I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Su Zuo circulated his martial arteries and used the spiritual energy that continuously poured into the training room to wrap the flying knife.

The consumption of running the two meridians at the same time is very different from that of calling them separately. Not only does it consume mental energy, but the spiritual energy of the spiritual meridians is also as excited as a chicken blood. Su Zuo needs to control it so that it does not run too much.

The flying knife trembled slightly under the tempering of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Xiao Jian: "It should want to scold you for cheating, but it's a pity that it hasn't given birth to a sword spirit yet!"

Su Zuo: "..."

So you say yes for it?

Seeing that the flying knife was wavering, Su Zuo increased the output of his spiritual energy.

Under such consumption, the spiritual power in the spiritual sea quickly became much thinner.

After persisting for less than half an hour, the spiritual energy decreased, and the flying knife shook twice, as if he was grateful for the opportunity to breathe.

Su Zuo took a handful of Spiritual Restoration Pills, and the spiritual energy in the training room instantly accelerated into her spiritual veins, filling her spiritual sea in a blink of an eye.

The spiritual current weakened and soon returned to full strength.

It turns into complex spiritual energy and penetrates into the magic weapon.

Xiaojian continued to educate Feidao: "Are you surprised or not? There are even more cheating ones."

Su Zuo: "..."

Xiaojian sighed: "Humans are so cunning. This is the first lesson that big brother will teach you."

Su Zuo: "You can't hear it even if you recite it in my head!"

Xiaojian didn't care: "As long as you hear it."

Su Zuo: "..."

Xiaojian's name was correct.

Calling him Su Ritian is not insulting at all.

It's a real sword.

However, Su Zuo did not break his guard and smiled calmly: "You just discovered it? Are you envious of me?"

Xiaojian: "..."

It deliberately wanted to see Su Zui defeated, but it didn't expect that its master's face was beyond its reach.

Xiaojian has nowhere to vent his anger.

The sword power of the Sun Moon Sword appeared, and the flying knife's floating posture suddenly became more precarious.

Just write "can't hold on" on the knife.

Su Zuo noticed that one of them was shaking the most pitifully, and began to focus on it.

The fact that the flying knife can persist shows that it is of truly extraordinary quality.

Without the help of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the divine sword, it would be wishful thinking to refine a magic weapon with such qualifications during the foundation-building period.

After a few hours, Su Zuo finally refined the first one and almost collapsed.

Xiaojian: "Flying knives have weak attributes, but they are much easier to refine than long swords. How wonderful!"

Su Zuo buried his head in eating the elixir, which was a bit wonderful.

Refining the flying knives was relatively simple, but she had to refine too many and had to separate them.

Even if six flying knives are not as oily and salty as a whole long sword, the long-term consumption is still enough to wear people down.

She even had to go through the torture of absorbing the essence of the magic weapon six times.

This kind of predictable and inevitable torture is particularly draining.

"I'm numb... I'm really numb..."

Su Zuo said to himself.

Xiaojian doubted: "It's impossible, right?"

Absorbing the essence of the magic weapon is impossible without concentration.

Su Zuo: "Shut up."

She couldn't get through it without deceiving herself.

I don't know how much time had passed, but there were a bunch of empty bottles of recovery elixirs piled up next to Su Zui.

She looked at the last flying knife as if she saw hope.

Five flying knives have been hidden in her spiritual sea, and now this last one is left.

Su Zuo's order of refining the flying knives was to pick the weak ones first. The earlier he was shaken, the more her spiritual power would be taken care of.

This one is the one that lasts the longest.

Now, only the wind-attribute spiritual sea is left empty in her body.

Most authoritative opinions believe that mutated spiritual roots are stronger than the common five-element spiritual roots, such as those of the wind, thunder, and ice types. At first, the wind-type spiritual roots were as enviable as stacking buffs.

Now it is no longer a single-type spiritual root, but it is normal to leave the most difficult flying knife to the wind-type spiritual sea.

The spiritual power and the flying knife were in a stalemate for a long time.

Finally, a bit of luminous origin emerged and followed the spiritual power into Su Zuo's body.

The girl's brows suddenly frowned, her hands clasped together, and she silently recited her thoughts.

The origin of the flying knife was guided to flow in her spiritual veins, and the speed was much slower than the spiritual energy, which could be called stubborn.

Finally, the source merged into the spiritual sea, and the light blue spiritual sea vibrated and moved.

The unmelted state lasted for several hours before it returned to calm and turned into a faint trace of gold in the spiritual sea.

The last flying knife in front of Su Zuo suddenly disappeared.

Su Zuo opened his eyes, feeling relieved.

With a thought in her mind, six flying knives suddenly appeared beside her.

"This pokes people fast enough."

Xiaojian: "If they are damaged, you will also be injured, so take it easy."

Su Zuo: "I don't know how to use it yet, alas!"

Martial arts suitable for this set of flying knives are hard to find.

If you have time, go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, with the intention of the knife, the attack power of the flying knife will not be weak in any case.

It was easier for her to break through the levels in the Valley of Trials.

Flying knives will only be faster than throwing long knives, and they will kill people more invisible.

It's just that due to the special nature of the natal magic weapon, it needs to be used according to one's ability.

Su Zuo stood up from the futon, staggered and almost lost his balance.

Refining magic weapons is indeed a laborious matter.

If Su Zuo was still thinking of a quick victory at the beginning, he thought that after refining, he would have enough energy to start integrating cultivation.

Once you're done, you won't think about anything else.

Just want to sleep.

After walking out of the training room, the second senior brother was standing in the courtyard, looking in her direction: "It's pretty fast."

Three days and three nights have passed, but for the monks, keeping this time is nothing.

Refining the natal magic weapon requires more willpower.

Without concentration, one cannot survive the hard training.

It is rare for monks with high cultivation level to have out-of-temperature.

Su Zuo was a little confused: "Senior brother, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Ni Chuanyun: "Three days, not long."

Ni Chuanyun pressed her shoulder and checked her spiritual veins for a while.

At this moment, Su Zuo could no longer keep his eyes open.

She finally experienced what it meant to live like a year.

Ni Chuanyun opened the door of the training room for her: "Go and have a rest."

He saw several junior disciples sleeping soundly in the training room.

According to those brats, sleeping in the training room is more comfortable than in the bedroom.

This has been the case since childhood.

It’s not sleepy, it’s mainly rebellious.

Xiaojiu was definitely the first one to fall asleep in the training room due to exhaustion.

Ni Chuanyun couldn't contain his old father's sense of relief at all.

Su Zuo said blankly "Thank you, senior brother" and floated into the training room.

I don't know when a soft blanket was placed on the training platform, and I sank into it as soon as I lay down.