Jian Chenxue looked at Ye Qinghan with curiosity. Her clear eyes were as bright as jewels. She looked at him expectantly, wanting to know the answer.
Ye Qinghan smiled slightly. He looked at the Smelting Divine Furnace and said softly, "I don't know the grade of the Smelting Divine Furnace yet. If it is grade five or higher, I should be able to forge a grade five seven-foot heavy berserker. If it is grade four, I will have to waste materials and lower the grade."
The fourth grade and the fifth grade were two different grades. Anything below the fourth grade was known as a Spirit Weapon, the fifth grade was known as a Combat Weapon, the sixth grade was known as a Revered Weapon, the seventh grade was known as an Immortal Treasure, the eighth grade was known as a Supreme Treasure, and the ninth grade was known as an Imperial Weapon!
"You are in the Blood Ignition Realm, how can you forge a grade five combat weapon?" Jian Chenxue asked in surprise.
"Because I am Ye Qinghan." Ye Qinghan said calmly, but his voice was filled with arrogance. Just because he was Ye Qinghan, he could do anything!
Jian Chenxue was stunned. She pinched her battle robe and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to start.
"I destroyed your Jade Lady Mother Sword. Three days later, I will compensate you with two Jade Lady Mother Swords of grade four and above," Ye Qinghan said with a hoarse voice.
Jian Chenxue's eyes shone brightly. A mother-son sword above the fourth grade was priceless. There were only a few fourth-grade spiritual weapons in the entire Kingdom of Green Sun. Was Ye Qinghan really a nouveau riche for gifting?
"Really?" Jian Chenxue asked excitedly.
"Of course. In addition to taking care of you for two months, I will give you a few words of advice. Your Jade Lady Sword Art is too slow and its power is too weak. It is not suitable for you to cultivate. If I were you, I would give up as soon as possible," Ye Qinghan reminded her in a low voice.
"Ah? The Jade Lady Sword Art is the only grade two sword art in my Jade Lady Peak. If I don't cultivate the Jade Lady Sword Art, what should I cultivate? "Jian Chenxue asked back.
Ye Qinghan frowned. He just remembered that the Sky Sword Sect was only a grade nine sect. The entire Owl Falling Star was at most equal to a grade four force under the Ye Clan. They didn't have any high grade martial arts.
In terms of martial arts techniques, Ye Qinghan's Knowledge Sea contained more martial arts techniques than any Fifth Rank Clan's Scripture Pavilion. They were all martial arts techniques that he had obtained through years of fighting and killing. Regardless of their level, he had collected them all. With his photographic memory, he only needed to look at them once.
Ye Qinghan was silent for a long time. He searched his memories in his sea of consciousness, trying to find a suitable sword art for Jian Chenxue.
"Brother Qingyu's Bone's Sword's Bone '! Bone Sword's Bone's Sword Sword's's Bone's Sword Art. Bone's Bone '' ''s is to... it,,'s Bone's.... and Bone...... to to to her to to to to........ is a a a.. Bone' ''s... . Ye Qinghan pondered, but did not say anything. Because he had been betrayed before, he did not want to be betrayed again.
Jian Chenxue looked at the silent Ye Qinghan, not saying anything. Her eyes were full of expectation, like a little girl waiting for a lollipop from a strange uncle.
"If you don't have enough strength, you can train. In terms of speed, I'll teach you a grade three footwork called [Misty Flying Immortal]. If you train it to the peak, you can reach the peak of the Bitter Sea stage. Combined with your Jade Sword Art, you can exert a good strength." In the end, Ye Qinghan did not pass on the Bone Sword Art to Jian Chenxue. But he was not stingy. Pressing his fingertip on Jian Chenxue's forehead, he passed on all the footwork and cultivation experiences of the [Misty Flying Immortal] to her.
