Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1197 An unexpected surprise
A sword, refined from late at night until dawn.

Fortunately, everyone present was a cultivator. Except for Jin Tong, who had a low level of cultivation and could not endure such a long process of refining equipment, and therefore retreated to the side to rest early, everyone else watched the whole process with great interest.

The one who worked the hardest among them was Mu Jingjing.

She hammered the sword blank for several hours, her arms were so sore that she could hardly lift them. However, she was extremely excited as she watched the Broken Sky Sword gradually take shape under her hammering.

Ling Yichen held the Broken Sky Sword in his hand, feeling the waves of telepathic feedback from the sword, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"My blood and essence are still there?" He turned the Broken Sky Sword back and forth, and became more and more delighted the more he looked at it.

I thought that when the broken sword was recast, the essence and blood that had originally nourished it would be refined away, but I never expected that it would be preserved.

Essence and blood are the external core that condenses the essence and energy of a cultivator's body.

For monks, blood is extremely precious and counted by the drops. It is usually taken from the heart, so it is also called heart blood. Once the blood is gone, the qi and blood will disappear and the person will die.

Therefore, using essence and blood as a furnace and the three souls and seven spirits as a guide, the natal magic weapon that is refined and nurtured will be in tune with the cultivator's mind.

This is why, after the life weapon is broken, the cultivator is usually seriously injured or even killed. In addition to the severe damage of the soul being torn apart, the drop of blood on the weapon will also backfire on the cultivator.

Ling Yichen is only at the initial stage of Golden Core, his cultivation is just mediocre, and there is only a few drops of essence and blood left in his body. That's why he was so seriously injured when the Duanxiao Sword was destroyed.

Being forced to practice swordsmanship by Ao Jin was a helpless move. He thought that he would have to sacrifice another drop of blood to refine a new life-defining magic weapon, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.

"External objects can be impurities or catalysts for refining materials." Lin Fan replied calmly, "Essence and blood can also be used as refining materials. During the stacking process, it will be fully integrated into the Thunder God Stone to increase your compatibility with the sword."

Isn't it a perfect fit?

The sword in Ling Yichen's hand seemed to be a part of his body, and he could even control the fluctuations of the electric arc. It was unlike the previous Broken Sky Sword, which had been nurtured for several years and could even electrocute itself.

The joy in his heart was transmitted to the sword, and the sword body shook slightly, making a slight sound.

Ling Yichen's joy was beyond words. He stroked the sword with his hand, and a hint of anticipation and excitement flashed in his eyes. He tiptoed and jumped onto the river surface.

With a slight turn of the wrist, waves appeared on the river surface, with arcs of blue and purple light in the waves.

Water conducts electricity!
Ling Yichen almost got carried away, and quickly twisted his body in mid-air, barely avoiding the splashing water, and landed steadily on the other side. The sweeping movement of the sword was even more clean and neat.

However, he did not expect that the lush trees more than a hundred meters in front of him suddenly broke one after another. The sound of falling wood continued for a long time before gradually subsiding.

Such power not only astonished Ling Yichen himself, but also stunned everyone on the other side of the river.

Jin Tong rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked nervously, "What happened? What happened? Did the ground shake?"

Ling Yichen stood there in a daze, with the sword in his hand still in hand, but he felt unprecedented shock.

He clearly didn't deliberately exert spiritual power, but the recast Sky-Breaking Sword seemed to have life, moving restlessly in his palm. Tiny flashes of lightning moved on the sword, like a restless dragon.

Across the river, he looked at the group of people on the other side.

Lin Fan still had a calm expression. Ao Hen, who was sitting on the ground and looked lazy, and the people from Changtian Sect... all had mixed feelings.

The person who broke his sword, the person who wanted to take his life, and the person he himself wanted to get rid of, worked together to help him forge this new life-saving magical weapon.

Although it was new, its power and the degree of harmony it possessed far surpassed the sword forged by the "master" that he had worked so hard to obtain from the sect before...

What is a fellow disciple?

What is the enemy?
At least these people, at this moment, when they were forging their swords, were truly wholeheartedly devoted to him...

"What's wrong with him?" Mu Jingjing asked as she watched Ling Yichen standing in a daze on the other side of the river.

"Don't worry about him." Lin Fan turned around and put the black crystal meteorite into the disciple's order, "Brother Yu, we can withdraw now."

"Wait a minute!" Ling Yichen stepped on the water and said, "I still need a scabbard!"

