The fate of heaven

What appeared before Master Tiemoshan was the outline and appearance of the magic sword designed by Yang Fan.

The five-foot-long magic sword outlines the sharp teeth like waves at the front, like the sharp teeth of a jackal, but it is thinner and sharper, revealing hideousness and blood.

The blades on both sides of the magic sword are even more sharp and terrifying. You can feel its sharp cold light. If it is successfully built, it can fully exert the sharpness of the Sharp Stone.

The middle and rear ends appear thick and powerful, and exudes infinite dominance against the slightly curved dragon mouth handle.

Overall, it looked like a demon sword full of hideous blood and the aura of a demon domineering person.

Any immortal cultivator will first see this sword, he will be classified as the evil sword of the Demonic Dao.

Taking the essence of the Demonic Tao and the Nine Nether Demonic Art as the basis of the mystery, under the natural tolerance of the Xianhong Jue, Yang Fan completed this stunning design with a flash of inspiration.

This kind of outline that was as natural as a natural outline was like Yang Fan's mysterious state when he first wrote the title of the clinic.

And this time, the difference is to include the essence of the magic Tao and the mystery of the magic skills.

After outlining this amazing masterpiece, a trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he gained a new understanding of Xianhong Jue's broad tolerance.

"No wonder, with my talent and understanding, I can easily cultivate the magic skills of "Nine Nether Demons" that shines through ancient and modern times. Wushuang and others can also suddenly realize it from the plaque. It turns out that the Xianhong Jue covers thousands of the world with its vast and vast artistic conception, and makes all the obscure and mystery turn into natural origins and natural results..."

A trace of enlightenment flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he had a deeper understanding of Xian Hongjue's thoughts.

At the same time, he also understood that the Xianhong Jue was the most fundamental one.

Although this is just a set of auxiliary anti-nature techniques, the natural outcome of the Nine Nether Demonic Art is based on its powerful foundation.

From this perspective, we have to admit that the word "assistance" is powerful.

"Yang Yaoshi, where did you get the design of your magic sword? Just after a glance, I was excited and entered the peak mental state of these twenty years."

Tiemoshan's body trembled slightly, and the excitement trembled emanating from his soul, stimulating his best perfect refining state.

"The design of this magic sword was just a temporary idea by Yang." Yang Fan did not hide anything.

"I didn't expect that Yang Yaoshi had such amazing talent for refining weapons." Tiemoshan couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, and then took a deep breath: "According to the design you gave to me, it would definitely be difficult to refine such a magic sword."

"Difficulty?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned and did not express any opinions. He was not good at refining weapons.

As a field, the complex and mysteriousness contained in the way of refining weapons is definitely not as simple as refining a magic weapon with only appearance.

"Fortunately, I am now entering the best perfect mental state in my life, and I can definitely perform for a long time..."

Tiemo Mountain was full of infinite passion and said to Yang Fan: "Ten years ago, I also entered a similar mental state, but I refined a magic weapon with extraordinary power, which made the great Jindan monk feel satisfied and overjoyed..."

"So great." Yang Fan was happy. The magic weapon that could surprise the great Jindan monk was definitely not an ordinary item. It can be seen that the terrifying thing about Tiemo Mountain's super long performance was.

"I have a premonition that once this magic sword is refined, it may become the most peak masterpiece in my life."

The sound of Tiemoshan trembled slightly.

"Okay, since that's the case, all these materials will be handed over to Master Iron." Yang Fan quickly made a decision and asked again: "I wonder how long it will take to refine this magic sword?"

"Because my cultivation is still at foundation building, and I am only alone. To refine this level of attacking Libao, it takes a lot of energy and effort, and to go through thousands of times of tempering. So, it will take at least four or five months."

Tiemo Mountain pondered.

"What? Four or five months!"

Yang Fan was shocked and never expected that it would take so long.

Tiemoshan’s cultivation is limited, and it is rare to refine magic weapons that exceed his level with the help of the fire of the earth veins. This is also the reason why he respects it as a "master". If he is a high-level monk and possesses the powerful fire of the golden elixir, he can reduce his time to at least one fifth or even one tenth.

"No, it's too long, is there any way for the master?"

Yang Fan shook his head, and there was not much time left for him in Yuyang Guoneng.

"If my disciples Meng Po and Ling Tie join, the time can be reduced to three months." Tiemoshan suggested.

"Okay, they can join, but there is a prerequisite. You must all make a soul-blood oath, and you must not disclose the information about me refining this magic sword here. You can have the honor of creating this magic sword, but the information about its owner must not be revealed to outsiders." Yang Fan pondered.

"Yes, we can all make a soul blood oath." Tiemoshan said without hesitation.

Then, he called his two disciples to the underground weapon refining room to discuss the matter together.

After learning the details, Ling Tie and Meng Po's faces were shocked, and Yang Fan became even more unfathomable in their hearts.

