The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
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    As night approached, Xing Yun and Hao Ren were already out of the life and death zone.

    After one day, no one killed, Xing Yun understood that it was obviously because the black and white Shuangsha died and no one was in control.

    After returning to the resting place, Xing Yun climbed upstairs and began to open up martial arts.

    Sensing the remaining quarter of the unopened martial arts, Xing Yun became excited, and immediately activated an immortal fire pattern to force him!

    There was no unexpected pain, the entire body itched, and strands of vitality swept out from the entire body and merged into the meridians.

    “Although the fog of life has returned to normal, the life force in my body is still there, which can protect me from battle and use it to unlock martial arts.”

    Xing Yun thought for a moment, and immediately took the decision to go all out to squeeze out the rest of the life force inside the body. Let's open up martial arts!

    Although the battle would not resume so quickly after doing this, Xing Yun knew the truth of sharpening a knife without cutting wood by accident!

    The night did not stop at all, but as dawn broke, Xing Yun discovered that time was still a little.

    “It appears Wu Wen And still needed for help. Spiritual energy consumed too quickly, delaying many things.”

    Xing Yun made up his mind, and immediately stood up and went to the Qiwu Pavilion.

    Descending to the first floor, Xing Yun was stunned, because Hao Ren was not sleeping, but practicing.

    The mask was circulating all over the body, and the faint prints of the beast were dense, mysterious and obscure, and exuded a silent and simple wild air.

    “It seems like he did not talk about many things, and he kept it in his heart, otherwise he would not be so diligent.”

    Xing Yun sighed, shook his head, and left quietly.

    Everyone had a secret, Xing Yun would not ask why, Hao Ren could be serious and Xing Yun still liked him a lot. They will not embarrass their families.

    Qiwu Pavilion was one of the four outer gate pavilions.In addition, there was also the martial arts pavilion, spirit object pavilion, and weapon pavilion, which was a favorite place of all warriors.

    The four pavilions all had dazzling treasures of heaven and earth, naturally, the premise was that you needed a knife mark to purchase them.

    Suddenly Xing Yun recalled Zhou Chenhai Nighthawk, and they did not seem to be carrying the marks of the blade for themselves.

    But it didn't matter, Xing Yun simply went to the Qiwu Pavilion to ask.

    Compared to the four pavilions where others had come and gone, there were only a few people in the Qiwu Pavilion, because the people who had come here were all weapons refiners, as well as weapons refiners, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter.

    When he walked to the door, a young man raised his hand to stop him, "It is forbidden to enter the Qiwu Pavilion!"

    "I'm a craftsman."

    Xing Yun raised his hand and took out a token that represented the level of a three-star craftsman.

    The young man was startled and quickly said respectfully: "Sorry, senior brother, junior brother ..."

    Xing Yun waved his hand, turned around and walked closer to the Qiwu Pavilion.

    In front of the Qiwu Pavilion was a large open space, some people walked occasionally, and the inhabitants were sparse.

    Xing Yun looked for some people to greet him, and came to the back of the Qiwu Pavilion.

    This is a big page. Many of the refiners in the courtyard were refining weapons. As the flames boiled, the sky in the entire courtyard distorted.

    There is a room on the right side of the complex, which contains a lot of materials.

    Xing Yun looked around, and immediately walked to the front of the complex, where three old men were sitting cross-legged.

    After Xing Yun came, the eyes of an old man in the middle suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of light. There was no clouding in his eyes. It seemed that the flames were lingering, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

    “Master Yan Hong.”

    Xing Yun nodded respectfully at him.

    Yan Hong was one of the five Xuan level three-star weapon refiners in the Qiwu Pavilion. He is kind and great to the outside world. Moreover, he had many disciples and had a high status.

    “Xing Yun ?” Yan Hong threw away his expression, his eyes clear and calm, and he did not look at Xing Yun, showing an ancient attitude.

    "Yes." Yeah."

    "What's up here?"

    "Name. Purification."

    Xing Yun frowned, this thing was too pretentious, just a mere Xuan level distiller. If not for the Emperor not wanting to speak for you, I would definitely give it to you. A slap in the face!