This curved blade could not fit into the original scabbard. Unfortunately, after the sword was recast, it was always shining with lightning, making it difficult to place.

Yu Sinian paused while holding the fan and looked at Lin Fan.

"That's another price." Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at the sword in Ling Yichen's hand, his tone somewhat nonchalant.

Ling Yichen was so touched that he suddenly collapsed. Yes, he paid for it. Isn't it natural for Lin Fan to refine the sword? It must be that the previous sword was too big, which caused his mentality to be unbalanced!
"What else do you want?" Ling Yichen asked with a dark face.

"What do you have?" Lin Fan asked.

Ling Yichen had no choice but to search his pockets. But there were goodies scattered all over the floor, and their value far exceeded that of the black crystal meteorite iron, but there was still nothing that Lin Fan wanted.

Ling Yichen was angry and aggrieved. He felt that Lin Fan was deliberately humiliating him and that this guy deserved to be killed.

But as soon as the thought came to his mind, it touched Lin Fan's back, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in Aohen's smiling eyes.

No! He was startled and his emotions calmed down instantly.

He knew that Lin Fan was doing this to vent Shen Xiuyuan's anger, but asking him to beg for forgiveness in a humble manner... he couldn't do it!
"Actually, don't you have a wood spirit root?" Jin Tong couldn't stand the stalemate anymore, and suddenly he interrupted, "Why don't you just make a wooden scabbard for yourself?"

As soon as she said this she realized something was wrong. She hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands and looked around cautiously.

Du Xingyu rolled his eyes, Yu Sinian turned his head casually, and the others ignored him, especially Lin Fan, who didn't even raise his eyelids.

Jin Tong then breathed a sigh of relief and secretly warned himself: I must be careful with my words in the future.

However, Ling Yichen seemed to have suddenly been enlightened. Vines grew out of his palm and tightly wrapped around the sword. The problem that had troubled him for a long time was instantly solved.

While packing up, he deliberately threw a small thing to Jin Tong: "Your reward."

Jin Tong felt it was too hot when he took it in his hand, and looked at Lin Fan in panic: "Senior Sister..."

Lin Fan took a glance and said calmly, "Keep it. It's a foundation-building pill."

This thing is useless to Ling Yichen, but it is like a treasure to Jintong.

She took the pill into her arms with great joy, and deliberately avoided others and bowed to Ling Yichen to express her gratitude.

In the following days, Shen Xiuyuan took his fellow junior brothers and sisters to complete several lowest-level herb-picking and collection tasks specially arranged for Jintong, and slowly headed south in a carriage to kill time.

He just wanted Aohen, the high-level Jindan cultivator, to feel bored and leave early.

But he underestimated Ao Hen's interest in Lin Fan.

He followed Lin Fan every day, just like a low-level disciple who knew nothing, and completely enjoyed it.

Even Jintong could chat with Aohen with a smile.

Ling Yichen, who used to be on guard against Aohen all day, now has the new Broken Sky Sword to protect him, and after finding a safe distance that is within Lin Fan's sight, he is now completely focused on his beloved sword and healing his wounds, feeling much more at ease.

In this way, it seemed as if Lin Fan had two more Jindan-level "bodyguards" around her. However, she herself had no sense of crisis at all.

Unable to defeat them, unable to drive them away, the plan to go to Canghai Sect could only be postponed again and again.

After experiencing many days of peace and tranquility, the people of Changtianmen gradually got used to these two existences.

On this day, the carriage drove into a fairly prosperous town.

Jin Tong, who had long been tired of sleeping in the open, laughed happily: "Today I can finally have a good sleep!"

"Compared to this," Du Xingyu lifted the curtain and leaned half of his body out of the car window to look, "I would like to know if there is any good wine here."

The carriage stopped at the door of the best inn, and Du Xingyu and Jintong rushed in first.

There were not many people in the lobby of the inn. There was only one person sitting at the table. The others were standing with their hands hanging down. The group of white-robed monks standing behind that person stood out.

Du Xingyu stopped in time and kicked Jintong, who was a few steps behind, out.

Jintong tumbled down the stairs and stopped when he bumped into someone, groaning in pain.

"What happened?" Shen Xiuyuan quickly helped the man up.

Mu Jingjing has already rolled up his sleeves.

Jin Tong was in real pain, but he also knew that things had to be done first. He grabbed Shen Xiuyuan's sleeve and said anxiously:
"People from Taixu Palace came to our door!"