Chapter 13: Sword-Grade, Cultivation (This chapter is free

In the main hall.

"King, Qingming is one of the nineteen swords in the Great Fan Kingdom. It is a peerless divine weapon. Why does the king still ask Wei Wuji to take him away?" After Wei Wuji left, Yu Feiyang asked in surprise.

"Feiyang, can a mere sword make my Dongyi tribe powerful?" King Dongyi asked back.

"No!" Yu Feiyang replied.

"Since that's the case, what's the point?" King Dongyi said, "In comparison, I value Wuji's sword-making skills more. Our tribe's weapons forging is not high. Without the mantra of temple sacrifice and the blessing of runes, it is difficult to compete with the people outside the mountain. You should arrange for our tribe's sword-making masters to pay more attention to this!"

"yes!"

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Dongzhujian Valley is a small valley on the east side of the back mountain behind Zangkong Mountain, covering an area of ​​only tens of acres. It is very different from the hot climate elsewhere in Zangkong Mountain, but it seems much warmer and cooler, because there is a top-quality cold spring here, which occupies nearly half of the valley's territory.

At this time, Wei Wuji was already very tired, but he could only support him hard. After finally entering the sword-making valley, he was so excited that he could not get up again.

The soldier who led the way naturally didn't know what Wei Wuji had experienced today. He just took it for granted that Wei Wuji's physique was too poor, so he looked at him with a very despicable look.

"Young Master Wuji, there is no good thing here that we have for nothing. If you don't get up now and participate in Master Mo's test, then you will have no food to eat today and can only sleep in the open."

"It's okay to be hungry for a day and sleep in the wild for a night, but if I make a sword in this state, I'm afraid I'll be like this every day in the future." Wei Wuji lay on the ground, not far away, the cold spring water vapor was moving with the wind, blowing over, which made his spirit slightly refreshed.

"You go and tell Mr. Mo, the sword-making test will be carried out tomorrow!"

Hearing this, the soldier did not bother with Wei Wuji and left. A moment later, the soldier came back, and there was a man behind him, about 60 years old, with his hair and beard and hair, but his body looked extremely tough and not at all old. There was also a long sword hanging around the waist of this man, which faintly revealed a sharp aura.

Originally, Wei Wuji was resting with his eyes half-squinted, but at this moment, he saw someone coming, so he naturally opened it and looked at the two of them.

"My name is Mo Li, the chief swordsman of Dongjianzhuan Valley," Mr. Mo said with a somewhat arrogant expression, "Every inch of land in Dongjianzhuan Valley is under my jurisdiction. For me, I don't care about my identity, but only look at my ability or not.

If you are not capable, you can't even sleep in the wilderness of Dongzhujian Valley for a night. Of course, if you are capable, I will satisfy you as much as possible any conditions you need."

When he said this, Mo Li untied the sword on his waist, threw it to Wei Wuji, and said, "Since you cannot cast a sword today, then I will identify the grade of this sword. If you are right, I will allow you to sleep here for a night."

Under the eaves, Wei Wuji didn't understand how to make a decision? At this time, he had recovered a little, sat up, picked up the sword beside him, and gently pulled out the sheath. At that time, a gentle light came into his eyes.

"The sword body is like autumn water, a good sword!" Wei Wuji exclaimed, pulled out the entire sword, and then bent his fingers and shot three times to listen to the sound, "The sword sound is crisp, pure, and has a good texture."

Immediately afterwards, Wei Wuji used a variety of techniques to test this sword. After about half a quarter of an hour, he stopped and returned the sword to the sheath to Mo Li. At the same time, a smile appeared on his face.

"Honest Master Wuji has a conclusion?" Mo Li asked immediately after taking the sword.

"Well, this sword is the best among the eleventh-grade magic weapons!" Wei Wuji answered in an extremely affirmative manner.

Magical weapons are unique names for the weapons of the Yi tribe. Because the weapons of the Yi tribe are not very good, they cannot compete with the weapons of the Great Fan Kingdom. Therefore, they can only use the power of temple sacrifice to bless the mantra and runes to enhance their texture.

The magic weapons are divided into twelve grades. The twelfth grade magic weapons can be comparable to the large-scale innate weapons. The so-called innate weapons are weapons that can withstand the innate energy. And Qingming in Wei Wuji's hand has exceeded the scope of ordinary soldiers and can already compete with the low-level magic weapons of immortal masters, which are not something that ordinary people can use.

"Why isn't it the twelve rank?" Mo Li asked again.

"Although this sword is good, the blessing of the rune cannot be perfectly integrated with the long sword, causing the sharp energy to overflow. In this way, the sword looks a little crisp and lacks durability. It cannot withstand the long-term infusion of the true energy of the innate master, but it is not enough to match the title of the twelfth grade magic weapon."

"Young Master Wuji is really capable! Say goodbye!" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Li left without delaying at all.

The soldier, after finishing his work, there was no excuse to stay at this time. Therefore, as soon as Mo Li left, he left Dongzhujian Valley. At that time, only Wei Wuji was left here.

Wei Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to rest, but in fact, he began to secretly use the "Flesh and Blood" chapter to restore his physical strength. However, at this time, he naturally did not dare to take out the spirit stones on the wilderness, so he could only absorb the free spiritual energy between the world.

In this way, Wei Wuji clearly felt the effect. The slight spiritual energy he collected was incomparable to those in the spirit stone. After entering the body, the feeling he gave him was just like itchy. His physical strength had indeed recovered a little, but his cultivation level was minimal.

At that time, Wei Wuji thought of his future cultivation situation, "My spirit stones are only five, one of them is almost used up. Without the spirit stones, I can only practice at this speed. If I want to advance, I really don't know if I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month?"

After thinking hard, I had no gains. Wei Wuji could only press it for the time being, hoping that "the ship will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

After practicing the chapter "Flesh and Blood" and waiting for an hour, Wei Wuji began to practice the chapter "Flesh and Bone". At this time, he was not afraid of being discovered. Because his body was covered with snake blood and mud, which was already dirty and smelly enough. If there was a little more, it was nothing, and no one could find it. Therefore, he was racing against time as much as possible.

Therefore, the two chapters of "Flesh and Blood" and "First and Bone" were alternately practiced, and soon, a day and night passed. The next day, when the sun rose again, Wei Wuji's body was full of strength again, and even the hidden injuries suffered yesterday were all restored.

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