Chapter 120

"Innate pattern?" Su Zimo frowned, thoughtfully.

The old man continued: "On the mysterious golden silk armor, what is broken into pieces is the innate pattern. Since it is the innate pattern, the acquired refiner cannot condense it, no matter how powerful it is."

Su Zimo gradually calmed down. He was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Master meant that this mysterious golden silk armor is an innate spiritual weapon?"

"Originally."

The old man, showing his memory, slowly said: "It is said that thousands of years ago, this mysterious golden silk armor was one of the most powerful defensive spirit weapons, and it was famous in the realm of cultivation. It is a pity that this thing was devastated. Destroyed, all the five acquired spiritual patterns collapsed, leaving only one congenital pattern, which was broken into several pieces."

"Since the innate spirit weapon is so strong, what destroyed it?" Su Zimo couldn't help asking.

"That's too much."

The old man laughed and said: "The innate spiritual weapon is only a spiritual weapon after all. You have to know that there are magic weapons on top of the spiritual weapon. The innate spiritual weapon is the best weapon for the Jindan real person. Seek. When the cultivation base reaches the Nascent Infant Realm, it will naturally refine magical artifacts and will no longer use spiritual artifacts."

"A powerful magic weapon is enough to destroy the innate spiritual weapon! The two sides are not at the same level at all."

Su Zimo probably understood it.

No matter how sharp the weapons in the mortal world are, they can easily be destroyed when they encounter the spiritual weapons used by the cultivators.

"Then why is this mysterious golden silk armor in the spirit weapon pavilion of Qifeng?"

In Su Zimo's view, this inner armor used to be an innate spiritual weapon after all, even if it was destroyed, it would be stronger than other spiritual weapons.

The old man shook his head and said: "This mysterious golden silk armor has only a broken innate pattern, which is equivalent to a pseudo-spiritual weapon. Although it can resist sharp weapons, it cannot resist the power of spiritual arts because there is no spiritual pattern. "

In other words, a cultivator stabbed a sword, although it would not pierce the black golden silk armor, but the power contained in the flying sword would still be able to cut off the flesh through the black golden silk armor!

If the opponent is a foundation-building cultivator, and he bursts out spiritual spells, the mysterious golden silk armor will not have any resisting effect.

The bad old man said again: "What's more, although this mysterious golden silk armor is broken and destroyed, it still weighs ten thousand catties! Which cultivator can bear it? So no one has touched it in the past thousand years. This is almost a tasteless spiritual weapon."

"It's so heavy, even back then, there are not many real Jindan people who are capable and qualified to wear it."

The old man seemed to have thought of something again, his expression a little emotional.

Su Zimo naturally knew the weight of the mysterious golden silk armor. If he hadn't used the power of his blood, he would not be able to handle this seemingly thin inner armor!

Su Zimo's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Since this mysterious golden silk armor is in the sect, that is to say, was someone wearing it in the sect back then?"

The old man was silent.

"Who is this person, is he still in the sect?" Su Zimo was curious in his heart, and asked again.

There was a throbbing in the depths of the old man's eyes. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head: "This person is no longer in the sect. I haven't seen him either. I just heard some of his rumors. It is said, This person is a powerful sect of thousands of years ago. He was invincible in the land of foundations and golden cores in the northern region of the wilderness, and no one can stun him!"

Su Zimo's heart was shocked.

Invincible in a realm, how terrifying is this?

"What's next?" Su Zimo asked.

"I don't know, there will be no more rumors of him."

"Falled?"

Su Zimo frowned, and then thought: "Such a strong man cannot fall easily. But why is this person not in the sect now, and it seems that the old man doesn't want to mention it? What is he avoiding?"

After being silent for a while, the bad old man said again: "Since the Zongmen set up the Eight Suffering Array, only two people have survived, one is you and the other is him."

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly.

The old man waved his hand, seeming to be a little upset, and said, "Send the mysterious golden silk armor back and choose another one. You won't be able to use this spiritual weapon either."

With Su Zimo's current situation, the black gold silk armor is not suitable for him.

But for some reason, Su Zimo always felt that he might be able to use it in the future.

After hesitating for a while, Su Zimo said solemnly, "Thank you, Master, but I still decided to choose this mysterious golden silk armor."

The old man frowned, he stopped talking, and finally sighed: "It's up to you, but in the battle with Feng Haoyu, you should be more careful. If you see no match, you will give up and don't hold on."

Su Zimo heard the care of the bad old man and responded with a smile.

"By the way, Master, I have a doubt about the refining tool."

Su Zimo turned the subject away and said, "Don't be concealed from Master, I had successfully refined a low-grade spirit weapon before the peak of Qifeng's art. I just don't know why, I still couldn't condense a second spiritual rune. Why is that? ?"

"Ha ha!"

The old man couldn't help smiling and said, "You kid, it's hidden deep enough. It turns out that you have already refined a low-grade spiritual weapon. It's not bad, not bad."

The old man subconsciously thought that Su Zimo was just refining a low-grade spiritual weapon.

After laughing, the old man said: "In fact, in the art of refining, the most difficult thing is gathering spirits, but the core step is tempering. The skill of this step is too strong. Every door has a unique tempering technique."

"There are a lot of impurities in spirit mines. Spirit fire alone is not enough for refining. This requires clever tempering skills to get rid of the impurities."

"The exercise is not in place, there are too many impurities remaining, and the second spiritual mark is forcibly condensed, and the forged spiritual weapon cannot withstand it, so the spiritual gathering fails and the spiritual weapon bursts."

Su Zimo was stunned.

He was unable to condense the second spirit rune, not because the method of gathering spirits was wrong, nor was the level of the spirit mine insufficient, but because the techniques of tempering were not clever enough.

The bad old man said: "Zongmen does not have a good tempering technique yet, but don't worry, don't worry, just leave these things to me."

"Um."

Su Zimo can clearly feel the importance and love that the old man puts on him, this can't be faked.

Yu Jian left after Su Zimo bowed deeply.

Looking at Su Zimo's back, the old man frowned.

In fact, as early as after Su Zimo cultivated the third-level spirit fire, he began to search outside for clever tempering techniques, hoping to help Su Zimo improve his refinement realm.

It's a pity that the tempering technique has always been a secret that the sect does not pass on, and it is too difficult to obtain.

"Oh, it's a shame that the Pearl is in the dust." The old man sighed inwardly, thinking in his heart, waiting for Wufeng to get better at it, and then go outside to see how he would get a tempering technique for Su Zimo.

Sudden!

The old man's expression changed, and he remembered a detail that was almost ignored.

The mysterious golden silk armor weighs ten thousand jin. How did Su Zimo, an eight-layer air trainer, put it into a storage bag?

The more he thought about it, the more things went wrong, and he wandered around for a long time, but he gave up the idea of ​​going to ask.

"It seems that my disciple is not easy."