ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 159 Did you drop this wooden axe or the golden axe?
"How do you want to fight?"

Du Xinghe drew out his sword and swung it twice.

"Of course I want you to do your best, even if I have to lie in bed for half a month afterwards, it will be my honor," Jiang Zeman paused, thinking of the gap in realm between the two sides, and did not dare to be arrogant: "However, we still have to go on the stage tomorrow, so I have to ask you to hold back a little and stop when you are done."

When his barbarian blood was not activated, he spoke appropriately, like a polite scholar.

When he was fighting with Shenshui just now, although he beat the horse man so hard that he cried for his parents, he really held back. The injuries were only superficial. A medical practitioner could give him a few touches and he would be back to life.

"no problem."

Du Xinghe readily agreed.

She remembered when others treated her apprentice well: "Come on."

As soon as she stepped onto the martial arts arena, the other monks who were sparring stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her. Some even took out their camera stones to secretly record the scene.

Jiang Zeman roared, and his body swelled again. Blood-mist-like hot air rose from his body, and his blood vessels bulged. Du Xinghe's eyes were filled with purple, and through his purple pupils, he could see the ferocious remnants of the barbarians looming behind him.

It is said that in ancient times, racial conflicts were frequent in the Pingyun Continent, and there was no such thing as sparring. When they met, the only things they would do were life-and-death battles and reproduction. The barbarians, like many monster tribes, had to stick together to survive, and they evolved many blood-inherited skills that allowed them to invoke their ancestors' power during battles.

"Blood Soul Dragon Elephant Golden Body!"

A discerning cultivator blurted out and commented with envy: "My family doesn't have such an inheritance, and the ancestor of the sect can't help me fight. It's amazing to have a background... What about the other side?"

"You don't know the other side? The first person to cross the galaxy."

Those cultivators did not avoid people when they talked, and Du Xinghe heard it all clearly. After skipping a lot of the content that boasted about her, she roughly understood the inheritance of Brother Daoist Jiang's martial arts.

When you go out as a shaman, you have to offer sacrifices to the gods, but it doesn't cost anything for the ancestors to help their descendants.

The only way Du Xinghe could think of to ask his ancestors for help was to sprinkle his grandmother's ashes into the enemy's eyes during close combat, blinding them.

The amount of milk is not enough to cause a dust explosion.

While Du Xinghe was daydreaming, the giant axe and the human figure suddenly attacked her.

It jumped up quickly and dodged to the left.

Physical training is not only about training the body to the extreme, but also a very obvious feature when fighting is that the spiritual power will be wrapped around the body. When she opened the purple wisdom pupil, the trend of Jiang Zeman's spiritual power was clearly visible in her eyes, and she could see clearly which muscle would be affected first when she raised her hand.

In the first three minutes, Jiang Zeman couldn't even touch a corner of her sleeve.

He shouted again, and countless axe shadows surrounded him. The dense rain-like attack could not be dodged by agility alone. Her pupils turned, and she retreated to the back, but she gave up the light sword, and Chi Xiao flew out of the sheath, spinning like the wind in Wushan.

As the sword flashes up and down, the murderous aura makes people's hair stand on end!

After activating the Blood Soul Golden Body, Jiang Zeman had lost the fear that an ordinary person should have. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his giant axe hit Chi Xiao. In a flash, the giant axe was broken into pieces by the remaining force of the sword, and the broken fragments were embedded in the wall for three inches, which shows its power.

But the heavy sword did not change its momentum and went straight towards Jiang Zeman's head!

At that critical moment, Jiang Zeman's fighting instinct made him gather all his spiritual power to his neck, just to save his life.

Is this the true strength of Senior Du?!
He suddenly realized that under the influence of the Blood Soul Golden Body, he felt very happy.

It was a good decision to come to Xihe Garden as we lost to such an opponent!
Du Xinghe shook his wrist, and Chi Xiao swooped up diagonally, just brushing his cheek and cutting off a tuft of hair. The sword energy was like thunder, and a deep crack was created on the ground behind him!