The three of them made a soul blood oath. After reaching a joint agreement, Yang Fan floated away, leaving only one sentence:

"In three months, I will come to get this magic sword."

He left the Iron Volcano and flew to another place in the Qingjiang River area.

As for the materials placed on the Iron Volcano, Yang Fan was not worried. One reason was that he could still believe the character of the Iron Mo Mountain weapon refiner; the other reason was that Yang Fan had already shown his terrible strength. Even if the other three were determined, they would not have the courage.

Two days later, he flew to Xiuxianfang City, Xiuyu Pavilion, somewhere in the Qingjiang River Basin.

As early as half a year ago, after the catastrophe of the headless demon corpse, Xiuyu Pavilion had turned into ruins.

However, after the reconstruction over the past six months, Xiuyuge Market has opened again, and the number of people coming and going is no less than before.

"Xiuyu Pavilion... Yaoxian Valley... Nameless Nether Forest... are all near the Qingjiang River Basin."

Yang Fan became more and more familiar with the terrain here.

During the flight, he unfolded the high-level spiritual consciousness of the Golden Pill, and instantly covered the vast area within a radius of fifteen miles.

Such powerful spiritual consciousness made Yang Fan feel like a fish in water here, and he felt the pleasure that only high-level monks could have.

call out--

He flew over the Xiuyu Pavilion and swept his spiritual sense, attracting the attention of only a few high-level people in the Xiuxianfang City.

But Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness was fleeting and immediately restrained, causing no trouble. The only remaining high-level Jindan elixirs in the market were a bit strange, but they didn't take it seriously.

“Huh?”

Yang Fan suddenly stopped his body because his spiritual sense had just passed by here, and he noticed several familiar auras.

With the soul realm of the early stage of the Golden Pill, the wide range of spiritual consciousness is shrouded in an instant, involving thousands of things in this area, and it is impossible to refine them to each individual. Only familiar or special auras will attract Yang Fan's attention.

Thinking of this, he flew towards that direction and unfolded his senses.

Soon, several familiar faces appeared in his senses.

Yang Fan showed a gentle smile. Those familiar faces were the three people who were Yuan Tianxingzhou: Boss Yuan, Li Yueshuang, and Huang Yu.

At this moment, the three of them are setting up a shop, which is a three-story loft with an ordinary shape.

There is a plaque on the pavilion: Tianxing Pavilion.

The shop is filled with talismans, materials, jade slips, magic tools and other kinds of cultivation resources.

"These materials are relatively precious, and only monks in the Concentration Stage can use them. Put them on the second floor."

Li Yueshuang ordered a friend.

"Yes, Miss Li."

The entire Tianxing Pavilion is orderly dividing, and at this moment, many immortal cultivators have even come in to trade.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, and for some reason, he walked slowly towards Tianxing Pavilion.

Perhaps because he was about to stay away from Yuyang soon, he had an inexplicable feeling for the people and things here.

He had just walked to the door of the store and happened to see Li Yueshuang. The two looked at each other, and the latter's eyes were more surprised.

"Yang Yaoshi..." Li Yueshuang and Huang Yu were almost at a loss.

After nearly a year or two, Yang Fan still looked the same, but instead became a bit calm and mysterious.

"Haha, Miss Li, Fellow Daoist, don't be fine. Although you have lost the sky and sailed, you have encountered such a good opportunity to open your own store when Xiuyu Pavilion was rebuilt."

There is a kind of calmness in Yang Fan's laughter, which also contains a bit of sigh.

"Yang Yaoshi was joking," Li Yueshuang returned to her calm expression and asked in confusion: "But how do you know that we have lost the 'Sky Boat'?"

"This... Yang also learned about it unintentionally."

Yang Fan quickly asked for a reason. He took the boatman who was Shi Qianhan and had just forgotten about it. Now that he thought about it, he still felt a little ashamed, so he made up his mind and decided to make up for it.

"Hahaha, it turns out it's Yaoshi Yang..."

At this moment, Boss Yuan heard the sound and walked out of Tianxing Pavilion.

Compared to the last time we parted, Boss Yuan looked much older.

Yang Fan walked with a gentle smile on his face, chatting with the three of them, and learned about their situation.

It turned out that after Tianxingzhou disbanded, the seven brothers died and scattered, leaving only the three of them.

Boss Yuan and the other two were not willing to continue to be mediocre, so they spent their entire lives on their savings and opened a trading store here when Xiuyu Pavilion was rebuilt.

"Yang Yaoshi asked him to sit on the third floor. I remember that you were our savior."

Boss Yuan welcomed Yang Fan to the third floor with a very respectful attitude. Li Yueshuang smiled and poured tea, Huang Yu looked even more respectful.

"I heard that Yang Yaoshi opened a clinic in Kyoto, and was respected as the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto and became the guest pharmacist of the Yuwen family. Such achievements really surprised us..."

Boss Yuan sighed.

"You know what I'm in Kyoto, too?" Yang Fan was a little surprised.
To be continued...