In the next moment, Mu Yan and Gu Ying, who were less than two meters away from each other, woke up at the same time, and all four gazes landed on Tang Huan.
"Tang Huan, you're a Stage Six Martial Master now?"
Mu Yan's beautiful eyes were filled with love, revealing a look of pleasant surprise.
"So fast?" Gu Ying was also rather shocked, "If I remember correctly, it's only been eight days, right?"
"Not even eight days!"
Mu Yan raised his head to look at the sky. It was only morning, he retracted his gaze and exclaimed at Tang Huan, "I can only refine a small mouthful of 'True Fire Spirit Spring' a day, and I just drank my eighth mouthful not long ago. However, Tang Huan has drunk the 'True Fire Spirit Spring' at least twenty to thirty times, so his speed is naturally faster than ours."
For a treasure like the "True Fire Spirit Spring", one could only drink a small amount at a time. Otherwise, even a Stage Seven Martial Master would explode and die.
Up until now, not even ten percent of the "True Fire Spirit Spring" in the inner layer of the two gourds had been consumed.
On the other hand, the "True Fire Spirit Spring" on the outer layer of the gourd had been consumed even more.
If Xiao Budian was hungry, he could still eat the "Phoenix Stone", but no matter if the Rainbow Spirit Mouse and Feng Ming were hungry or thirsty, they had to drink the "True Fire Spirit Spring". They were not like Tang Huan, Mu Yan and Gu Ying, who only drank a small mouthful at a time. Fortunately, the "True Fire Spirit Spring" on the outer layer was far less effective than the inner layer. Little Rain?
"Twenty to thirty mouthfuls?"
Gu Ying's eyes were wide open as he looked at Tang Huan in a daze. In the past few days, he had seen Tang Huan drink the "True Fire Spirit Spring" a few times, but he had never thought that it would be as many as twenty to thirty times. This speed was truly terrifying, it was not that he did not want to drink faster, it was that he could not drink faster at all.
The previous mouthful of "True Fire Spirit Spring" had not been completely refined and absorbed. If he were to drink a second mouthful, it would be harmful to his cultivation.
After a long while, Gu Ying finally took a deep breath, and said with incomparable emotion: "Brother Tang Huan, your speed at refining the 'True Fire Spirit Spring' is so much faster than ours, no wonder you were able to advance to Stage Six Martial Master in a few days."
He finally understood why Tang Huan was able to go from an ordinary person to a Stage Six Martial Master in just a few short months. With such a miraculous cultivation speed, it was impossible for him to slowly raise his cultivation.
"This is all thanks to the 'True Fire Spirit Spring'!"
Tang Huan sensed the surging Genuine Qi in his body, and a confident smile flashed past his eyes. Compared to eight days ago, the strength of his Genuine Qi had increased by several times, "With my current Genuine Qi, drawing the Sword Stone Spirit Map shouldn't be a problem. Mu Yan, Brother Gu, you two continue to cultivate. I will first help Mu Yan forge the levelled up weapon, and then I will begin to deduce the Spirit Map. Otherwise, the 'Phoenix Flame Essence' will lose its effect."
"Tang Huan, thank you!" Muyan's eyes flashed with excitement.
"It's nothing much."
Tang Huan smiled slightly, and then said with some regret, "After I finish forging the weapon for you, there will still be a lot of 'Phoenix Flame Essence' left, and there will be enough 'Dragon Crystal'. It's a pity that I don't have any other iron ore or gems, otherwise, I would be able to forge another advanced weapon."
Mu Yan also felt that it was a pity, but Gu Ying laughed: "If we were to walk out of the 'Mazy Sword Valley' in about ten days, we would have enough time to search for gems and ores."
"I hope so."
Tang Huan laughed involuntarily, and opened the wooden chest of the "Spirit Severing Tree" …
…
"Whoosh! "Whiz …"
On an abandoned stone road to the east of the center of the Sword Crafting Valley, five figures suddenly stopped. Within their line of sight, there was a small valley quietly crawling on the ground. Within the valley, there were many large and small stones, each of them like a sharp sword that was stabbed into the ground.
