Chapter 197 Thunder Fire Refining Palace
They seem harmless and just play around happily on weekdays, but if you take them seriously, you will be killed by them.

Murong Ji looked at the two people fighting back and forth in Shoujing Hall and felt a little bored. They had almost no combat experience and were relying entirely on magic weapons and their own skills to fight.

He looked at Zhang Xiaofan. At this time, Zhang Xiaofan, with his own guidance, was definitely not weak, at least not worse than Lin Jingyu.

It's a problem of mentality and lack of combat experience.

Murong Ji touched his chin, [It seems that I need to train Zhang Xiaofan's fighting skills. ]

Looking again, Tian Ling'er's true energy was insufficient, and Lin Jingyu's dragon-slaying sword broke her magic weapon.

Tian Ling'er's face turned pale, obviously she was injured. The two people's magic weapons flew back to their respective hands, and Lin Jingyu looked arrogant.

Qi Hao's face was solemn, and he whispered, "Junior Brother Lin, apologize quickly."

Lin Jingyu stepped forward and said to Zhang Xiaofan, "Xiaofan, I'm sorry. I didn't control my strength."

Zhang Xiaofan murmured, "No, it doesn't matter."

There was total silence in the Shoujing Hall. It seemed that Tian Buyi was not taken seriously at all. If he apologized to Tian Buyi, then nothing would happen.

No matter how angry Tian Buyi was, he would not bother with a junior. Now... just look at Tian Buyi's expression and you will know.

Murong Ji sneered, "puff", and when everyone looked, the palm print had already been imprinted on Lin Jingyu's chest.

A sound of "touch!"

Lin Jingyu flew out of Shoujing Hall and fell heavily outside the door. He spat out a breath of blood and could not get up anymore.

The speed of the attack was so fast and the palm print was so silent that if it weren't for the sneer, no one would have noticed that someone had attacked!

There was complete silence in Shoujing Hall. This time, almost everyone was looking at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji walked out and bowed to his master and his mistress, "My disciple has been rebellious, please punish me, Master."

Tian Buyi's expression improved slightly, and he took a closer look at his disciple. He was an ambitious man, but he didn't expect him to be so cunning...

"Jingyu!"

Zhang Xiaofan reacted and ran out in a hurry.

Tian Buyi's face darkened instantly. Running out at this time would be really...

Murong Ji felt somewhat helpless. Although he understood Zhang Xiaofan's feelings, after all, there were only three people left in Cao Miao Village.

There is a saying that goes, "Don't attack the poor, don't attack the lazy, just attack the blind." Zhang Xiaofan is the blind man.

Qi Hao still had that gentle smile on his face, but it looked a little fake this time. He clasped his fists and said, "On behalf of Junior Brother Lin, I would like to thank Junior Brother Murong for his teachings."

"You're welcome."

The strange atmosphere of the conversation between the two people was a bit weird. Coincidentally, at this moment, Zhang Xiaofan rushed in and knelt in the Shoujing Hall.

"Master, it's all my fault. I saw Jingyu coming with a sword and wanted to see his training, so I..."

Tian Buyi could no longer suppress his anger, "Shut up!" a shout exploded in Shoujing Hall.

He was already depressed. First, he was upset by Cangsong, and then he was ignored and slapped in the face by the junior. It would have been fine if Qi Hao had asked for mercy, after all, he was not his disciple.

Zhang Xiaofan was confused and came out to beg for mercy. He even wanted to ask, "Who are you from?"
He couldn't vent his anger and frustration at all, Zhang Xiaofan completely couldn't bear it anymore!

"Useless thing!" With a flick of his sleeves, a strong gust of wind instantly swept towards Zhang Xiaofan, hitting him and sending him flying backwards.

It hit the wall inside the Shoujing Hall.

"Pfft! Ahem."

"Daddy! What are you doing!" Tian Ling'er said and rushed over.

Lin Jingyu had just walked back into the room and saw Zhang Xiaofan's miserable condition. His eyes instantly turned red.

"Humpty Dumpty! What are you doing!?"

Without waiting for Tian Buyi to react, Murong Ji slapped him again.

The palm wind whistled away at a fast and sharp speed, and when it reached Lin Jingyu, it was already the size of a person.

Lin Jingyu drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword. Although he was no match for his opponent, he was not afraid at all. He raised the sword and slashed down, determined to destroy the palm print.

"bump!"

The palm print was like smoke, dissipating in an instant, passing over the Dragon Slaying Sword and hitting Lin Jingyu's chest.

Suddenly, a milky white sword stretched out from Lin Jingyu's left side, swept outward, and completely destroyed the palm print.

The palm print dissipated, but Murong Ji's figure appeared and stabbed with a sword. Qi Hao's face changed slightly, and he quickly pulled Lin Jingyu back to avoid the Tianwen Sword.

He turned his hand back and before Qi Hao could make any move, countless sword energies shot out in the blink of an eye.

Qi Hao's face changed drastically. He swung his milky white sword and an ice wall instantly blocked his way.

"puff"

"Swipe"

Ice chips flew everywhere, and even until the sword energy dissipated, it failed to break Qi Hao's defense.

Taking this opportunity, Qi Hao clasped his fists towards Tian Buyi and said, "Uncle Tian, ​​please forgive me. Junior Brother Lin is still young and speaks without restraint, and cannot distinguish right from wrong. We will definitely discipline him strictly after we return."

