The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 33 Thousand Blades
In Ma Xianhong's eyes, Qin Ye is now more mysterious.

The reason why Qin Ye could think of these things was because compared with some other strange skills, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements was too monotonous and relatively ordinary.

No matter how powerful the weapon refining is, it is still weapon refining, and there is no essential "strangeness".

Fenghou Qimen seeks knowledge within, uses the heart spirit to determine the center palace, and transforms myself into a king. It can be said that he is lawless and does whatever he wants in the true sense. Even the seventy-two transformations are possible, which is outrageous.

With two complete hands, life is like a plaything, all in one hand, changing cognition, implanting memories, regenerating severed limbs, and reshaping the body structure, it is a weird perversion.

Not to mention anything else, compared with these two amazing skills, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements seems a bit mediocre.

They are all eight unique skills, is the difference so huge?
Is it possible that Ma Xianhong was looking in the wrong direction?

However, these are just Qin Ye's guesses. Whether it is possible or not depends on Ma Xianhong himself.

"I've said everything I need to say. You can figure out the rest yourself. I'll come get the knife tomorrow." Qin Ye said as he walked out the door. "One last piece of advice: Don't convert any more aliens. The self-cultivation furnace can be used to repair physical damage. Saving the dying and the wounded is also a way to help the world."

As Qin Ye left, the refining room fell into silence.

After a long time, the light of Qi began to rise again.

Qin Ye came out of the weapon refining room and returned to his residence, but before he opened the door, he noticed someone inside.

He raised his eyebrows and then disappeared into the shadows.

Inside the house, Fu Rong sat at the table with four exquisite side dishes and a bowl of broth in front of her.

She rubbed the still slightly swollen left side of her face and muttered softly, "Where the hell have you been? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on her back. She wanted to look back, but she felt a big hand holding her head down.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Hearing these somewhat cold words, Fu Rong knew who the person was, but she was a little curious about how the other person suddenly appeared behind her.
"If you accept the bet, I'll bring you food."

"No poison was put in it?"

Fu Rong's face darkened, and she wanted to stand up angrily, but was held down tightly by a big hand. She said angrily:
"You're the one who poisoned me. I'm not that dirty. Eat it or not, and let me go."

Qin Ye withdrew his hand from holding her down. Fu Rong stood up and walked to the door angrily: "By the way, I don't know if you and Taoist Zhao had any conflicts before, but now we are all companions in the same village. Don't bully him anymore."

After saying this, Fu Rong slammed the door and left without waiting for his response, but her expression was a little strange.

Qin Ye looked at the delicious dishes on the table and sat down. It must be said that this woman was quite good at cooking.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was a message from Wang Zhenqiu.

"Lao Qin, what are you doing? I have something interesting to tell you. Do you want to come?"

"roll. 』

Qin Ye casually typed the word "get out" and left. Wang Zhenqiu said that interesting things never lead to good things.

"Oh, no, I'm looking for your help. We've discovered a Quanxing stronghold in the southwest. According to reports, they're full of big fish. Lao Hao, it was my boss who sent me to investigate. I'm afraid I can't handle it on my own, so I thought I'd ask for your help. We're partners, aren't we? (ó﹏ò)"

"Quanxing Base? Is the information accurate?"

If it's Quan Xing, Qin Ye is still a little interested.

Temporary workers basically don't cooperate with company personnel in their actions, and when they need assistance they look for it outside the company through their own connections. Qin Ye was not surprised at all that Wang Zhenqiu came to him, because this guy didn't have any 'good' connections either.

After waiting for a few seconds, Wang Zhenqiu's message came.

"It couldn't be more accurate. They say he sneaked over from South China. They say a tough guy showed up there and scared them. Hey, Old Qin, aren't you from South China? Have you heard of this guy?"

Qin Ye was slightly stunned. Is that so? That's really a bit embarrassing.

"I haven't heard of it. I agreed to this, but I have some things to do here, so I won't be there until the day after tomorrow."

"Hurry up, I'll send you the location when the time comes. Lao Hao in South China is communicating and said he will send someone over to work with us, but I don't trust others. Brother Qin, you are the most reliable (ω)"

"That's it."

Putting down the phone, Qin Ye was a little confused. He didn't know who Huanan would send. He hadn't received any news from Liao Zhong.

Just as he was about to start eating, his phone rang again. He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was Liao Zhong.

"Hey, Xiao Qin, there's another mission. Put down what you're doing and go to the southwest. I'll send the mission information to your phone later."

".,knew."

After chatting for a few more words, the two hung up the phone.

Qin Ye pinched the bridge of his nose. He was using one person as two, right? A car crash...

Quan Xing slipped from South China to Southwest China?
I wonder if that old guy Yuan Tao is here.

North China Region, Yaoxing Society.

A woman with short pink hair was leaning back in the boss chair, flipping through a piece of document in her hand.

The woman was dressed smartly, with a touch of coolness and maturity. Her eyes were extremely deep, and there was often a hint of calculation in her glance.

Qu Tong put down the information in her hand and said in a light voice:

"Company employees, that's all?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a response came from the room.

"Yes, boss. This guy has a very clean background. He seems to have suddenly appeared in the company not long ago. I can't find out what he did before. His purpose in coming to Biyou Village is to refine a knife."

Qu Tong nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said slowly:

"Send someone to monitor for a while to confirm whether there is any threat."

"Good boss."

The next morning, the morning light was dim.

There was a knock on Qin Ye's door. When he opened it, he saw a white-haired man in a Tang suit. The man had a cold expression, and it was unclear whether he was serious or displeased with Qin Ye.

Qin Ye knew this person, Qiu Rang, one of the top talents in Biyou Village.

The one who had his magic weapon stolen from behind.

"What's the matter?"

Qiu Rang arrogantly took out a small Poké Ball from his pocket and threw it out, saying coldly:

"According to your request, the sword has been forged. The devouring sac and the magical instruments inside are gifts from the leader. He said you can stay if you want or leave if you want."

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Ye's response, he turned away, and no one knew what was going on.

Qin Ye took the devouring sac and ignored Qiu Rang. Lao Ma told him to stay or go as he pleased, probably because he saw that he was an employee of the company and didn't want to stay.

This is better, so I don’t have to make excuses.

Qin Ye injected Yuan Qi into the devouring bag. With a surge of air, two items fell out and were caught by him.

First, there was a long sword, three feet and three inches long. The blade was made up of thousands of sharp broken blades. The shape was similar to that of a Tang sword, but the curvature of the blade was smoother. In the morning light, it shone with dazzling light.

"From now on, I'll call you Qianren."

Ma Xianhong's craftsmanship is beyond reproach. Qin Ye is very satisfied with this sword. It can be said that it completely reproduces what he had in mind, and some parts are even optimized to be more perfect. If nothing unexpected happens, this sword will accompany him throughout his life.

The other item was a ring made entirely of jade and green in color.

Qin Ye knew what this thing was as soon as he held it in his hand. It was a body protection magic weapon, and it was a high-end product that could activate dual modes independently and trigger maliciously.

Lao Ma is really generous. I guess he wants to thank me for the ideas I provided him.

The Devouring Sac is also a good thing. It can store unconscious items. It is a magic weapon with the nature of a space bag. If I take it out, I estimate it can be sold for ten or eight small items.

Without wasting any time, Qin Ye put away the devouring sac, put on the ring, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to transform thousands of blades with the power of the blade's will.

He sat there for a whole day and a night.

(End of this chapter)