Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

On the bookshelf of the imperial treasury.

"What is this?"

Ye Buwen picked up a secret book on the bookshelf.

This secret book is simple and rustic, and the cover is made of animal skin, which has a wild atmosphere.

On the cover, the three words "Xiantian Gong" are written in an elegant and chic manner.

Isn't this the martial arts that Wu Lingqi gave him?

Ye Buwen opened the Xiantian Gong, and the beginning of the book reads:

"There are no immortals in the world, and immortals are the methods of later generations. Our race has survived from ancient times to now become the overlord of heaven and earth, and it has its own strength.

The monsters practice with blood and transform their bodies into dragons and phoenixes.

Our human race is the strongest overlord race in the world, so naturally we can also practice with blood and get closer to the ancient sages.

I observed the monster method, and then observed the body of the ancient human sages, and created this method to let the weak human race regain the ancient blood."

Damn it.

Ye Buwen couldn't help cursing in his heart, why didn't his Xiantian Gong have this sentence?

The dog emperor actually used the castrated version to trick him.

He really deserves to be killed.

Ye Buwen looked at the contents inside.

The beginning is almost the same as his book, but there are many subtle differences in the description of the body refining method.

There is a most critical secret technique in it.

Use the blood of monsters as a guide to awaken the innate blood and obtain the supernatural powers of the human race.

And it emphasizes gradual progress and not being greedy for success.

In other words, his mother Ouyang Zhan's method is the right way.

He is practicing in a hurry and is a wrong way to achieve success.

If he could not suck blood and be invincible, he really could not have practiced this innate skill.

When he turned to the end, Ye Buwen found that this skill was actually a fragment.

There is no further content.

"I am so happy for nothing."

Ye Buwen looked at the bookshelf again and found a very new book. This book has been flipped recently, and there are wrinkles and gaps in the middle of the book.

This is the result of the person flipping the book vigorously.

Ye Buwen took it down and took a look, "Qi Refining Jue".

"Immortal cultivation method."

Ye Buwen was shocked.

If nothing unexpected happened, this was the immortal cultivation method left by Wu Yunshang.

He had long guessed that Wu Lingqi would pray for the immortal cultivation method for the royal family. After all, no one could resist the temptation of becoming an immortal.

"Old man, take a look."

Ye Buwen threw the "Qi Refining Art" to Ouyang Zhan.

"This..."

Ouyang Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly.

"It should be more than that. There should be a cultivation method for innate warriors. Although that thing is difficult for us to get, it should be easy for immortals."

"Look at the pills Wu Lingqi gave you. That immortal left him a lot of good things."

Ouyang Zhan smiled bitterly.

"Don't worry about it. My son-in-law won't tell you. He hid those two things very well."

"I didn't find them."

Ye Buwen was surprised: "Is this coward so stubborn?"

"He is fearless and knows that I dare not do anything to him."

"After all, he is the father of my granddaughter. Can I kill him? When my granddaughter comes back, she may have to dig up my grave and throw my bones to feed the dogs.

And he has also entertained immortals. The attitude of the Wu family ancestor has to be considered."

"Let this kid get lucky and get on the bridge of immortals."

In the imperial treasury, Ye Buwen took away all the martial arts he liked.

The imperial treasury was opened, and precious things were taken away continuously, and pawned for gold and silver to support Ye Buwen's orders.

Thousands of talented people came to the capital from all over the country for fame and bounty, refining weapons and armor for Ye Buwen.

High-temperature furnaces rose from the ground outside the city, and thick black smoke went straight into the sky.

A series of collisions of thoughts were born, all for the purpose of forging a peerless magic weapon.

"I have meteorite iron from outer space, which is extremely hard, but I am suffering from the lack of fine smelting and quenching. Whoever knows this best, I can work with him to win the 20,000 silver bounty, and I will take 50%."

A strong old man came out: "I am the contemporary successor of the Qi family's sword refining, Qi Feng. Can I refine your meteorite iron from outer space?"

"Qi family! The family that refined the heirloom sword Mo Yun."

The craftsmen gathered together were astonished.

With such people coming, what are they still competing for the first place.

Shouldn't you, the masters, be indifferent to fame and fortune and study the ironmaking technology?

"Qi Feng, are you here to fight for the silver?"

"You vulgar people, I am here to refine swords for the strong who fight zombies."

Another strong old man came out.

"I am the strongest swordsmith in the world. I should refine this meteorite from outer space to make a peerless magic weapon against zombies."

"You are also worthy of being called the strongest. Where do you put my Chen family?"

"My Zhao family of the Equipment Department is not in vain."

"Stop arguing. Let's take a look at this meteorite from outer space first. If this meteorite from outer space is not a good thing, it will be useless to refine it."

"Yes, can you show me your meteorite from outer space?"

"Of course you can. Don't be surprised later."

The man who claimed to have meteorite from outer space raised his head proudly and waved to the servants below the stage.

The two servants understood and pulled up the iron rod on the ground and inserted it into a wooden box the size of a human head.

The two men lowered their bodies, carried the iron rods on their backs, and walked up slowly.

The scene looked quite weird, as if a giant was crushed by an embroidery needle.

"It's just a small meteorite, but it actually takes two people to lift it?" Everyone was shocked.

"Yes, it's only the size of a baby's head and weighs 187 pounds."

The holder of the meteorite iron looked around at the crowd and said, "Who has the information to refine such a magical thing?"

"The size of a human head weighs more than 180 kilograms. This must be a magical thing." Some people were shocked.

"This is an immortal thing, and it should be made with immortal skills. Anyone who dares to say that his skills are almost immortal should come and try this meteorite iron."

"this……"

The proud and arrogant people who had just been making a fuss suddenly became silent. They did not dare to say that they must have the confidence to build this extraterrestrial meteorite of extraordinary weight.

Qi Feng stood up and looked at the meteorite wrapped in the box with firm eyes.

"I must make this meteorite from the sky."

"Qi Feng, are you confident that you can make it?"

"No." Qi Feng shook his head.

"But I am willing to dedicate all my Qi Feng skills. Is there anyone who is willing to share the skills with me and refine this sword together?"

"You mean, you want to cooperate with others to refine the sword together."

"That's right."

"This extraterrestrial meteorite cannot be forged by anyone, but if we can use ingenuity and the combined efforts of everyone, we can definitely mold this meteorite into a famous sword."

The sword fanatic laughed: "Since you, Qi Feng, are willing to use your ancestral skill to refine swords, then I will offer my strongest sword sharpening skills to forge this sword with you."

"That's great."

"My Chen family is not inferior to others."

The man holding the meteorite iron hesitated: "With so many people, how can we divide the 20,000 taels of silver?"

"I don't want any cents, I just want to refine this first-class sword." Qi Feng looked straight at the meteorite iron that held down the two adult servants.

"I'll give it all to you, I don't care." The sword fanatic threw away the gold and silver and only thought about how to refine the sword.

"My Chen family only seeks the reputation of this first sword."

"Since everyone is so generous, I won't be stingy either. All the manpower and material resources for making this sword come from me.

If the sword is made, I will give each of the participants one hundred taels of silver. "