The difference between life and death is only half a finger.

Du Xinghe sheathed her sword and saw the silly boy staring at her blankly. There was a bloody scratch on his handsome cheek, and he looked like he was stunned. She couldn't help but laugh:

"We agreed to stop fighting."

The deacon of the martial arts arena hurried over, looking embarrassed.

We are just competing, why are you destroying the house?

But this is a Jindan cultivator. If a Jindan master takes action, it would be just playing house if he doesn't demolish your venue. They hesitated whether to ask Du Xinghe for compensation. Jiang Zeman came to his senses as if awakened from a dream, took out the spirit stone and told them that he would take all the compensation.

Du Xinghe was pulled by Xinyue to sit down, and he carefully checked it from head to toe. The Xueming that was originally thrown to the ground also flew back into the sheath by itself.

Shenshui protested: "Senior sister, you didn't examine me so seriously just now!"

Xinyue was touching her master all over, while glancing at him: "Can you compare with the master?"

Shenshui whimpered and leaned on his master's shoulder in grievance: "Master, I am so weak."

Du Xinghe was sandwiched between the two of them, and felt that fighting a battle with a physical cultivator was not as tiring as dealing with these two.

Jiang Zeman also came from a Xuan Dynasty immortal cultivation family. Although he was not as noble as the Ji family, he still paid the compensation for the martial arts arena. He quickly dismissed the people from the Nine Yang Sect and came over to bow deeply to Du Xinghe: "Thank you for your guidance, senior! I originally wanted to ask my ancestor to possess me so that I could fight with you for a few moves... Now I finally understand the gap between you and me. You were holding back the whole time, which is probably more tiring than fighting with all your strength... It's great to be your disciple."

He obviously understood why Du Xinghe agreed to give him another chance to compete with him.

It's just an opportunity to teach my disciples.

Shenshui nodded seriously: "Master is still good to me, don't be too frustrated, you are very strong, but my master is even stronger."

"Thank you for your comfort,"

Jiang Zeman laughed and said, "Senior, if you want me to fight your disciple again in the future, just tell me on the Jade Book. I can fight you as many times as you want."

"……what?"

Shenshui turned around and looked at Du Xinghe with tears in his eyes: "Master, is it too late for me to take back my words of comfort now?"

It's definitely too late.

After two rounds of sparring, Du Xinghe finally warmed up, but Jiang Zeman was completely convinced.

The way she was addressed also changed from fellow Taoist to senior.

During the conversation, he also showed his respect for his predecessor. He said that he had seen other sword cultivators before, but this was the first time he encountered such a strong one.

Du Xinghe was puzzled: "There are so many masters in the Xuan Dynasty, how come there is no sword cultivator with higher cultivation than me?"

"You must have heard what other cultivators said. I have barbarian blood, although it is not as pure as my predecessors... The strength of a cultivator is not only determined by his cultivation, but also by his physical strength." Jiang Zeman touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "You are so strong. Although I don't understand why your physical body is so strong, I just can't beat you. You are so powerful."

Every word of simple praise comes from the heart.

Du Xinghe asked: "That axe, is it your magic weapon?"

Jiang Ze was quite dazed when he picked up the giant axe. After a moment, he uttered an "Ah" and showed an anxious look, but he quickly put on a smile and said, "It doesn't matter! We are body cultivators with weapons all over our bodies. We don't rely on magic weapons. I can fight just the same with any weapon I change."

He thought he had covered it up well.

Du Xinghe understood: "Pick up the fragments and I will try to repair them for you."

"Can you repair magic weapons?"

Jiang Zeman asked in surprise.

Du Xinghe: "If you have no other ideas, I can try."

Jiang Zeman was very happy and said, "This magic weapon is indeed not the best. I can only inherit my father's Blood Soul Battle Axe after I successfully break through the Golden Core. However, I have been using this giant axe since I was refining Qi. It would be a bit difficult to change it to other weapons in a hurry."

He didn't notice that this contradicted what he had said before, and he let it slip again.