At this moment, the five of them were standing at the entrance of the valley. As long as they took a few more steps forward, they would enter the valley.
"General Dugu, this is the 'Mazy Sword Valley'." The one who spoke was a skinny, withered old man dressed in green with a solemn expression.
"Mazy Sword Valley?"
Another voice sounded. An old man with a golden bow and arrow on his back was not tall, but he was extremely robust. He frowned slightly, "Mister Lin, do you mean that they have already entered the 'Mazy Sword Valley'?"
This person was the Sha Long Empire's "Ten Thousand Generals", Dugu Yan.
Behind Dugu Yan, there were three middle-aged men. One of them was Thousand Generals Chu Feng.
"That's right." The green-clothed old man nodded slightly and said resolutely.
"Are you sure?"
"General, don't worry."
A slight smile seemed to surface on the green-clothed old man's skinny face, "Although this old one is not a pure-blooded Tian Clan, in terms of attainments in wood magic, even the eighth step of the Tian Clan might not be as proficient as this old one. This old one communicated with the plants and trees, and obtained this information. The information they provided, is absolutely impossible to be wrong, and it is impossible for them to lie to this old one."
"Alright!"
Dugu Yan lightly clapped his hands, then snorted and sneered, "That Tang Huan is really courting death, he actually dares to run into the 'Mazy Sword Valley', looks like it won't be long before he becomes a skeleton in the 'Mazy Sword Valley', it has saved this old man a lot of effort."
"Then Tang Huan is already nothing to worry about, the general should be thinking about them now."
The green-clothed old man's skinny finger pointed to the side.
Countless ghost-like figures had already surrounded them. They were a dense black mass, and there were at least thousands of these vengeful spirits. In front of these vengeful spirits, there were actually dozens of Blood Spirits with red bodies. However, whether it was an ordinary vengeful spirit or a Blood Spirit, there was no sound at this moment.
Numerous vengeful spirits and blood spirits surged forward, and a huge pressure immediately pressed down on them. The world was filled with a cold and sinister evil aura.
In an instant, the vengeful spirit at the very front was less than ten meters away from Dugu Yan and the others.
"Ya!"
In the next moment, an incomparably sharp hissing sound seemed to have condensed into a substance. Like an arrow that had left the bow, it shot out from the depths of Sword Crafting Valley, as if it could pierce through everyone's eardrums.
"Ya!"
Hearing this voice, the thousands of vengeful spirits and blood spirits acted as if they were listening to an imperial edict. They screamed in unison, and the sharp sound waves soared into the sky, as if even the sky itself was about to be pierced through.
"Chu Feng, the three of you follow Mister Lin out of the valley first. This old man wants to see just what kind of thing dares to play tricks in front of this old man!" Dugu Yan squinted his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became incomparably sharp. In the blink of an eye, he had already taken out his longbow and a golden arrow.
Bow! Arrow! Release the string!
"Beng!"
An intense trembling sound reverberated through the air.
The golden arrow exploded with an incomparably resplendent light, the terrifying Strength Qi spread out from the arrow's body, and in an instant, with the arrow as the center, it condensed into a sharp cone-shaped golden storm. Wherever it passed, the space would distort rapidly, as if it could not withstand the extremely ferocious energy fluctuations.
"Chirp!"
In a split-second, the golden storm had already drilled into the group of vengeful spirits. Dozens of vengeful spirits didn't even have the time to scream before they were torn to shreds.
Dugu Yan followed behind the golden storm like a shadow, quickly rushing out of the encirclement of the vengeful spirits and blood spirits, flying towards the depths of Sword Crafting Valley. When the golden storm dissipated and the arrow was grabbed by Dugu Yan, his figure was already two hundred meters away, but his footsteps did not stop, and in an instant, he had already disappeared.
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