifying cold light.

The blades at both ends are as thin as cicada wings, almost translucent, and faintly exudes a sharp and sharp spirit, making the skin feel cold.

The middle and back end of the sword is dark blue, thick and powerful.

The handshake at the hilt of the sword is a dark black dragon mouth with a slightly curved curve, full of domineering aura.

"This... is so perfect!" Yang Fan was extremely excited and reached out to hold the attack Libao.

"Wait...the temperature above has not dropped yet!"

Tiemoshan exclaimed.

You know, this attack on Libao was not long before it endured the terrifying earth vein fire, and the temperature on it was enough to melt gold and turn iron.

But, it's too late...

Yang Fan had already held this attack on Libao, which was full of the aura of a demonic domineering person, tightly in his hand.

His hands trembled slightly, but not because of the heat, but because of excitement.

When he held this attack on Libao, he suddenly felt the surging demonic energy in his body and was ready to move.

It's worthy of being a magic sword!

Attack Libao in the Demon Sword!

Gently touching this attack on Libao, Yang Fan felt that it was exactly the same as he had imagined, almost flawless.

It's really perfect!

Yang Fan's fingers gently brushed across the edge of the light, and in an instant, his skin was cut and a blood mark appeared.

Strangely, the healing speed of the bloodstain was more than twice as slow as Yang Fan imagined.

At the bloodstain, Yang Fan felt a sharp aura of gold and iron roaring. It was it that curbed the automatic recovery of vitality.

However, it was also a breathing skill. With its strong vitality, Yang Fan's wound healed instantly.

"It's indeed powerful, it's worthy of attacking Libao. Just its golden aura can curb vitality. If it is refined and infused with demonic energy, its attack power will be so terrible."

Yang Fan trembled slightly and was extremely excited.

He was not the only one who was excited. Standing opposite Tiemoshan was also trembling all over. He took a deep breath and could not hide the pride on his face: "This is the pinnacle of my life..."

The pinnacle of the weapon refiner!

"In order to refine it, I stayed up and forged for two months, enduring the terrible high temperature of the earth's veins, almost consuming all my energy and hard work..."

Tiemoshan looked pale, but he looked relieved.

Speaking of this, he was shaking and was about to faint.

"Master Tie." Yang Fan exclaimed, awakened from his intoxicated state, and held Tiemo Mountain with one hand.

"Haha, I'm just a little tired..."

Tiemoshan apologized and smiled at Yang Fan.

"Haha, with me, the pharmacist, how could you fall down?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, raised his hand and waved his palm, and hit Tiemoshan on the shoulder.

Bang!

Suddenly, a pure vitality injected into his body.

After a while, Tiemoshan's face returned to blood and his spirit rose.

After a while, he was full of energy, high fighting spirit, and had endless energy.

"This..." Tiemoshan was shocked, and he didn't expect that there was such a magical technique in the world.

Is this the supernatural power of a high-level pharmacist?

Tiemoshan took a deep breath and bowed to Yang Fan: "Thank you for your actions."

Yang Fan quickly supported him and said with a smile: "Master, you have refined such an attack on Libao for me. It should be Yang who wants to thank me."

"By the way, Master Iron, you just said that this attack on Libao is basically refined, but there are still some small problems..."

Yang Fan raised his own doubts.
To be continued...