……

After saying goodbye to Jiang Zeman, Du Xinghe returned to the house.

Sword Spirit: "Why didn't I know you could repair magic weapons?"

"I learned a little from Cang Hengzi..." Du Xinghe said.

She had nothing better to do but learn it with her stealing eyes. The Purple Wisdom Eye was like using a cheat when refining a weapon. This was her first time trying to repair a mid-grade magic weapon. "If you can't fix it yourself, I have another way."

Du Xinghe fiddled with the fragments of the giant axe he had picked up from the bag.

An hour passed.

Du Xinghe summoned the system: [Is there any item in the mall that can repair this thing that can be exchanged? ]

Palace Fighting System: [No, host.]

Du Xinghe: [Can't you repair it like you repaired the relationship between me and the emperor? ]

Palace Fighting System: [No, host.]

Du Xinghe Bu Xixin: [In palace fighting novels, there are often vicious female supporting characters who tear the protagonist's dance clothes into pieces, trying to embarrass the protagonist. My axe was torn into pieces. Shouldn't the palace fighting system help me? ]

The palace fighting system fell into a long silence.

Obviously, no matter from which angle, it could not understand that the performance of the favorite concubine would require the use of an axe.

Limited, too limited!

The system did not respond, so Du Xinghe had to give up and devote himself again to the task of piecing together the axe fragments.

The sword spirit gloated: "It takes time to refine weapons."

"Don't worry, I still have a way."

"Let me see what you can do."

The sword spirit soon realized what she had in mind.

Du Xinghe closed the door, entered the Xinghe Palace, and slid into the west wing where Cang Hengzi lived: "Master——"

Cang Hengzi arranged all his treasured materials into a ring, and sat in the center of the circle. He used the rich spiritual energy to meditate and feel the subtle spiritual energy of each material. This way, he increased his sensitivity to the proportions of the materials.

He had just gotten into the mood when he was interrupted by an unusually cheerful voice.

The loud call of the Jindan monk frightened him so much that he shivered and his heart beat wildly.

Cang Hengzi opened the door angrily, and was confronted by his sister-in-law's apprentice who looked at him with a flattering expression: "Why are you yelling so loudly! Don't you know that we weapon cultivators are very fragile? You almost broke my protective energy with your shout!"

It took him a long time to recover.

Du Xinghe chuckled and apologized guiltily.

Cang Hengzi felt that it was unreasonable for her to dislike Shen Shui sometimes - after they became familiar with each other, some of her actions towards elders were very similar to Shen Shui. Xinyue was the most dignified one in this sect.

He didn't really blame her, so he said, "Tell me what's the matter."

Du Xinghe handed the bundle to him like presenting a treasure.

Cang Hengzi opened it and saw:
"The Tempered Silver Fragment...isn't a treasure, but is it worth it for you to bring it to me?"

He thought of His Majesty.

His Majesty would like to open up his private treasury to her, so that she can take whatever she wants. How could she care about these little things? However, it is commendable that she knew to give him a treasure when she found it. She has a kind heart.

The next second, Du Xinghe said, "I broke someone else's magic weapon during a sparring match. Can you fix it, brother?"

Cang Hengzi: ...

Is this something a human being can say?

You only think of him when you need help from him, and give him a bag of broken pieces?

Give him back the feeling he just had!
Du Xinghe didn't notice his subtle look, and told the story of what happened today in a tangled way: "I tried to repair it using your method, and found that I could piece together the original shape, but the spiritual power of the magic weapon was sluggish..."

She repeated her attempt from the previous hour.

The more Cang Hengzi listened, the more his expression changed.

As a master of weapon refining, he could certainly hear where the problem occurred when Du Xinghe was repairing the magic weapon.

However, it is incredible that this is the only problem that occurred when trying to repair the magic weapon for the first time!
Ordinary weapon repairers need to learn to distinguish materials for two years, and only after two years can they slowly learn to smelt materials as apprentices. He interrupted her in frustration: "The spirituality of the magic weapon is sluggish because you don't understand the inscription circuit at all, but how did you piece together the magic weapon? You haven't learned it!"

