Chapter 120: Terrorist strongman thousands of years ago

Chapter 120 Terrorist Strongman A Thousand Years Ago
"Innate pattern?" Su Zimo frowned, thinking.
The old man continued, "On the mysterious gold silk armor, the broken lines are the innate patterns. With the innate patterns, the acquired refiner cannot condense, no matter how powerful the refiner."
Su Zimo gradually slowed down to God, startled in his heart, could not help but ask: "Master said that this piece of mysterious silk armor is an innate spiritual weapon?"
"Originally."
The old man revealed his memories and slowly said, "It is said that a thousand years ago, this mysterious silk armor was one of the most powerful defensive spirits and was well-known in the world of cultivation. Unfortunately, this thing was devastating. Destroyed, all five spirit patterns of the day after tomorrow were scattered, only one congenital pattern remained, and it was broken into several pieces. "
"Since the innate spirit is so strong, what destroyed it?" Su Zimo couldn't help asking.
"That's too much."
The old man laughed: "After all, innate artifacts are just artifacts. You need to know that on top of them, there are magic instruments. Innate artifacts are the best weapons for Jindan real people. Seeking to achieve the Yuanying Realm, Xiu will naturally refine the magic weapon, and will not use the magic weapon again. "
"A powerful magic weapon is enough to destroy innate artifacts! The two sides are not at the same level at all."
Su Zimo probably understood.
No matter how sharp the weapon in the dust is, you can easily destroy it if you encounter a spiritual weapon used by a practitioner.
"Why is this mysterious silk armor in Qifeng's Lingqi Pavilion?"
In Su Zimo's opinion, this inner armor was once an innate artifact, and even if it was destroyed, it was stronger than other artifacts.
The old man shook his head and said, "On this piece of mysterious silk armor, there is only a broken innate pattern, which is equivalent to a false spirit. Although it can resist sharp weapons, it can't resist the power of spirits because there is no spirit pattern. "
In other words, there are those who practice stabbing a sword, although they will not pierce the mysterious silk armor, but the power hidden in the flying sword will still cut the physical vitality through the mysterious gold armor.
If the opponent is a monk-builder, there is an outburst of magic, and the mystic silk armor has no resistance.
The old man said again: "What's more, although this piece of mysterious silk armor is broken and destroyed, it still weighs a lot. It is worthy of a spiritual master? So no one has touched it in the past millennium. This is almost a chicken rib. "
"Everything is heavy. Even in those days, there were not many Jindan real people, capable and qualified to wear it."
The old man seemed to think of something again, and his expression was a little emotional.
Su Zimo naturally knows the weight of the mysterious silk armor. He would not be able to handle this seemingly thin inner armor without using the power of blood!
Su Zimo moved in his heart, and suddenly asked, "Since this mysterious gold silk armor is in the Zongmen, that is, was there anyone in Zongmen in that year?"
The old man was silent.
"Who is this person, is he still in the Zongmen?" Su Zimo was curious and asked again.
The old man's eyes twitched deep in his eyes. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head, "This person is no longer in Zongmen. I haven't seen him, but I have heard some rumors about him. It is said that This man was a strong ancestor of Zongmen thousands of years ago. He had been invincible in the construction of the north of the wilderness and the realm of Jindan. No one can beat his edge! "
Su Zimo was shocked.
How terrifying it is to be invincible in one realm?
"After that?" Su Zimo asked.
"I don't know. There are no more rumors about him."
"Fallen?"
Su Zimo frowned, thinking for a moment: "Such a strong man can't fall easily. But why is this person not in Zongmen now, and the old man seems unwilling to mention it? What is he avoiding?"
After being silent for a while, the old man said again: "Since Zongmen set up an eight bitter battle, only two people have stood up, one is you, the other is him."
Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly.
The old man waved his hand, seemed a little upset, and said, "You send the mysterious gold silk armor back, and pick a new one. You won't need this magic weapon."
According to Su Zimo's current situation, black gold silk armor is not suitable for him.
But somehow, Su Zimo always felt that he might be able to use it in the future.
After a little hesitation, Su Zimo said, "Thank you Master, but I still decided to choose this black gold silk armor."
The old man frowned, and stopped talking, and finally sighed, "Let's do it, but in the battle with Feng Haoyu, you should be careful. If you lose, you won't be able to give up."
Su Zimo heard the old man's concern and smiled.
"Yes, Master, I have a doubt on the refiner."
Su Zimo turned away from the topic and said: "Without concealing Master, before Qi Feng compared to the arts, I had successfully refined the Xipin Spirit. But I don't know why, I still can't condense the second spirit pattern. This is why ? "
"Haha!"
The old man couldn't help laughing and said, "Your boy, it's hidden deep enough. It turned out that a good artifact has been refined for a long time. Good, good."
The bad old man thought subconsciously that Su Zimo had just refined a sublime artifact.
After laughing, the old man said, "In fact, in the art of refining, the most difficult thing is to gather spirits, but the core step is to practice. This step is too technical, and is good at refining. Every door has a unique tempering technique. "
"There are a lot of impurities in spiritual mines. Relying on spiritual fire alone is not enough for refining. This requires a high level of honing skills to remove the impurities."
"The refinement is not in place, the impurities remain too much, and the second spirit pattern is forcibly condensed. The forged artifact cannot bear it, so it will fail to gather the spirit and the artifact will burst."
Su Zimo was stunned.
He was unable to condense the second spiritual pattern. It was not because the method of gathering spirits was not correct, nor was the level of the spirit mine insufficient, but the method of tempering was not good enough.
The old man said, "Zongmen doesn't have a very good practice of tempering, but don't worry, don't worry, just leave me these things."
"Ok."
Su Zimo can clearly feel that the bad old man values ​​and cares for him, and this cannot be done.
After Su Zimo deeply worshiped, Yu Jian left.
Looking at Su Zimo's back, the old man frowned.
In fact, long after Su Zimo had cultivated the third-level spiritual fire, he began to search outside for the sophisticated skill of tempering, and wanted to help Su Zimo improve his realm of refining.
It is a pity that the practice of tempering has always been a secret of the Zongmen, and it is too difficult to obtain.
"Well, the pearl is dusty, and it's a pity." The old man sighed and pondered in his heart. After Wufeng compares his skills, he went outside to see how to get a tempering technique for Su Zimo.
suddenly!
The old man changed his look, remembering an almost neglected detail.
Mysterious gold armor weighs ten thousand pounds. How did Su Zimo, an eight-layer practitioner, put it in a storage bag?
The bad old man became more and more wrong, and wandered in place for a long time, or gave up the idea of ​​questioning.
"It seems that my disciple is not simple."
Thank you for a pot of moonlight for tea, and a smile in the wind ~ the third is delivered ^ _ ^
(End of this chapter)