Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 287 Master of Refining

Shenzui looked at the drinks and debris all over the floor, as if he were mourning for his heir.

As a winemaker, wine is everything in his life, and now telling him that he spilled most of the wine is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"It's okay, at least the wine in the clay pot is preserved." Mr. Bing tried to comfort him.

"The clay pots are filled with the lowest quality garbage wine!" Shen Zui said, instead of being comforted, the bitter look on his face became even more intense.

"This..." Binglao hesitated for a moment.

The incident happened suddenly. As a disciplinarian, he only took a cursory glance at the wine mountain and could barely tell that the clay pots were the most numerous inside.

Unexpectedly, something happened.

"How about we just make do with a drink first?"

Shen Zui: "..."

"This parting drink is weird, I almost got drunk." Han Zhan, who woke up next to him, shook his head vigorously.

"Why don't you thank me soon." At this time, Binglao reminded Han Zhan at the right time, "Not just anyone is qualified to drink this parting wine."

Hearing what Mr. Bing said, Han Zhan reacted.

It seems that before entering the City of Buried Swords, Mr. Bing had said something similar.

If you want to drink parting wine, you need to see whether you have enough face?

"Thank you...Uncle Shen?" Han Zhan still believed in Mr. Bing's words, but he was a little unsure about the name Shen Zui.

But judging from the way Shen Zui and Mr. Bing talked, they should be on the same level. There is nothing wrong with calling him uncle.

When Shenzui heard Han Zhan's thanks, his expression became slightly better.

Mr. Bing smiled and explained to Han Zhan, who was still unclear about the situation:

"Are you feeling anything else right now?"

Han Zhan just woke up from his drunken state. After Bing Lao's reminder, he suddenly realized that his mental power seemed to be unusually abundant.

He had obviously released a round of Infinite Sword Sea, but apart from the corresponding decrease in spiritual energy, he did not feel tired yet.

This was almost impossible before.

"My mental power has become stronger?" Han Zhan asked uncertainly.

"Yes, this is the hidden effect of the farewell wine." Mr. Bing nodded, confirming his guess, "Everyone will have obsessions in their minds when they drink the farewell wine for the first time. The faster you get rid of the obsessions, , the greater the mental power improvement obtained."

"It's said to be a test, but in fact, it's also a big opportunity."

It turns out that's the case. No wonder Mr. Bing didn't stop the intoxication at the beginning. I thought it was Mr. Bing who judged that there was no danger, or he thought too little.

After understanding this, Han Zhan continued to try again.

He discovered that not only had his mental power increased tremendously, but his mental control was also more precise.

For example, to control the tiny sword energy condensed around the body, one could only barely control a group of sword energy to turn into a sea of ​​swords, and kill them all at once.

But now, he can divide these sword energy into several strands, or combine them into sword arrays, integrate the ancient magic arrays into them, and perform more complicated techniques.

"In swordsmanship, there is a saying about sharpening the sword's heart. The farewell wine was originally specially brewed by me for Shen Zhongxia and other sword cultivators named Shen to drink. Of course, Gong Yangjin also drank it."

Shen Zui took over the conversation.

"In addition, its taste is also very special. Except for the conscious hallucination when you taste it for the first time, you will never have it again."

The farewell wine without conscious hallucinations is a fine wine with excellent taste. Mr. Bing was not lying about this.

Just as Han Zhan and the other two were talking, a rough middle-aged man with his upper body naked walked over from the other side of the Buried Sword City.

"Shen Zui! Did you invent that sword energy-striking stance just now?"

"Could it be that you have developed a new wine and can drink it and breathe in sword energy?"

The speaker has a beard and dark skin, and even his voice is naturally a bit hot, as if his throat is being burned.

He glared when he saw Bing Lao and Han Zhan standing next to Shen Zui. "Li Tugui? Didn't you leave the city where the sword was buried to assist Jin Yatou? How could you have time to come back?"

"Dong Dachui, your voice is still as loud as ever." Mr. Bing was numbed by his voice.

The same goes for Korean War and Intoxication.

The three people rubbed their ears in unison.

"Is my voice that loud?" Dong Dachui looked at their uniform movements and asked suspiciously.

Shen Zui nodded seriously, "It's bigger than before. Did you just finish refining the weapon and didn't pick out your ears?"

"Ah! Yes!" Dong Dachui was reminded by Shen Zui and immediately remembered that this was indeed the case.

He immediately raised his fists, hit his ears on both sides, and smashed them with a bang.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Zhan's face twitched slightly.

Doesn't this person look like a normal person?

While Dong Dachui hit his ears, black metal debris kept falling from his ears. After a while, a small layer fell to the ground.

"His name is Dong Dachui. He is one of the three people in Buried Sword City. He is a blacksmith. Of course, you can also call him the master of weapon refinement."

Binglao introduced to Han Zhan.

The weapon-refining master Dong Dachui was a master in crafting props when the City of Swords was not yet called the City of Swords and the Shen family was still prosperous.

Mr. Bing was introducing Dong Dachui, and Dong Dachui also looked at the only unfamiliar young man present who had never met him under the hint of intoxicated eyes.

As a master of weapon refinement, although Dong Dachui looks rough and has a careless style, his vision is extremely vicious.

The first time Dong Dachui looked at Han Zhan, he saw the jade pendant he wore around his waist.

"Gongyang Jin, who are you?"

He is different from Shen Zui. Shen Zui pretends to be confused while pretending to be confused. Dong Dachui breaks the casserole and asks the truth.

Faced with such a direct question, Han Zhan was slightly stunned, but quickly answered:

"Gong Yangjin is my bonded spirit and my other half."

Han Zhan responded very honestly.

How could he still not understand the current battle?

Shen Zui, Dong Da Chui, and even Bing Lao are all people from the City of Buried Swords, that is, Gong Yang Jin's "natal family".

That's why Shen Zui asked himself at the very beginning why he came here empty-handed and didn't bring anything as a greeting gift.

Fortunately, there are a lot of forging materials in Han Zhan's Sumeru Ring, which were given to him by the high-ranking families when he was in Fulong City, and they can finally be put to use now.

Seeing Han Zhan take out a lot of "meeting gifts", Dong Dachui raised his thick eyebrows.

"So, the movement of sword energy striking the sky just now was caused by your boy?"

"Yes."

"It's a bit of talent, not bad. But I don't need this as a greeting gift." Dong Dachui walked to Han Zhan and tugged on his bare shirt.

Han Zhan understood immediately.

He suddenly leaned over and "picked up" a storage bag from the ground and handed it to Dong Dachui.

"Uncle Dong, your storage bag fell off."

Dong Dachui took the storage bag and glanced at Han Zhan with satisfaction.

"Get on the road!"

(End of this chapter)