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The joining of the Tianmang Python did not make these low-level disciples panic. Apart from the initial surprise, he quickly regarded the little girl as a member of the Hongchen Sword Sect.

The following days, Hongchen Sword Gate began to block the islands and collect ores.

Although the red gold thousand-patterned ore is not particularly high in grade, it is also a rare sixth-grade ore. A vein owned by Jiaolongmen can collect about 300,000 kilograms of original ore. After careful refining, hundreds of low-grade spiritual weapon sword embryos can be refined.

The sword embryo is used to nourish the essence and blood every day, and it is good for sacrifice and refining. Then it is put into the cauldron and refining the method of fire to refine it, so that it can become a real spiritual weapon.

A flying sword of spiritual weapon is a rare treasure for a golden elixir sword cultivator. What's more, if these low-level practitioners obtain a flying sword of spiritual weapon, not only will their own power be greatly improved, but if hundreds of people practice a sword formation together, even practitioners in the late stage of Dharma images will have to avoid their sharpness.

There are more than 600 cultivators and more than 260 sword cultivators.

There were more than 120 practitioners who practiced talismans.

Eighty people refining weapons and sixty people refining alchemy.

The rest of the disciples are all low-level practitioners who have not yet established a foundation and are not particularly outstanding in all aspects of their talents.

Zhang Hao arranged for Situ Zhi to include the realm, age, and hobbies of these cultivators in jade slips, and also distributed the benefits of the disciples in the sect.

Disciples who have never established a foundation practice the Star Qi training method.

The sword cultivator was unified under Mo Xiaoqi's name, while Fu Xiu belonged to Sun Lin's name.

As for weapon refining, the cultivators who refine alchemy will be under the name of Situ Zhi and Lu Qian. When they return to the Hongchen Sword Sect in the future, they will be under the name of Zhang Yuefeng and Zhao Zhiping.

All plans are going on quietly.

Yan Songzi secretly sent a letter to all the nearby island sects. The content of the letter was to tell the surrounding island sects that he had subdued the leader of the Jiaolong Gate and Xianhe Sect and threw himself into the Red Dust Sword Sect.

All the disciples of the two sects joined the Hongchen Sword Sect and announced that the island would be closed to practice, prohibiting any exchanges between the islands.

After the letter talisman is issued, the door is opened and the island sealing measures are implemented.

But at this moment, the island is busy.

A huge cauldron appeared next to the red gold thousand-patterned ore vein. Around the cauldron were eighty weapon refiners with fire seeds. Flames of different colors fell into the cauldron, gorgeous and gorgeous.

Two hundred sword cultivators were holding long iron shovels. The front end of the iron shovel was extremely sharp, and a low-level talisman was blessed at the handle. The user only needed extremely rare spiritual power to pour into the iron shovel and could dig a large piece of red gold thousand-patterned ore from the stone wall that looked like gold and iron.

Two hundred sword cultivators waved the shovel together, as if they were waving flying swords. Only bursts of fine jingling sounds were heard echoing in the valley.

The textured iron ore was dug by these sword cultivators from the hard walls as hard as iron.

Mo Xiaoqi made a move like lightning, and saw a black light flashing by. A dark iron ore was pulled by him with a long sword, and it fell into the fire-rise furnace with a clang.

Yan Songzi maintained the flames of the core temperature of the cauldron. He saw his hands constantly pinching the magic tricks, and the white magic power in his body turned into long lines like spider silk, carefully controlling the flames in the cauldron.

My gray beard had turned black at some point, and my Taoist robe became extremely sloppy. It seemed like I was climbing out of the pile of coal, with only those scarlet eyes flashing with concentrated splendor.

Ah Chou mechanically waved the iron shovel and dug one piece after another of red gold thousand-patterned ore. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. The beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead and gradually gathered into two narrow torrents. His face slid down and gathered together on his chin, dripping on the black stone ground between his feet.

His arms were a little numb. Although the spiritual power in his body was not used much every time, his continuous collection of several days was finally exhausted.

As he mechanically waved his arms and collected a red gold thousand-patterned ore, the last trace of spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly dried up.

The iron shovel in his hand mechanically hit the stone wall, and a slight clang sound came.

Ah Chou felt darkness in front of him, and his whole body seemed to have been drained, and his consciousness seemed to be about to fall into a state of nothingness in an instant.

Ah Chou has experienced this state countless times, which is a sign of being about to fall into a coma. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his dry lips. At this moment, a thin white light seemed to appear in his sea of ​​consciousness. These white lights emerged densely from the sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually a sword shape appeared.

A handful of tiny flying swords suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. His dry sea of ​​consciousness suddenly seemed to have a spring that had been dug for a long time. The spiritual power gushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness, making his pale cheeks regained rosy in an instant.

"How did this happen?" Ah Chou was a little surprised. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard the head's voice of joy and gentleness.

"A Chou! You are going to build the foundation!"

A white light flashed, and Ah Chou was lifted out of the dark pocket by Zhang Hao.

A gentle voice echoed in the ears of the disciples.

"A Chou is about to build the foundation! He is the youngest and fastest among you Qi Refining Cultivators!"

Those disciples who had not yet established a foundation were shocked and a hint of envy.

The black sword in Mo Xiaoqi's hand stuttered slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "This guy is not bad!"

Just as he was stagnant, six or seven pieces of red gold thousand-patterned ore dug by low-level Qi practitioners were thrown from the cave.

Mo Xiaoqi was slightly stunned, and stabbed the black sword in his hand and caught all the six or seven fast red gold thousand-patterned stones. With a shaking sword, he sent the seven red gold thousand-patterned stones into the alchemy furnace.

Yan Songzi, who was concentrating on controlling the fire, heard a clanging sound, and the flames in the cauldron were thriving.

Yan Songzi raised her head and cursed: "You kid, don't be distracted, do you want to burn the old man to death!"

Mo Xiaoqi's tender face shook a few times, closing his eyes and silently.

Yan Songzi muttered a few words and began to seriously control the fire and melt the bladders of these red-gold thousand-patterned ores.

A Chou fell into the spirit gathering array constructed by the Yuan Jiaolong Gate.

A jade slip was suspended three feet above his head. The jade slip flew around several times and then fell into the Qiankun bag beside him.

Then what emerged in the sea of ​​consciousness was Mo Xiaoqi's insights when building the foundation.

He quickly glanced at it, then concentrated his mind and began to use the Star Qi training method. The spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness gathered more and more and more densely.

A huge vortex formed over his sea of ​​consciousness.

A phantom formed by his spiritual consciousness sat cross-legged in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, looking up at the sky and looking at the vortex of the huge sword light gathering above his head, feeling thoughtful.

"Is this the sword intent? How can I make these sword intents come out of my body in the moment of successful foundation building and form my own sword light?"

While he thought carefully, he used the spiritual power in his body.

Zhang Hao looked at A Chou in the spirit gathering array and was quickly absorbing the spiritual energy of the world around him. The absorption speed was much faster than that of most cultivators.

These spiritual powers gathered into a vortex and gradually turned into a spiritual tide that looked like a substance. The spiritual tide quickly invaded from A Chou's acupoints, gradually forming faint and illusory sword shapes.
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