Chapter 1003

Bai Ye has little knowledge of the Yijian heavenly palace. Even though it was rarely recorded in the sages' inheritance on the land of nine souls, one thing is certain. In Lisheng Prefecture, Yijian Tiangong is one of the famous ancient schools. It is a super school that has been passed down for 100000 years or even longer, with a profound sect background.

It's just that I can't feel the details of the clan in the sword room.

The old man is also an elder of Yijian heavenly palace, called sand moxibustion. He is a miscellaneous elder of Yijian Tiangong. Like naluo Xuan, he is in charge of logistics. The disciples speculate that the strength of this sand moxibustion is not very good. After all, judging from the appearance of sand moxibustion, we can guess that all the other elders are full of brocade robes and high spirited. However, he wears a simple suit of clothes all the year round, and his figure is thin and thin Mi Liu, holding a jar of wine at the door all day long, is drunk like mud. It's hard to compare him with those strong men who cover the sky with one hand.

"The main task of our sword repair room is to repair and build the sword! Yijian Tiangong is a school famous for sword cultivation. It takes the sword skill. Therefore, we have strict requirements for sword! The dilapidated and broken swords in this sword training room are not only left by the predecessors, but also damaged by the disciples during their practice. The Tiangong palace does not know how many swords need to be consumed every day. Now the stock of sword storehouse is insufficient. You must repair 100 swords every day before you can rest, understand? Get to work The old man held a wine jar and said as he filled it.

"How can I practice?" The white night was stunned.

He came here to learn the supreme skills of Risheng state, and to cultivate the highest Kendo, not to cultivate the sword.

However, the old man ignored him and said, "do you still practice? You have to practice the sword first, and then tell me to practice! Boy, I tell you, if you can't even repair the sword, don't tell me about cultivation! "

After that, the old man threw out a piece of paper from his arms, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it towards the white night.

"In the evening, I'll come to check and repair one less sword. Then you should pay attention to me!"

Hum to the ground, people leave.

The white night frowned, picked up the paper and spread it out. It was a simple sword cultivation step.

The broken sword is first infused with imperial spirit and holy power, and then refined in the furnace. The broken sword is melted, and then reshaped with holy power or imperial spirit. As for the strength and hardness of the broken sword after recasting, it depends on the materials put into the recast. There are quite a lot of materials prepared by the sword heaven palace in the sword building room, which can be used freely in the daytime.

"Well, since I came here, I'll be at ease. What's more, I'm also cultivating my heart and my sword. Although I've got a lot of soul skills, I've been practicing sword cultivation all the time. I'm not allowed to practice sword today."

The white night whispered, and immediately went to the sword tomb, pulled out a broken sword, and looked at it.

The sword has a unique shape. There are four barbed spines on the handle. The body of the sword is long, but the cracks are all over the top. The blade of the sword is curled. The gems on the handle are dim. I'm afraid that the whole sword will be broken with a light wave.

The white night looked at it for a moment, but I couldn't help thinking.

"What should it be in its heyday?"

I think it's a magic sword, right?

I'll give you a try!

The white night breathed a breath, and injected the imperial power and holy power into the sword together. It was completely wrapped up like a mold, and the whirl son was thrown into the fire. The terrible fire burst into the hot heat. Even if the white night had the universal dignity, he was still sweating with this temperature! He believed that even if a saint fell into the fire, he would be burned alive if he did not give ten breath!

The sword training room seems simple, but it reveals something unusual everywhere.

After about thirty minutes, the body of the sword is red and has begun to melt. White night immediately controls the imperial spirit and holy power to remodel the sword body. At the same time, he takes the materials and puts them into it to refine them. When such a small amount of incense passes, the white night immediately puts it into the cold water for cooling according to the steps on the paper. In an instant, the blue smoke comes out from the water surface, and the sound of Zizi sounds. A sharp sword is preliminarily restored...

although it still needs some quenching But for now, white night is quite satisfied with his achievements.

"Hello, new comer! What's your name? "

At this time, a group of people with bare arms came over, each with a bad face.

Bai Ye turned his head and nodded slightly: "my name is Bai Ye, elder martial brothers."

"White night?"

"What a common name."

Several people murmured for a moment, then pointed to the mountain of broken swords on the side and said, "that's our quantity today. You can recast it for us before tonight, understand? Elder Sha will check it in the evening. "

White night looked over there and shook his head in silence: "there are at least a few thousand, even if I am 100 an hour, it is impossible to complete. Please don't embarrass me."

"So you're going to say no?"

"A superior emperor dares to be so arrogant. I don't think you want to stay here."