Murong Ji smiled as he took off the Dragon Snake Bow and casually reached for the quiver at his waist.

"Seventh Brother, step back."

Murong Ji exhaled secretly, "Yes, Master." He returned to his original position, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Go ahead!"

"Thank you, Uncle Tian!"

Qi Hao pulled Lin Jingyu and walked towards the outside of Shoujing Hall, but when they reached the door, he could not pull her anymore.

When he turned around, he saw Lin Jingyu staring at Murong Ji.

"Senior Brother Murong, right? I will defeat you in the Seven Clans Martial Competition!" "It's up to you." Murong Ji still lowered his head, looking at the floor, and said perfunctorily.

Qi Hao pulled Lin Jingyu hard and they both left in a hurry.

In the Shoujing Hall, no one dared to breathe. Tian Buyi glanced at several disciples, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Xiaofan.

Then he stared at Murong Ji.

"You guys can go too."

Everyone said in unison: "Yes, Master."

After leaving Shoujing Hall, Murong Ji walked towards his bedroom. He still had a lot of things to do.

Afterwards, he began to test the newly refined magic weapon, Youwei Xuanjian.

Mirrors, this kind of magic weapon actually has fixed exclusive uses, there are only two types: one is a mirror made of various materials.

The other type is a mirror-like ornament in the form of a jade bi without holes.

However, this type of people all have one characteristic, which is that they cannot reflect a person as clearly as a mirror.

The smooth surface is a mirror, and the rough surface is a mirror.

Murong Ji guessed that the Xuanhuojian was used by the witch Linglong to decorate herself because it was small, beautiful and easy to carry.

When I came to my senses, there was no chair left in the room.

[This magic weapon is really beyond my expectations.] Murong Ji thought to himself, if I could refine that banner in the future, what would the effect be?
"Why are you sighing?"

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly. He didn't know when his master's wife Su Ru came. Just as he was about to respond, he heard Zhang Xiaofan reply, "Master's wife."

"It's okay, let's go inside and talk."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Murong Ji curled his lips, put away the Youwei Xuanjian in his hand, picked up the book and started reading.

When I came to my senses, I heard the sound of rain outside the window.

Murong Ji put down the book, pushed open the window and looked out. A cool mountain breeze blew in, bringing with it cool moisture, which hit his face and was very comfortable.

Looking out the window, I saw dark clouds pressing down, the sky darkened early, and lightning flashed faintly in the clouds.

Murong Ji was in a trance, but a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. He seemed to have thought of something, but it seemed to slip away from his hands.

He frowned slightly, but was thinking about something carefully in his mind.

"Seventh Senior Brother."

Murong Ji turned his head and saw Tian Ling'er lying in front of the window looking at him with a worried look on her face.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Are you hurt today?"

Murong Ji smiled and said, "No, I just thought of something, but forgot it in an instant."

"Hahaha, you are the same. I am the same. At the beginning..."

"Crack!" With a loud thunder, Murong Ji did not hear what Tian Ling'er said next, but he remembered something he had forgotten.

"Thunder Fire Refining Palace!"

Thunder and Fire Refining Hall! Yes, yes, yes, it was the steps of refining the magic weapon that I recalled at the beginning!
Thinking of this, Murong Ji immediately closed the window and replayed the video, taking out the Youwei Xuanjian and other miscellaneous magical instruments.

He hurriedly flew towards the highest point of Dazhu Peak on his sword.

I pulled out the iron block left over from the experiment from the bamboo forest. I can’t care less now. This opportunity cannot be missed.

It was quickly melted with alchemy fire and refined into an iron plate and four towering supports.

"Boom!"

Thunder was heard and the rain was getting heavier. Murong Ji's heart trembled, and then he quickly shot out countless sword qi towards the ground.

He used sword energy to make four holes, fixed the shelf in place, placed the magic weapon on it, and then evacuated quickly.

Stand in the bamboo forest in the distance and watch the scene there.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement. Murong Ji became a little anxious. After thinking for a while, he refined another iron pipe and put it on the shelf.

After thinking for a while, he threw the Tianwen Sword and the Dragon Snake Bow up as well.

"Puff" Murong Ji wiped the water off his face, hid in the bamboo forest, and quietly watched the situation on the top of the mountain ahead.

"Crack!"

There was a flash of lightning, and it landed directly on the top of the mountain. The rolling thunder and lightning struck down along the iron pipe.

"Boom!"

The thunder roared, making Murong Ji's ears buzz.

When the first bolt of lightning struck, it was as if a switch was turned on, and subsequent lightning struck one after another.

Gradually, golden light rolled on the iron plate.

Murong Ji's heart was in his throat. The Thunder and Fire Refining Palace, right now, he was looking at it from a very mysterious angle.

[The power of this lightning is a bit too great! ]

Suddenly, endless thunder and lightning struck the iron plate, like thunder and fire pouring back and directly hitting it.

The next moment, Murong Ji felt a numbness under his feet, and the lightning that was directed into the ground came through the rain.

Thinking that something was not going well, he hurried down the mountain.

Murong Ji didn't sleep that night, waiting for the rain to stop.

The rain stopped just before dawn. Murong Ji rushed out excitedly and flew to the top of the mountain using his lightness skills. In the dim light, he found that the top of Dazhu Peak was already charred black.

The one-foot-thick rock and soil on the surface had almost been turned into powder.

(End of this chapter)