Jian Chenxue felt the memories, looking at Ye Qinghan as if she was looking at a god. There was a touch of emotion and respect in her eyes. Grade three. The strongest martial arts of the Sky Sword Sect. And in terms of quality, the [Misty Flying Immortal] was far superior to the [Seven Swords Immortal Chasing Technique].
"Thank... Thank you!" Jian Chenxue was so excited that she did not know where to place her hands. She looked very cute.
"Go out." Ye Qinghan finished eating everything, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. If it was another man looking at Jian Chenxue, in such a place, their heart would have already begun to ripple.
Jian Chenxue looked at Ye Qinghan who was like an old monk who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. There was not the slightest bit of evil in his eyes. He did not look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy at all. A strange thought emerged in her heart, and then her face turned red. She hurriedly carried the plate and ran out of the refining room.
After a sleepless night, Ye Qinghan used the True Yuan Pill and the Blood Ignition Pill to desperately calcine the materials. His strength had obviously risen a lot, and the True Yuan in his qi sea had turned from a trickle into a vast river, surging violently.
The next day, early in the morning, on the Broken Sword Peak, the parrot looked at the jars of Purple Light Wine, drooling. The entire courtyard was shrouded in purple light, full of immortal aura.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk … Master promised to give that old man Qin Zheng ten jars, and there are still five left. No matter what, there should be one for me." The parrot stood on top of the Purple Light Wine, licking its wings. It wanted to tear open a jar to satisfy its craving, but it was afraid that Ye Qinghan would find trouble with it.
"Find the little master, I will share a jar with her. Hehe, master loves his little sister so much, he will definitely not get angry." The parrot made up its mind and immediately rushed out of the courtyard.
On the martial arts field, Ye Mengxi was wearing a long robe, like a little angel who had walked out of a painting. She was cultivating the Qi Cultivation Extreme Heavenly Yuan Art. Her movements were very smooth, without the slightest bit of True Yuan fluctuation. It was like an ordinary routine, but it invisibly affected the 'power', which made people feel surprised.
The Sky Sword Sect had never had such a big child. Coupled with her incomparably cute appearance, she attracted countless people to watch.
"Hey, little sister, what martial arts are you practicing?" A young disciple took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Hmph, I am not telling you." Ye Mengxi tenderly snorted and began to gradually use her True Yuan. Her steps were as fast as lightning, like a hidden dragon swimming in the sky, and her power like thunder.
Xiu Xiu Xiu —
Ye Mengxi did not break through to the Blood Ignition Realm, but her True Yuan was circulating around her body. It was very obvious, and it stunned everyone.
"What a pair of weirdos. Senior Brother Ye is so savage, who would have thought that his five year old sister would also be so terrifying. I wonder how strong she is?"
Everyone was discussing spiritedly as they curiously stared at the little guy in the center of the martial arts field.
"Won't we know if we go up and try?"
"Damn, if we injure her, Senior Brother Ye will definitely tear me apart!"
A few young disciples were discussing in low voices.
"Extreme Space Shattering Style!"
Xiu —
Ye Mengxi's toes touched the ground, and her body was like a dragonfly. She transformed into a bolt of lightning and punched out. Her True Yuan poured out and pierced through the sky ten meters away before dissipating into nothingness. It did not attract any destructive power.
"Hahaha …"
Everyone laughed loudly. Looking at Ye Mengxi's imposing manner, they thought that there would be a landslide, but it turned out that it was all bark and no bite.
Ye Mengxi did not pay attention to them and continued to cultivate. The True Yuan within her body was slowly expanding. Although it was very slow, it was effective.
The crowd did not understand. From their initial laughter, it turned into wild laughter and ridicule. This caused Ye Mengxi to stop and angrily glare at them.
"Hmph, a group of frogs at the bottom of a well. If you annoy me, I'll beat you until you have to look for your teeth on the ground." Ye Mengxi was dissatisfied. With a snort, she turned around and walked away.
At this moment, the parrot appeared on Ye Mengxi's shoulder with a flattering expression. It covered her ears with its wings and whispered a few words. Ye Mengxi's eyes lit up and she immediately rushed towards the Shattering Sword Peak.
