War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

In less than an hour, the 'Purple Copper Pill Fire' in Duan Lingtian's hand suddenly disappeared.

call!

And a delicate red whip also slowly landed in his hand, with strands of red luster shining on it, extremely gorgeous.

"Tianwu."

Duan Lingtian smiled and handed the long whip to Feng Tianwu, "Try it."

"Thank you, Brother Duan!"

Feng Tianwu's pretty face was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and she took the long whip from Duan Lingtian's hand like a treasure, took a deep breath, and melted into the long whip with the raging power in her hand.

Immediately, the red whip seemed to be endowed with spirituality, and when it was flicked, it seemed to turn into a red python.

call out!

Feng Tianwu shook his hand, and the long whip swept out instantly, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, menacing.

At the same time, above the void, first ten phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared, and then seven phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared...

The phantoms of seventeen ancient horned dragons merge together, lifelike and imposing.

"And... another increase of '70%'?"

Putting away the spirit whip in her hand, Feng Tianwu looked at the phantoms of the seventeen ancient horned dragons that were gradually dissipating above her head, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"This……"

Feng Wudao, Mr. Kong and Mrs. Xu who were standing aside were also stunned.

The scene in front of them was completely beyond their expectations.

They were not so surprised because they witnessed Duan Lingtian refining the 'Third Grade Spirit Artifact'.

As early as when Duan Lingtian condensed the 'Purple Copper Pill Fire', they knew that Duan Lingtian was indeed a 'Third-Rank Artifact Refiner', and it was not difficult for a third-rank Artifact Refiner to refine a 'Third-Rank Spirit Artifact'.

Now, they were surprised because of the 'amplification power' of the spirit whip in Feng Tianwu's hand.

Although they had seen the "70%" increase power of Duan Lingtian's sword before, they only thought that it was Duan Lingtian's luck.

It was only then that the best of the best among the best of the 'Third Grade Spiritual Artifacts' was refined.

Who would have thought that this time, Duan Lingtian had refined a third-grade spiritual weapon that could increase the power by '70%.

Let them be shocked.

Will it be luck?

For a moment, not only Feng Wudao and the other three, but even Feng Tianwu was startled by the 'amplification power' of the spirit whip in his hand.

In their view, this may be luck.

Soon, the eyes of the four fell on Duan Lingtian again.

Now, Duan Lingtian has started to refine the second 'third-grade spiritual weapon'. This third-grade spiritual weapon is refined for Feng Wudao, and Feng Wudao's personal weapon is a 'sword'.

For 'sword', Duan Lingtian is very familiar with it, so refining it is faster than refining the spirit whip in Feng Tianwu's hand.

In just two hours, Duan Lingtian refined a brand new 'Third Grade Spiritual Sword'.

"So fast!"

Duan Lingtian's refining speed was so fast that Kong Lao, who had seen a fourth-rank craftsman refine a 'fourth-rank spiritual weapon', couldn't help but gasp.

If he remembers correctly.

Even among the few well-known "fourth-grade spirit weapon refiners" he knew in the Han Dynasty, the fastest one for refining spiritual weapons seemed to take more than ten hours to refine a "fourth-grade spiritual weapon" '.

But at Duan Lingtian's place, it only takes two hours to successfully refine a higher-grade 'third-grade spiritual weapon'.

"Hmph! Those guys used to brag a lot in front of me... If I let them know that it only takes two hours for Brother Duan to refine the 'Third Grade Spirit Artifact', I don't think any of them would dare to brag again!"

Elder Kong snorted and muttered to himself.

"Uncle Feng."

Duan Lingtian raised his hand, and in his hand, the blue three-foot green blade whizzed out, and was carried by his origin force to float in front of Feng Wudao.

Feng Wudao nodded slightly, and immediately raised his hand, the three-foot Qingfeng in front of him was already in front of Feng Tianwu.

"father?"

Feng Tianwu was startled.

"Try it."

Feng Wudao said to Feng Tianwu.

Hearing this, Feng Tianwu took a deep breath, put the 'third-grade spiritual whip' in his hand into the ring like a treasure, and immediately grasped the 'third-grade spiritual sword' that Duan Lingtian just refined.

The whole body of the third-grade spiritual sword is blue in color, and there are faint blue lights flickering around it. With the sharp blade, it gives people a feeling of invincibility.

call!

Yuan power rose in Feng Tianwu's hand, and then poured into the third-grade spirit sword.

Immediately afterwards.

Wow!

In the void above Feng Tianwu's head, the power of heaven and earth began to fluctuate, and the phantoms of ten ancient horned dragons directly condensed into a shape, stretching their teeth and claws, winding down.

And on the side of the phantoms of the ten ancient horned dragons, there are several phantoms of ancient horned dragons rapidly consolidating...

at the same time.

Feng Wudao, Kong Lao and Xu Po held their breath almost at the same time, looking solemnly at the phantoms of several ancient horned dragons slowly congealing.

Soon, the phantoms of seven additional ancient horned dragons appeared before their eyes again.

