The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

  Chapter 89 Spirit Artifact

  Of course, Bei Tinghuang would not ask Yan Ye if she was a divine beast. He was too powerful. If he got angry, he would probably be able to crush her into ashes.

   "Bring it!" Yan Ye reached out to Beitinghuang.

   "What?" Bei Tinghuang was stunned, there was something else in her that he could fancy? Could it be that Lei Ting also told him that he had obtained a spiritual weapon dagger? She flipped her wrist, and the dagger that Nangong Qianxi gave her appeared in her hand, "You don't want me to give it to you, do you?"

   "What? Are you reluctant?" Yan Ye raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Of course not!" Bei Tinghuang leaned against the tree trunk, with a hint of slyness in his eyes, "I know His Royal Highness the Night King will definitely not fancy something from a little girl like me, even if he does, he will definitely take something that is a hundred times more precious Come change."

Yan Ye turned her head to look at her. Under the moonlight, the young man's face was as delicate as jade. God seemed to have a special preference for her. Every curve was extremely beautiful, with a pair of handsome but delicate eyebrows, and her pupils were a little darker. Well, when she had a bad idea in her heart, she would look like this, the look he still remembered after waiting for countless reincarnations.

The eyes of the two met, Yan Ye endured the feelings in her heart, and raised her hand to gently scratch the bridge of her beautiful nose, Bei Tinghuang hurriedly turned her head to avoid his hand, Yan Ye was slightly taken aback, a little disappointed, When she saw that the tips of her ears were a little red, joy surged up from the bottom of her heart uncontrollably.

   "You won't be able to use something that is a hundred times more precious, but there is one thing that you will definitely like!"

Yan Ye put together two swords, one long and one short, one hard and one soft. With a light twirl of his thumb and index finger, a ball of flame jumped up in his palm. The color of the flame was black, compared to the color of night. It also needs a pure black color, and the temperature is so low that Bei Tinghuang can't even use his spiritual power to resist, it seems to freeze his soul.

   "Get behind me!" Yan Ye shook his hand, blocking the coldness emanating from the flames, and after Bei Tinghuang hid behind him, he threw the two swords and placed them on top of the flames. Using fire as a cauldron and continuously tempering, the two swords made of one black iron and one cold iron were melted into lava, and the residue was continuously removed. It looks like a short dagger, it looks like lacquered black, the handle is a bit short, the blade is about four centimeters long, and the tip is extremely sharp.

  Bei Tinghuang's heart skipped a beat. Weapons are one inch shorter and one inch dangerous. The soft sword also has the benefits of a soft sword. After being transformed into one by Yan Ye, how can it have the advantage of a long sword?

  Yan Ye glanced at her, keeping her expression in his eyes, he smiled secretly, retracted the flame, and handed the dagger that had been formed in his hand to her, "Look after you recognize the master with blood!"

Spiritual artifacts are generally divided into three, six, and nine grades. The low-grade spiritual artifacts only have one attribute. The storage ring on her hand only has the storage function. The slightly better ones are middle-grade spiritual artifacts. , two tiers of attributes, the best is a top-grade spiritual tool, with three tiers of attributes. The holy weapon has four attributes.

  As soon as Yan Ye said it, Bei Tinghuang understood that spirit weapons generally only reveal their attributes when they are activated. She hurriedly cut her finger with the blade of the sword, dripped blood into the blade, a ray of spiritual consciousness also merged into the blade, and there was a trace of connection with the sword in her soul.

At this moment, the spirit weapon recognizes its owner, and with Bei Tinghuang's intention, the black lacquer color on the short blade gradually dissipates. It is more than two levels higher than before.

  (end of this chapter)