Du Xinghe groaned, this time he was really guilty: "I saw you secretly learned a few things when you were refining equipment."

Cang Hengzi: "..."

Learn secretly.

Learning secretly is not the point; the point is that she can do it after just a few glances at it secretly.

At this moment, Cang Hengzi deeply empathized with Sister Rong Yu——

No wonder her sister-in-law was willing to help her, probably because she valued her talent.

He is clearly a genius in weapon refining and alchemy, so why is he just foolishly waving a small wooden sword?
Cang Hengzi didn't ask any more questions and just invited her into the house.

Du Xinghe followed him into the west wing and saw the materials and ores neatly laid out on the floor. Just as he was wondering why the master had the strange habit of setting up a stall at home, he tapped the furnace and a blue-green fire ignited with a roar: "Come on, show me how to repair it."

She stepped over a large piece of Lingyin ore and walked to the furnace: "Master, you have a complete set of equipment."

After saying that, she really repeated her previous attempt in front of Cang Hengzi.

Cang Hengzi was concentrating, frowning and then relaxing his brows.

Very strange.

It's not like he had not instructed other weapon refiners before. Before he went out to travel on his own, he had also worked with his fellow disciples in refining weapons together.

As for Du Xinghe's technique, he learned it from him. It takes a hundred years of practice to master this skill.

But he made many mistakes that a layman would make, which made him feel like ants were crawling all over his body.

Finally, when Du Xinghe made another mistake, he stopped her: "Stop, stop."

Du Xinghe stopped what he was doing and tilted his head.

Cang Hengzi asked her the question in his heart, and she said: "I just learned a little bit secretly. I have never learned to refine weapons. Naturally, I am a layman."

"Your technique is not that of an amateur."

Du Xinghe: "But I'm just a layman!"

Cang Hengzi looked at her steadily and felt dizzy.

It's like taking a person who has never studied math systematically and has only audited two classes, and giving her a math Olympiad problem to solve. She gets most of the process right, but gets into problems when she does multiplication and division first and then addition and subtraction. The math teacher is completely puzzled, and everything he has learned in the first half of his life is overturned by her.

After a moment, he slowly said: "It is very simple to repair this magic weapon, but are you interested in learning how to refine it from me?"

Du Xinghe was slightly stunned and was about to refuse, but he said, "You don't have to give up kendo. Just come and learn the basics with me when you have time. It will be useful in the future. I can't stand you using master-level skills and making some idiotic mistakes. It hurts my eyes to see you."

The weapon refining master was willing to teach her. Having said that, what else could Du Xinghe complain about?
Du Xinghe put away the nonchalant smile on his face, performed a solemn ceremony of paying respect to Cang Hengzi, and said, "Although I am only a nominal disciple of Master Rong Yu...but I probably won't call anyone else my master again. I hope Master will understand."

Master Rong Yu was a great mentor to her, and her fellow brothers and sisters also treated her very well.

Whenever she could see the big boss, she would worship him as her adoptive father, but the only master in her heart was Rong Yu Zhenren.

Cang Hengzi nodded: "If you don't remember Rong Yu's kindness, I will ignore you."

Du Xinghe suddenly realized that this was a man who was concerned about his sister-in-law.

"If you have nothing else to do today, I will teach you how to repair this axe."

After getting a positive answer, Cang Hengzi took out the quenched silver fragments and taught her from the first step.

Two hours later, the giant axe was basically formed, and the inscription circuits were all connected. It just needed to cool down. Cang Hengzi began to drive people away: "You are still in the Immortal Alliance Competition. Go and practice. Get a good ranking in the competition first, so that you can be powerful in front of the Nine Yang Sect. This axe... come and get it at midnight."

Du Xinghe agreed.

After seeing her off, Cang Hengzi sat down on the stool, the blue-green flames reflected in his eyes.

When the weapon refiner waits for the weapon to cool down, it is like waiting for the result of drawing a card.

You won’t know whether you will succeed or not until the last moment.