    "Please. Today happens to be a ten-day assessment. One-star level purifies medium-level weapons, two-star refines high-level weapons, and so on. If the completion rate exceeds 50%, the material will be free of charge. Double payments. Two chances per person."

Xing Yun frowned.

    If a human-level one-star weapon distiller could refine a human-level intermediate-tier weapon, how could it still be a one-star?

    The so-called completion rate is the probability of success within the range of a deactivated weapon that cannot be refined.

    It's just bullshit.

    There was only one result of the refining that failed, and it would destroy people and injure people!

    But Xing Yun did not care. At this time, the martial arts would soon open up, and the spiritual power within the body was much stronger than Donghua City. It shouldn't be a problem to reach Xuan-level one-star refining.

    He would turn around and head to the room beside him, and all the materials he needed were naturally obtained from there.

    But at this moment, a grin came out slowly.

    “You are trash Xing Yun?”

    Xing Yun's face turned cold, now there was absolutely no fool who dared to call him trash, and calling him out now was just a provocation!

    Turning around to take a look, I saw some young people walking towards here slowly.

    The young man on the head was wearing an exaggerated fiery red robe, and the flames around him were pale gold in color, and his entire body was dense, looking extremely strong and domineering.

    “Chen Hanfei has seen his master!”

The red-clothed young man bowed respectfully to Yan Hong and said.

    “Are you looking for death?”

    Xing Yun's eyes were cold and icy, and his aura was incredible, and he did not take Chen Hanfei's words seriously.

    Xing Yun immediately discovered that he was also at the first level of the Martial Mark realm, and the first level, in Xing Yun's eyes, was all trash!

    Who cares who the master is!

    "No, no, no, if we, as artifact distillers, can't do it, we naturally don't."

    Chen Hanfei sneered in disdain and looked at Xing Yun, "I heard that you are very good at crafts. What about the three-star craftsmen of the human level? Why aren't you competing? "

    "You'll die if you lose?"

    Xing Yun gave him an indifferent, cruel, murderous look.

    I also instantly understood that the person who was deliberately looking for this mistake must have been found by Han Ruoxue or Wei Hai!

    Otherwise, Xing Yun did not believe that anyone would find someone to compete with!

    “Han Ruoxue! Wei Hai's! I wrote it today!” Xing Yun snorted inwardly, his fists in his handcuffs clenched tightly.

    "No, no, if you lose, sign the contract in front of Master Yan Hong and the two refiners. As long as you are a disciple of the Mad Sword Sect, you will be my slave for one day, and let you do whatever you want. How?”

    Chen Hanfei sneered, as if he had won, as if he had already won.

    Xing Yun glanced at Yan Hong, who was staring at him, and sneered, of course, they were involved!

    As for this contract, Han Ruoxue thought about it!

    snort!

    “Hey, aren't you afraid? Just tell me directly, our brother Fei will definitely let you go. It's boring to fight against a garbage distiller.

    ” Backbone of teacher, cut!”

    “Kakak Fei, it's okay, maybe someone else spread it, this person is just a piece of trash."

    ...

    The few youngsters beside Chen Hanfei looked at Xing Yun and continued to sneer and sneer. .

    Xing Yun sneered in disdain, and said, "I can promise you, but you lost."

    "I lost?"

    Chen Hanfei shook his head and sneered in disdain, "Let's do it for you."

    The voice fell, the strong oil of confidence however came out.

    "I don't need you to do anything. I just need to go to the door of the other three pavilions and shout out a word, how is it? You can be sure that you won't let you talk nonsense, there's no point in trapping your defeated general." Xing Yun pouted. Grim smile.

    "You're really arrogant! I promise!"

    Chen Hanfei looked a little annoyed, his eyes were cold, but he snorted coldly in his heart, being my servant, I will let you feel what life is better than death!

    “But there is no basis for what we say, let's make words as proof!”

    Chen Hanfei then asked someone to bring along a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and after writing the gambling contract, he asked Yan Hong to testify. He did this because he was afraid that Xing Yun would not authenticate!