As a popular ability, the formula for flying with a sword is not hard to come by, and it can be said that it is everywhere. Even if Song Zhong did not give a gift, people would just give him a copy. Last night, Song Zhong had already memorized the formula for flying with a sword excitedly. So when he got up early this morning, he was excited to start his first flight of his life.
It must be said that Xiaopang's slightly fat body is really not helpful for flying. His flying sword was already tattered, and he was greedy for such a fat master, which made it even more unbearable. After he stepped on the poor flying sword, the sword spine was bent, and it took him to fly in the air, which was as thrilling as it could be, just like crossing a single-plank bridge.
Fortunately, Xiaopang was also a trained person. He did not run so many miles every day in vain. His body balance was pretty good. After tossing back and forth for more than two hours, he was finally able to control the flying sword and fly back and forth in the air. Although his posture was like a sow climbing a tree, he could not compare with others' free and easy, but at least he did not fall down.
Speaking of which, this was also thanks to Song Zhong's rubbish flying sword, because the flying swords of ordinary disciples could fly three or four hundred miles in a quarter of an hour. But Song Zhong's broken flying sword was only half the speed of others. You know, the faster the flying sword is, the harder it is to control. So in this way, Song Zhong was better at controlling it, which allowed him to learn the preliminary flying in a short time.
The feeling of flying in the sky for the first time was so cool. Song Zhong had never had a similar experience before. In excitement, he directly controlled the flying sword to the place he often went to, Tiangou.
In less than half an hour, Xiaopang flew to the ditch. He put away the flying sword and looked at the garbage below. He sighed: "I used to run for at least half an hour, but now it takes less than one-third of the time. This is still with the worst flying sword. If I change to a good one, I don't know how much faster it will be! It's still flying fast!"
After sighing, Xiaopang summoned the flying sword again and flew down the ditch. The reason why he came here is not just to reminisce the past, but also to do business.
Through the observation of the past two days, Song Zhong also has a preliminary understanding of his own life magic weapon. First of all, the decomposition ability of this treasure is really not ordinary. Whether it is a spell, a pill or a magic weapon, it can be decomposed. But its decomposition speed is not the same. The higher the level of things, the slower the decomposition. However, high-level items contain more precious materials, so by comparison, it is more cost-effective to decompose high-level goods, which can increase the spiritual energy of the space and obtain high-level materials.
You know, there is only so much black soil in the natal magic weapon, and only things wrapped in black soil can be decomposed. So strictly speaking, its decomposition ability is also limited, and it is impossible to decompose too much at once. In this case, it is natural to pick high-level things to decompose first!
Song Zhong does not have high-level things. The garbage he picked up when he was working was all low-level. If he wants to get high-level goods, with his ability, he can only try his luck in the gutter.
Although Song Zhong has not learned to refine instruments, he has been in the sect of cultivation for many years, and he knows a little bit. High-level goods are generally magic weapons, and there are also high-level elixirs and talismans, but those things are relatively rare, and those that are still in the gutter are probably used waste, not worth the effort. So now he is concentrating on finding magic tools and flying swords that failed to be refined.
Among flying swords and magic tools, the lowest and most common material is black iron, which is the material of the flying sword under Song Zhong's feet. One hundred kilograms of this kind of thing is worth a low-grade spirit stone, which is super cheap. Song Zhong didn't want to sell this kind of stuff, so when he was looking for garbage, he didn't want anything black, only colorful flying swords or magic weapons.
After Xiaopang flew in the ditch for a few hours, he really found a few colorful treasures, including a flying sword that was broken into two pieces, a battle armor that was almost broken into pieces, and various magic tools that failed to be refined, and even magic weapons.
You know, magic tools are used by low-level disciples, while magic weapons are used by masters above the Jindan stage. The two are completely different levels. The materials of magic weapons are extremely rare, so even if the magic weapons are broken, many people are reluctant to throw them away. So it was really a lucky thing for Song Zhong to find a few discarded magic weapons. Once the refining materials of these magic weapons are decomposed, how many spirit stones can they be exchanged for? Song Zhong drooled at the thought.
However, the good times didn't last long. Just when Xiaopang was excited, he suddenly felt that his life magic weapon in his dantian trembled violently. The numb and sour feeling was too uncomfortable, it felt like a vibrator was stuffed in his buttocks, Song Zhong's anus tightened, his legs trembled, and he accidentally fell off the flying sword.
Fortunately, because Xiaopang was looking for something, he flew at a very low altitude, so he didn't fall to death, otherwise he would have to be beaten. But even so, Song Zhong fell hard, he felt sore all over, and couldn't get up for a long time.
