The breeze is gentle and the sun shines.

Chen Weiming looked carefully at the refining furnace in the yard. In the white mist, a long sword was floating. There were black light spots, tangled and shining, emitting the breath of death.

There were many people outside the door looking around, trying to see what was going on, but they were blocked by the surrounding formations and could not see clearly.

In the Battle of Jade Lake, A Tie became famous and almost the entire Lushan City knew about it. A cultivator in Kongming stage killed a killer in the Tribulation stage, which was enough to make everyone look at him.

No one has ever paid attention to the house in this corner on weekdays, but now I know that there is a master hidden here. Young people admire the strong, especially the strong man belongs to their own side.

I don’t feel anything on weekdays. Over time, Chen Weiming also felt the trouble caused by this fame. Ji Hanyan was fine. She came alone and felt that she was particularly proud and excited. But Ah Snake couldn’t do it anymore and hid every day. In desperation, she could only activate the ban formation every day to stop others from peeping.

"Master, you really don't eat it!" Ji Hanyan jumped out of the door and walked aside, asking in confusion: "Master, you are so powerful, why are you obsessed with refining weapons every day? My father said that all the people who refining weapons are crazy, don't change that."

Chen Weiming waved his hand casually: "Eat yourself, don't disturb me, it's almost done!"

He finally knew why the book suggested that when refining important magic weapons, he must find a quiet place to not be disturbed. He refined his weapons here, and Ji Hanyan came out and yelled a few words if he had something to do. If he hadn't been afraid of all the magical skills, he would have been obsessed with it.

Ji Hanyan looked left and right for a while, and suddenly she was inexplicably surprised: "Wow, it's so irritating, Master, are you planning to refine a weapon for me?"

Chen Weiming has never used the death Taoist pattern, but she has practiced the death Taoist pattern recently, so she thinks so.

"You have what you have at home, don't make any decisions about me!"

Chen Weiming was so angry that he watched the refining furnace rushing to the flames and golden lights emerge. He knew that it had reached the last moment, so he stopped talking for a while and was fully focused.

He never thought about refining a special weapon or, for him, refining weapons is now a kind of training, very casual, and he does it when he thinks about it.

The constant appearance of Yanyun Pavilion made him unable to help but think of the Nether Dagger, and even more of the things he had in the West Sea Continent. At that time, he ranked third in the Nether Dagger and second in the Sword God. It was not that the Sword God was stronger than the Nether Dagger, but because he had a good weapon.

With Yanyun Pavilion's habit, even if the Nether Sword has been valued now, it is estimated that he will not give him a good weapon for a while. Because of the rumors, the Evil Spirit Daojun is likely to train him as a successor. As a heir, he will inevitably have to endure more tempering and must not get too many benefits. This time he saw a seventh-level material corpse and water stone at Hongsheng Trading Company and bought it immediately.

This kind of stone is not natural, it is produced acquired and only appears on large battlefields. Corpse piles up, blood is soaked, and death is contagious, so that it will appear.

In the early years, this stone was very common because there were too many wars. In recent years, although the four major forces were hostile to each other, there were fewer wars, which became rare.

However, some people came up with a solution: corpses may not necessarily require humans. When the price of corpses and water stones rises, some people killed a large number of livestock and small monsters to accumulate, and there is also a chance to appear, but the texture is much worse. What Chen Weiming can afford is naturally not something that can be piled up with human lives.

The fog rose and the aura of death spread. When the golden light appeared, it finally ended.

Although there have been success cases, Chen Weiming still couldn't help but feel nervous. He thought he was a rich man, but in fact he was relatively relative. Compared with his previous self, weapons were indeed very expensive, but the materials were not cheap. Especially for special materials such as corpse water stone, they cost him 30% of his savings on one piece, but they can't stand the trouble.

The long sword slowly pulled out from the white mist, and layers of mysterious light flashed, as if it was soaked, slowly dyeing the long sword a layer of black. When it was completely pulled out, the white blades had turned as dark as ink.

After passing through the true energy and activate it, the death energy spread. Feeling the breath, the ninth-level spiritual weapon made Chen Weiming breathe a sigh of relief, and finally succeeded.

This weapon is different from what he has refined before. It does not enclose magical powers, but is purely a Taoist pattern. A close friend has a mutual understanding. In his opinion, the weapon that enclose magical powers is for people like Ru Ji Hanyan who have poor cultivation. People like Ru Ming Dao need only weapons that can improve his combat power.

If the materials are good, you can naturally add more patterns, not only death patterns, but also hard patterns, sharp patterns, and sword patterns. Everything is for the death patterns, which can improve the attack of the Nether Sword as much as possible.

After confirming that, the black knife was closed.

"Master, don't you really give it to me?" Ji Hanyan's eyes were blurred and she pretended to be innocent.

Chen Weiming pointed her head: "It's good if I didn't ask you for a reward, so I don't have any idea about it."

"Mr. Tie, are you doing well?"

Ah Snake asked softly in the house, full of expectations. She was used to the lifestyle of telling Wu Zi about three meals a day. When she arrived here, although she also had three meals a day, Chen Weiming was obsessed with refining weapons all day long. It would be nice to have one meal in five days. She always felt less familiar.

Ji Hanyan hurriedly sat in the seat and pouted: "Sister Ah Snake, don't care about him anymore, stingy!"

I thought these two people would be troublesome to get along with and would need to adapt for a long time, but Chen Weiming still underestimated Ji Hanyan's ability to cook. After eating a few meals with Ah Snake, in just two days, he was afraid of snakes and the name changed to a kind "sister".

After the three of them took a few bites, Chen Weiming suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly and put down his bowls and chopsticks.

When Ah Snake saw it, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, does it taste wrong?"

Although she didn't have a little cultivation, she had a very long life because of the transformation of the Demon Cultivator. She didn't know how to practice and didn't dare to go out, cooking became her interest. Compared to others saying that she looked weird, she cared more about some people saying that the things she made were not delicious.

Chen Weiming smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, Ah, your cooking skills should be the best in the world... Someone came over, it seemed like Lao He!"

"Old He!" Ji Hanyan was stunned: "Why did he come to the academy?"

"Does this still need to be thought about?" Chen Weiming opened the ban at the door for a while, and Lao He walked in.

"Of course I'm going to send you back!"
Chapter completed!