"Another increase of '70%'!"

The corner of Lao Kong's mouth twitched, his expression slightly dull.

Granny Xu was stunned.

As for Feng Wudao, a bold guess was born in his heart.

That is.

As long as it is the 'third-grade spiritual weapon' refined by Duan Lingtian, it should be the best of the best...

Once or twice is luck, the third time is still the same, it is unlikely to be luck again!

as expected.

As Duan Lingtian continued to attack, the last two third-grade spiritual weapons were refined by him, and they also showed a "70%" increase in power.

At this time, Feng Wudao completely confirmed his guess.

As long as it is a "third-grade spiritual weapon" refined by Duan Lingtian, it must have a "70%" increase in power.

Now, not only Feng Wudao confirmed it, but Feng Tianwu, Kong Lao and Xu Po also confirmed it.

For a moment, several people looked at Duan Lingtian, as if they were looking at a monster.

A 'third-grade craftsman' at such an age is enough to shock people inexplicably.

But Duan Lingtian is lucky, he is not only a third-rank craftsman, but also a craftsman who can easily refine a third-rank spiritual weapon with a "70%" increase in power.

Although, they don't know anything about refiners above the third rank.

But they can imagine that it is definitely not an easy task for an ordinary third-rank refiner to refine a third-rank spiritual weapon with a "70%" increase in power.

"If you don't pay attention, it's almost dawn...I'm going to rest for a while."

Duan Lingtian glanced at the four people who were staring at him in high spirits, stretched, and ran away.

For a moment, only four people were left looking at each other.

"monster!"

In the end, apart from Feng Tianwu, Feng Wudao, Kong Lao and Xu Po almost spoke in unison.

"Wu'er, you also go back to rest for a while... It will be dawn soon. At that time, the 'second stage' of the Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament will begin."

Feng Wudao said to Feng Tianwu.

"Ok."

Feng Tianwu left in response, no trace of fatigue could be seen on her pretty face, her autumn eyes were radiant, she didn't look like someone who hadn't slept all night.

In fact, for a martial artist at Feng Tianwu's level, even if he sleeps less for ten or eight days, it won't have any bad effects.

"It seems...we still underestimated Brother Duan."

Kong Lao repeatedly looked at the fifth-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"He must be the man that Miss is destined for!"

Granny Xu looked affirmative.

"You really underestimated him."

Feng Wudao nodded lightly, looked at the third-grade spiritual sword in his hand repeatedly, and at some point, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After Duan Lingtian returned to his room, he didn't sleep.

"I didn't expect that I didn't feel sleepy at all after refining this spiritual weapon all night... It seems that my memory has completely matched the memory of Emperor Wu of Samsara."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Duan Lingtian thought to himself.

The complete match with the memory of Emperor Wu of Samsara means that Duan Lingtian has truly inherited everything of Emperor Wu of Samsara, including certain aspects of experience and methods.

Take tonight's 'refining device' as an example.

In the past, Duan Lingtian would have been exhausted long ago when he continuously refined several spiritual weapons.

But now, I don't feel tired at all.

"The few 'third-grade spiritual weapons' that I refined today are at my fingertips, as if my 'refining means' and my 'refining experience' are all innate."

Duan Lingtian spread his hands and watched intently.

"It's still a few hours before dawn...you can take a nap."

While thinking suddenly, Duan Lingtian lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep slowly.

In his sleep, he had a long dream.

In his dream, he reunited with his two beautiful fiancees, and lived a peaceful and peaceful life without fights or pressure...

Living in seclusion in the mountains, men farm and women weave, live freely.

Soon, Ke'er and Xiao Fei'er became pregnant one after another.

Seeing that he was about to become a father, Duan Lingtian seemed to have sensed something, and woke up with a jolt.

"Brother Duan, we are leaving."

A pleasant voice came from outside the room.

Duan Lingtian could tell that it was Feng Tianwu's voice.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, "It looks like I'm about to pass the addiction of being a father... When Tianwu yelled, this dream was shattered."

While washing and changing clothes, Duan Lingtian's mind still kept flashing two slim and beautiful figures.

It was his two fiancées:

Ke Er, Li Fei.

"Ke'er, little Fei'er... how are you doing now?"

Duan Lingtian muttered to himself.

extraterritorial.

On a majestic and steep mountain peak, it is covered with snow all the year round, and the whole mountain seems to be covered with a layer of silver.

Sudden.

call! call!

Two swift and slim figures rose side by side against the sky, and in a moment they were outside the snow mountain, hovering in the air.

These are two women dressed in white, whose appearance can be called overwhelming.

The two women are about the same in appearance, but they are not of the same type at all, and each has its own merits.

"Sister Mayfair."

Suddenly, one of the women in white looked towards the south and murmured, "What do you think the young master is doing now?"

Between the woman's words, her autumn eyes were full of longing.

"I... I don't know either."

Another woman in white shook her head lightly. Her originally slightly cold autumn eyes, as if the ice and snow had melted, revealed a deep warmth, "But... I miss him."