However, Cang Hengzi was a very experienced weapon cultivator. Repairing a mere mid-grade magic weapon was not difficult for him. Without the uneasy feeling of anticipation, he came here with a bit of boredom, emptying his mind and thinking... "Her talent in weapon refining... is probably related to her eyes. Alas, such a good child, why does she love to practice swordsmanship!"

Time passed bit by bit.

As the hour of Hai was approaching, Cang Hengzi fished out the giant axe from the Yuchen water.

"good,"

He looked at the light for a moment and was quite satisfied: "Well... I can't let her get too proud. I have to be patient."

While repairing the axe, he only gave verbal instructions and did not interfere.

It can be said that this axe is Du Xinghe's first work as a "weapon refiner", which is enough to make her stand out from her peers, and he, as her instructor, is also proud of it.

Cang Hengzi kept saying that he shouldn't praise her, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

Immersed in joy, he suddenly felt dark in front of him and the temperature around him dropped by two degrees.

Cang Hengzi: "..."

Cang Hengzi: "Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

Behind him was Emperor Ying Cang who appeared silently.

Sometimes Cang Hengzi felt that His Majesty was no different from being dead - ghosts would appear suddenly and silently, and when they appeared, the body temperature would drop sharply, and they were all quite scary, and the characteristics matched perfectly!
Emperor Ying Cang: "I have a favor to ask of you."

Cang Hengzi blurted out: "Tell me, what unfulfilled wishes do you have in your lifetime?"

……

After a while, Du Xinghe ended her meditation on time and returned to the Xinghe Palace again, only to find that Cang Hengzi was looking at her with a strange and subtle expression.

"Master, is there something on my face?"

"Nothing... just take it, don't ask why, don't ask questions!"

When he saw the magic weapon handed over by Cang Hengzi, Du Xinghe's eyes widened, but the question that was about to come out of his mouth was blocked by him. He had no choice but to leave with a puzzled expression on his face and asked Brother Jiang to come out from the jade book.

Upon hearing that his magic weapon had been repaired, Jiang Zeman went to the appointment with great joy.

The night falls, the moon and stars are sparse.

Senior Du was standing under the willow tree, the silver light drawing a frosty edge around her figure. As if she had sensed someone coming, she turned around and looked in his direction.

Her eyes were cold. Jiang Zeman's heart tightened and he walked over happily.

When he got closer, the sword cultivator, who was originally covered in frost, showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, and in an instant the ice and snow melted away. He was inspired and said hurriedly: "I also know that time is short. It doesn't matter if Senior can't repair it."

"No."

Du Xinghe shook his head and took out two axes from his storage ring.

Both swords exuded terrifying power, and their quality was no worse than the Blood Soul Battle Axe in his family. The left one was made of Dragon Hidden Gold, and the right one was made of Xuantian Wood. Although they were only wood, they were more than three times stronger than Quenched Silver. Moreover, Xuantian Wood had long been impossible to find in the Pingyun Continent where the spiritual energy was becoming increasingly thin. If it were taken to the Chamber of Commerce for auction, it would surely sell for a sky-high price.

Du Xinghe laughed dryly:
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, the axe you dropped, was it this wooden axe or this golden axe?"

Jiang Zeman's eyes widened.

Not to mention the Dragon Hidden Gold, the ancient aura emanating from the Xuantian Wooden Axe was enough to make his barbarian blood boil and drive him crazy!

But, after all, he is not a pure-blooded barbarian. He has received a good education from an aristocratic family since he was a child, and he knows etiquette and shame.

Jiang Zeman forced himself to look away from the two axes, and tried his best to recite the Meditation Sutra silently, stammering: "Senior...senior! I, I just want that silver-tempered battle axe! You've been so good to me, and I can't repay you for nothing."

Du Xinghe sighed inwardly, what an honest child.

