2083: C2083 Rakasha's Revenge

C2083 Rakasha's Revenge

"I'm finally done!" At the same time, a black inky bamboo sword with golden edges landed lightly on the ground. If you looked carefully, you would see two golden dragon-like creatures on the blade.0

"High grade spirit weapon, not bad, not bad." The Third Elder nodded continuously. He could tell from Wendu's method of refining Flying Sword that he was a rookie. Even if it wasn't his first time refining, he rarely came into contact with it.

However, being able to refine a high-grade spiritual weapon for the first time in the refining process could be considered as having talent. However, compared to the talent in formations, the talent in refining was simply too insignificant.

"Thank you for your guidance, Third Elder." Wendu immediately thanked him. He was very excited. He had never thought about it before, but now he had done it. It was unbelievable.

"You don't have to thank me. You taught yourself." The Third Elder changed the topic and said: "Oh right, you can try to practice more Flying Sword. After you've mastered the sword techniques, you won't have to do anything yourself."

"Yes, Third Elder, I think so too." Wendu laughed out loud. He waved his sleeve and another black bamboo appeared in his hand. He then closed his eyes and used the Pill Fire to purify and liquefy it.

Seeing this, the Third Elder also nodded his head in relief. Previously, he didn't really like Wendu, but now, looking at Wendu's diligent and studious manner, he unconsciously changed his position in the heart of the Manor.

When Wendu finished refining another set of Flying Sword, he found that the sky was already dark, and the Third Elder who was previously sitting in front of him had also disappeared.

"I feel so tired." He stood up and moved his stiff neck.

However, Wendu was still very excited as he looked at the two Flying Sword in his hands that he had refined himself.

"Let's eat some kebabs to rest for a while, then we can go back and continue refining the Flying Sword."

"..."

A black figure suddenly appeared from outside the great formation of the Xingluo Sect.

The figure was entirely black, whether it was his clothes, pants or shoes, all of them were black. Furthermore, he wore a hat that covered half of his face, and only a pair of aged eyes could be seen clearly from head to toe.

Looking at the large star formation outside the Xingluo Sect, the black man laughed and said to himself: "Ah, Xingluo Sect, it's been so many years since I've been here."

From the sound of his voice, he didn't sound as old as he had imagined. On the contrary, it was rather clear, and if one were to judge from the sound of his voice, he seemed to be around forty years old.

Suddenly, the black figure floating in the air disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already under a waterfall of Xingluo Sect.

"Who is it!" Xing Laojiu, who wanted to close his eyes to cultivate, immediately stood up in fright. Then, he looked vigilantly at the man in black.

"You must be Xin Jiu."

There were no emotions in the man in black's voice.

Xing Laojiu, who was punished to face the wall, was already in a bad mood. He was also scared by this person wearing black clothes. He immediately said without thinking: "What are you looking for me for?"

"Hur hur." The man in black smiled and snapped his fingers.

"Ugh!" Xing Laojiu immediately held his stomach and opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He felt as if his Dantian was cut in half by a sharp sword.

"You killed the person from my Rakasha Sect, so I destroyed your dantian. This matter can be considered even."

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