Shattering Sword Peak, Ye Qinghan's courtyard. Ye Mengxi looked at the jars of Purple Light Wine that were emitting a rich spiritual energy. She wiped her mouth and ran away with a jar.
"Hey! Little master, don't run! We'll split it half! "The parrot quickly called out.
"I'm not splitting it with you! You take one jar yourself. "Ye Mengxi said seriously as she hugged the Purple Light Wine like a treasure.
"I'm afraid that master will become angry. Taking two jars at once is too much. One jar is fine, we'll split it half. Anyway, you can't drink that much. Did you forget last time? You collapsed after a bowl of wine. "The parrot said aggrievedly.
"Anyway, I'm not splitting it with you!" Ye Mengxi stubbornly refused the parrot's proposal.
Parrot: "…"
"This little liar! You just promised to split it with me, but now you're going back on your word! But it doesn't matter, you can drink at most two bowls before collapsing. The rest is all mine. " The parrot secretly thought for a while and said to Ye Mengxi in a serious manner. "Alright, we'll take one jar each!"
Ye Mengxi hugged the wine jars and ran to her room. She closed the doors and windows, opened the wine jars and smelled the wine fragrance. Her intoxicated expression was very cute.
The parrot tiptoed under the eaves and quietly waited for Ye Mengxi to collapse.
Sure enough, Ye Mengxi couldn't drink. After drinking a few mouthfuls, the alcohol rushed to her head. Ye Mengxi didn't even last three breaths of time and fell asleep on the bed.
The parrot climbed in through the window and took a deep breath in front of the wine jar. A large amount of spirit wine was swallowed by it. The remaining half jar was full of water.
"I can't let her find out …" The parrot laughed sinisterly. It got half a jar of ordinary turbid wine from outside and poured it all in.
The next day, Ye Mengxi woke up and felt that the true essence in her body had increased by a lot. She drank another mouthful of wine but directly spat it out.
"Pui! Hiss … "
Ye Mengxi was stunned. She kept sticking out her small tongue and looked at the wine jar. She scratched her head and said, "Why does it taste wrong? It tastes so bad! "
At this moment, the parrot walked in pretending to be a good person and asked flatteringly, "Little master, let me drink a mouthful."
"Stupid bird! Did you swap the Purple Light Wine? "Ye Mengxi was very smart and directly questioned.
"Absolutely not! I swear on my integrity! "The parrot said solemnly.
"You have integrity?" Ye Mengxi questioned. Looking at the turbid wine jar, where was the Purple Light Wine? If it wasn't swapped, then what was going on?
"This divine bird's integrity is no worse than my integrity! I only know how to rob, not steal! "The parrot said angrily.
"What's wrong with this Purple Light Wine?" Ye Mengxi still didn't believe it. She pouted and asked angrily.
"Did you not seal the wine jar when you were drunk yesterday and let the spirit energy escape? Only alcohol and water are left?" The parrot 'kindly' reminded her.
Ye Mengxi scratched her small head. She was confused by the parrot's words. She pretended to suddenly understand.
"No wonder it tastes weird. I'll give the rest to you. I don't want it anymore!" Ye Mengxi 'generously' threw the wine jar to the side. When she came to the martial arts practice field again, she found that there was a sea of people there.
"Registration for the elite competition has begun! I heard that there are many rewards for this year's competition. Let's go and try. Who knows, we might be able to enter the top 20! "
"Stop dreaming. This year, all the young disciples from the eight main peaks are participating. With the screams of those in the blood-ignition realm, there's nothing for us to do. We can just watch the show."
A few disciples passed by Ye Mengxi and whispered.
"Hehe, this year's Broken Sword Peak will have a good show to watch. Ye Qinghan is in seclusion refining. When he comes out, the registration will be over. If no one participates in the competition, the Broken Sword Peak will be disbanded. Hahaha …"
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