However, she really couldn't take out the silver-tempered battle axe!
She saw that Fellow Daoist Jiang really wanted the Xuantian wood axe, so she said, "It is fate that we meet. I can see that you have a promising future. Although you were defeated by me twice today, I am very happy to meet you and regard you as a friend... That silver-tempered battle axe is not worthy of you, so don't think about it anymore! If you give me this face, I will accept it! It will only gather dust in the hands of a sword cultivator like me, so it is better to give it to someone who knows the axe. Besides, if you think that you should not accept rewards without merit, I will repay you for this merit later!"

It wasn't hers anyway, so she didn't feel bad at all about using it as a favor.

Du Xinghe made up a reason, but he stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and shook them vigorously. He was so excited that his arms trembled slightly, and even his tone was slightly choked: "Senior, do you really appreciate me so much?"

Du Xinghe: "Uh... yes."

The main thing is that she really couldn't find the silver axe.

The master didn't allow her to ask.

When the Blood Soul Golden Body was not activated, the boy's stature was actually a little thin. He blinked hard, and a glittering shadow appeared in his amber round eyes. "I am from the side branch of the Jiang family. My barbarian blood is not as pure as that of my main family... Only the direct descendants have the opportunity to inherit Xuantianmu's axe. They all think I am not worthy."

Du Xinghe: “Uh…”

Jiang Zeman's tears fell, he couldn't hold her hand, so he turned his back and wiped his tears.

What a Jindan body cultivator, crying like a bear stung by a bee.

Faced with this situation, Du Xinghe racked his brains and could only say dryly: "Then you are worthy now."

After a while, Jiang Zeman wiped his face with his sleeve and turned around.

His eyes and nose were all red, looking very pitiful, and there were still scars on his cheeks and neck from the cuts he made during the day.

"I will never forget your kindness, senior."

He took the wooden axe with great care: "I, Jiang Zeman, swear to the heavens and the ancestors of the barbarians that I will repay Senior Du's kindness with my life, no matter what, and I will never betray him!"

After swearing the oath, Jiang Zeman laughed happily: "By the way, Senior just said that you treat me as a friend. From now on, we are comrades in arms. Whoever is your enemy is against me."

Du Xinghe told him to go back and rest early, and everything would be fine as long as he didn't think about the silver-tempered battle axe.

He agreed and disappeared into the night, looking back every few steps.

After he walked away, the sword spirit said, "He not only swore to the heaven, but also testified to the ancestors of the barbarians. He is really not afraid that you will betray him in the future!"

Swearing an oath to heaven is a very idealistic thing.

It is said that Heaven and Earth treat all things as straw dogs. Just because a cultivator swears an oath to Heaven, Heaven will not come and act as judge. That is not the case. Heaven is too lazy to pay attention to you. Those who are retaliated against because of their oath to Heaven mostly do so because of their guilty conscience.

If he feels from the bottom of his heart that betrayal is what his heart desires, then Tiandao swears that there will be no inner demons. No matter what, he will carry out the evil path to the end.

Sword Spirit: "The skills he practices require the help of ancient ancestors. If he breaks his oath, the backlash he suffers will be directly reflected in his realm. He may even fall to a higher level or never be able to borrow the power of the barbarians again."

The sword spirit knew a lot about ancient times and was able to enlighten her on the rare occasion.

Du Xinghe retracted his gaze: "I don't really want him to work for me."

She didn't hold back her strength, and she didn't expect that her magic weapon couldn't withstand Chi Xiao's sword.

only……

What was the original silver-tempered battle axe used for?

Du Xinghe decided to ask Cang Hengzi after a while, was there something wrong with the cooling time? But it was a bit embarrassing to ask him to pay for it with a better magic weapon out of his own pocket.

At the same time, Cang Hengzi in the Xinghe Palace covered his chest and complained loudly: "Xuantian Wood! Longyin Gold! You actually hid such good materials and gave them away for free! You insisted on keeping this broken axe! I originally thought that the white satin on your eyes was a decoration, but now it seems that you really deceived me!"

Emperor Ying Cang was silent for a moment before he softly explained:

"What do you know?"

"This is the first axe she made herself."

Cang Hengzi: Get out of here, my love-brained husband