Although Xiaopang was so unlucky, the life magic weapon in his dantian still didn't stop beating, but became more wild, as if urging Xiaopang.
"Damn, this life magic weapon is not broken, right? Why is it beating for no reason!" Song Zhong, who was bruised and swollen, couldn't help but curse.
The life magic weapon obviously can't speak, so it can only protest by beating at a faster frequency. Xiao Pang was tortured by it and couldn't help begging for mercy: "Good boy, stop jumping, if you jump again, my balls will be shattered by you! I'm counting on it to help me pass on my family line!"
The bead ignored Xiao Pang's pleas and continued to jump restlessly. Song Zhong had no choice but to get up reluctantly and smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, I surrender. What do you want to do? Why did you suddenly jump here? Is there something you are looking for here?"
The bead suddenly stopped for a moment, and then jumped more violently, as if it was very excited. Song Zhong immediately understood that this was the other party expressing happiness, as if he was right, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, stop jumping, I know you want to find something, can't I find it right away? If you jump like this, I can't even stand up, how can I find it for you?"
After hearing what Song Zhong said, the bead finally calmed down completely, but occasionally jumped a little, as if to prove its existence.
Seeing it quiet, Xiaopang heaved a sigh of relief, and then subconsciously raised his leg and took a step forward. As a result, the bead immediately jumped violently, causing Song Zhong to shiver and sit on the ground again.
Xiaopang immediately wailed: "My dear, can you jump a little more gently? I'm going to be jumped to death by you!"
The bead was slightly lighter, but it was still jumping. Song Zhong then hurriedly said: "Did I go in the wrong direction?"
The bead immediately vibrated violently several times.
"Okay, okay, I'll go in another direction!" Xiaopang said, turning left, and as soon as he took a step, the bead jumped again.
Song Zhong was so scared that he quickly turned around, and the bead stopped jumping immediately and became very honest.
Song Zhong finally knew the direction and hurried forward. He didn't dare to fly the sword now, for fear that the bead would jump up and hit him again. Helplessly, he could only walk. In the vast garbage mountain, Song Zhong walked for a long time, but he didn't feel any information from the bead. He thought, why is there no movement? Was he fooled by the bead?
Thinking of this, he immediately tried to turn around and take a step, but the bead seemed to be angry and immediately jumped angrily. Song Zhong felt his belly trembling, and he was so scared that he hurriedly said: "Baby, baby, stop jumping, I just want to know, how far do we have to go?"
The bead was quiet for a while, and then jumped more than ten times in a row.
Song Zhong was directly depressed, and smiled bitterly: "Baby, I don't know what you mean by this? Otherwise, I will fly on the sword, and when I reach the end of the field, you remind me, but don't vibrate too much, if you fall on me again, I will be dead!"
The bead vibrated slightly three times, as if to express agreement. Song Zhong then carefully flew again, and at the same time he said with some surprise: "Baby, can you understand what I said?"
The bead did not respond this time, but just stayed quietly, as if it had no idea what Song Zhong said. Xiaopang was somewhat disappointed, but he immediately said to himself: "Even if it doesn't understand what I say, its performance just now is enough to prove that it is spiritual! A spiritual treasure, isn't it a spiritual treasure? It's rich, no wonder my parents pay so much attention to this guy, it's true that the old ones are still the best. It seems that there is really no garbage in the cave of the ancient cultivators."
You know, spiritual treasures are more advanced than magic weapons. Generally, only super masters above the level of distraction will have one or two, and Yuanying masters don't have many. And the masters of distraction are legendary. Even the head of Xuantian Villa is only a master in the middle stage of Yuanying.
If this bead is a spiritual treasure, then there is no doubt that Xiaopang will get a big bargain. In fact, judging from the heaven-defying power of this bead, it is not surprising that it is a spiritual treasure.
Just when Xiaopang was happy, the originally quiet bead suddenly trembled again. Song Zhong did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly landed on the ground. Looking around, he found that this place was still a mountain of garbage. There was garbage all around, and it was old garbage. Many broken weapons were rusted. You know, the magic tools of cultivators are all top-grade materials. Even the lowest-grade black iron will not rust without thousands of years. This shows how long the history of the garbage here is.
At this time, the bead was affecting Song Zhong again with its beating. Song Zhong did not dare to neglect it. He immediately walked slowly to a point according to the instructions of the bead. When he stood there, no matter which direction he walked, the bead would tremble.
No matter how stupid Song Zhong was, he knew that he had arrived at the place, and the things were probably under his feet. He squatted down and began to clean up the garbage under his feet. However, there was too much garbage here. Song Zhong dug for a whole day until dark, but he still didn't reach the bottom. He only dug down more than ten feet and almost buried himself.