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"Is this long sword magic weapon so powerful?"

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes widened with surprise, and he said excitedly: "

If that's the case, wouldn't it greatly increase my strength if I could possess such a long sword weapon that surpasses the Yellow Rank?"

The grades of magical instruments that he currently knows of are divided from low to high into: ordinary grade magical instruments, yellow grade magical instruments, and mysterious grade magical instruments.

As for higher-grade magical weapons, he currently does not know about them.

"If you want this long sword, you can try to refine it. Maybe you can barely control it."

Meng Daluo smiled slightly, with a bit of carefree and open-mindedness in his smile, and said.

“Senior Meng, you took this long sword from me, and you also had a thrilling battle with its original owner.”

Zhang Xiaoshan was stunned when he heard this, and said with a hint of surprise:

This long sword is yours, are you really willing to let me refine it?"

"Hey, I only have a remnant soul left now. If you hadn't infused this long sword with spiritual energy to awaken me, perhaps in a few hundred years, even this remnant soul would have disappeared. I don't know who will get the long sword."

Meng Daluo shook his head slightly, a trace of emotion appeared on his face, and said:

Besides, I haven't refined this magical long sword, so it doesn't belong to me. But you can refine it.

That way, it can be used for your benefit.”

"That's great!"

Zhang Xiaoshan was suddenly excited. He was very excited to think that if he could refine this magical weapon that surpassed the yellow grade, his strength would increase greatly.

When he was about to refine it, he hesitated, looked at Meng Daluo, and said, "

Senior Meng, how can I refine this long sword magic weapon? "

"What?"

"You don't even know how to refine a magical weapon?"

When Meng Daluo heard this, his eyes dimmed and he said.

"Senior, I haven't practiced immortal arts for too long, and I don't know much about magic tools. As for how to refine such a powerful magic tool, I'm not sure."

Zhang Xiaoshan seemed a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said with a smile.

"You are a cultivator who has reached the seventh level of weapon refining, but you don't even know the technique of refining magic weapons."

Meng Daluo shook his head slightly and sighed softly: "Forget it, since you don't know, then I will tell you.

Sit on the ground first, then stretch out your hands, pour spiritual energy into the sword, and release your mental power at the same time, establish a connection with the inside of the sword, and you can refine it. "

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Meng."

Zhang Xiaoshan said quickly with a smile.

Then, Zhang Xiaoshan sat down on the ground and stretched out his hands. The spiritual energy in his dantian began to surge and flowed directly into his hands.

In an instant, a flash of light appeared between his palms.

The spiritual light danced like fireflies, quickly landing on the long sword, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated into it.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoshan's mind raced, releasing the mental power in his mind.

This mental power was like an invisible thread, flowing directly into the sword and disappearing without a trace.

Mental power and spiritual energy are intertwined within the sword body.

Then, the mental force within the sword body gradually moved forward like a fish swimming in water, and soon reached the center of the sword body.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A slight sound came from within the sword, and the mental force shuttled back and forth in the center of the sword like threading a needle.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoshan released his mental power crazily, and it continuously poured into the sword body like a fountain.

In a moment, Zhang Xiaoshan only felt that the mental power in his mind was surging into the long sword like a fountain.

Suddenly, his mental strength was severely depleted.

"What's wrong with me?"

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhang Xiaoshan's forehead. His eyes became dazed and blurry as he looked at the long sword in front of him. His head shook involuntarily from side to side, as if he was drunk.

"Oh no! This kid refined a magical weapon that surpassed the yellow grade for the first time, but he didn't know how to restrain himself and even transferred a large amount of his mental power to this long sword magical weapon."

Seeing this, Meng Daluo's face changed slightly and he whispered: "

If this continues, once his mental energy is exhausted, he won’t be able to recover in ten days or half a month.”

He knew very well that the grade of this sword might be higher than that of a Xuan-grade magic weapon. If he wanted to refine this magic weapon, he would need to input a massive amount of mental power.

In his eyes, Zhang Xiaoshan was just a small cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. It was enough for him to refine the long sword slightly, imbue it with a little of his own spiritual power, and be able to control it barely.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoshan knew nothing about this and did not know how to restrain himself. He was still releasing his mental power wantonly.

If Zhang Xiaoshan continued, his mental strength would be exhausted. He knew that by then Zhang Xiaoshan would most likely fall seriously ill.

Meng Daluo was extremely anxious and quickly approached Zhang Xiaoshan. He opened his mouth and yelled into his ear.

"Roar!"

In an instant, the roar was like a lion's roar.

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaoshan heard this deafening sound in a daze, and instantly came to his senses. He quickly put down his hands, stopped transferring spiritual energy and mental power, and gasped heavily.

"You are such a careless person, you dare to recklessly transfer all your mental power to this long sword. Do you want to make yourself seriously ill?"

Meng Daluo looked at Zhang Xiaoshan who had come back to his senses, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice.

"Senior Meng, what happened to me just now?

I seem to have had a dream. "

Zhang Xiaoshan took a deep breath, and when he calmed down and recovered a little, he turned to look at Meng Daluo and asked.

"Hey, little guy, you were too impatient just now. You only wanted to put all your mental power into this long sword magic weapon."

Meng Daluo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

At your current level, your mental strength is not enough to be absorbed by this long sword.

Fortunately, I interrupted you just in time."

"Thank you for your help just now, senior."

Zhang Xiaoshan listened, nodded, and said with a grin.

"Nothing, but now feel this long sword and see if you can establish a connection with it."

Meng Daluo waved his hand and said.

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded and turned his gaze to the silver sword on the ground.

Faintly, he seemed to feel a connection with the inside of the sword.

He stretched out a hand and hooked his fingers lightly.

Buzz!

In an instant, the silver sword flashed with light, rose from the ground, and hovered in front of him.

“It actually flew?”

Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes lit up involuntarily, and he said with surprise.

Before, he had to use all his strength to lift the silver sword with both hands.

At this moment, he just had a slight sense of the sword, and then he stretched out his hand and pointed lightly, and the sword actually flew up. This really made him feel incredible.