"Have you ever heard of bombardment? Believe it or not, we'll tie you to the stove! Let your skin and flesh burn

Several people's eyes were frozen and their voices were cold.Bai Ye's eyes congealed, swept a few people around, and said: "I'll give you face, I'll call you a senior brother. Don't push your luck, how many semi saints are so arrogant?"

When the words fell, all the disciples in the sword training room were stunned. Qi Qi looked at the white night in dismay.

Is the great emperor clamoring for half saints?

Who is arrogant?

"I think you want to die! I'll teach you to be a man first A half Saint couldn't help but roar and rushed in. His fist was like a meteor, shaking the void, and carrying the power of destroying mountains, he smashed the face of the white night.

This attack is particularly terrifying. The holy power is pure, and the tiger is powerful. The upper emperor is absolutely unable to resist it. Even if it is blocked, he is afraid that he will end up with a broken bone.

However...

white night is not an ordinary superior emperor.

He suddenly raised his hand, blocked the blow, completely wrapped it, and whirled his strength.

Click!

The sound of the bone breaking in all directions.

"Ah The half Saint cried miserably, and his forehead was sweating wildly.

"Younger brother Liu!"

"Asshole

The others were furious and rushed to the front together and attacked fiercely.

Many of the onlookers around called it shameless.

So many half saints actually deal with a superior Emperor... That's bullying.

People all feel sorry for the new comer.

It's just... The next second, everyone finds out they're wrong.

In the face of the siege of several semi saints, the white night was particularly calm. The whole person was not in a hurry and was able to handle it. He stepped back again and again to avoid several fierce fists. Then he jumped up and smashed the half cooked holy power of several people. Xuan'er kicked one of them!

Bang!

The man's chest was directly kicked down, and he flew out of the room and knocked over a small stove. The whole body was ablaze with flames, shouting and jumping into the cold pool.

White night is not polite, again turned to rush to another person, his speed is very fast, the wind speed is not enough to describe, the moment appeared in front of that person, one hand pressed his head, the person whole son smashed to the ground.

Bang!

All of a sudden, the whole sword training room seemed to tremble. The man's forehead smashed a hole in the ground under the great force of the white night. When he pulled out his head, he was already head broken and bleeding. After shaking twice, he fell down and fainted.

The rest of them were breathless.

Press Bansheng on the ground and beat him?

Is this still the emperor?

"You said you would bake me on the stove, didn't you?"

The white night stares at another person, light asks a way.

"No... no... you must have heard wrong. You heard me wrong..." the man retreated, his lips trembling.

"I heard it anyway!" White night shake his head, step again, body seems to move, fall behind that person.

The man was startled, and quickly turned over with one arm, but the arm of the white night was faster than him, and he grabbed his elbow in an instant and made a force.

Click.

Broken bones!

"Ah The cry of sorrow rises again.

However, seeing that the man's arms were all broken, he lost the ability to resist. The white night grabbed his neck, lifted it up, jumped to the huge stove in the middle, and put the man's back on the stove.

Zizi!!!!!

A harsh voice sounded, and the man's back was full of smoke, his flesh was burnt and his voice was shrieking. His whole face was twisted. After a while, a fire broke out behind him, and people howled wildly. All his back was burnt black, which was particularly tragic.

White night does not want to cause human life, arm move, throw it into the cold water, people this can be saved, but is half dead.

The rest of the people saw it, and they fell to their knees in a hurry.

"This younger martial brother... No! Senior brother!! Forgive me!! Let's let go of... Let us go... "

several people yelled eagerly, their voices trembling, and they were scared by the white night to tears and gall.

All the disciples in the sword building room were silent and sighed.

A superior Emperor... Unexpectedly in such a short period of time to clean up a few semi saints, pressure they can not raise their heads, if not for their own eyes, who can believe? If this thing spreads out, I'm afraid it will make a big stir?

"Let you go? By what? " White night swept a few people one eye, light way.

"As long as you let us go, we will do what we say to you in the future, and we will never be indifferent to you..."

several people trembled, looking at the miserable fate of those people before, they would have been terrified.

"Oh?"

White night moved his eyebrows, his hands behind his back, and turned around these people. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. His eyes looked at all the disciples present.

Sword building room...

the pavilion room at the bottom of Yijian heavenly palace!The disciples who joined here are all people with poor talent and shallow cultivation. There are few saints...

a bold idea came into being in the daytime.

He took a deep breath and drank it in a neutral voice.

"Everybody listen, put down what you're doing and come here!"

The sound was so loud that it spread all over the sword room.

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