The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master Chapter 89 – 89 Spiritual Weapon

89 Spiritual Weapon
Of course, Beiting Huang would not ask Yan Ye if he was a divine beast. He was too powerful. If he was angry, he could probably crush her into ashes with a breath.

“Give it to me!” Yan Ye extended his hand to Beiting Huang.

“What?” Beiting Huang was stunned. There was something on her that he liked? Could it be that Thunderbolt had told him about her obtaining a spiritual dagger? She flipped her wrist and the dagger that Nangong Qianxi had given her appeared in her hand. “You don’t want me to give it to you, do you?”

“Why? You can’t bear to?” Yan Ye raised his eyebrows and asked.

“Of course not!” Beiting Huang leaned against the tree trunk with a sly look in her eyes. “I know that His Highness the Night King will definitely not take a fancy to something that belongs to a little girl like me. Even if he does, he will definitely exchange it for something that is a hundred times more precious.”

Yan Ye turned his head to look at her. Under the moonlight, the young man’s face was as exquisite as jade. The heavens seemed to favor him especially. Every curve of his face was extremely beautiful. He had a pair of handsome but delicate eyebrows. His eyes were a little dark as they spun around. When she had a bad idea in her heart, she looked like this. It was the look that he still remembered after countless times.

The two of them looked at each other. Yan Ye endured the feeling in his heart and raised his hand to gently scratch the bridge of her beautiful nose. Beiting Huang quickly turned her head to avoid his hand. Yan Ye was slightly stunned and disappointed. When he saw that the tip of her ear was slightly red, joy couldn’t help but surge from the bottom of his heart.

“You won’t be able to use it for the time being, but there’s something you’ll definitely like!”

Yan Ye General put the two swords together, one long and one short. He gently twisted his thumb and index finger, and a ball of flames jumped up in his palm. The color of the flames was black, even darker than the night. The temperature was so low that Beiting Huang couldn’t even circulate the spiritual power in her body to resist it. It seemed to freeze her soul.

“Get behind me!” Yan Ye clenched his hand to isolate the coldness emitted by the flames. After Beiting Huang hid behind him, he threw the two swords above the flames. Using fire as a cauldron, he kept refining them. The two swords made of black iron and cold iron melted, and the residue was constantly removed. When it was completely removed, the ball of lava began to change its shape, forming a short dagger. It was pitch-black, and the handle was a little short. The blade was about four centimeters long, and the tip was especially sharp.

Beiting Huang’s heart skipped a beat. The weapon was an inch shorter and an inch more dangerous. The flexible sword also had its advantages. After being combined and modified by Yan Ye, how could it have the advantage of a long sword?

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Yan Ye glanced at her and took in her expression. He smiled secretly and retracted the flames. He handed the already formed short sword in his hand to her. “Look at it after you drip your blood on it!”

Spiritual Weapons were usually divided into different grades. Low-grade Spiritual Weapons only had one attribute. The storage ring in her hand only had a storage function. The slightly better ones were middle-grade Spiritual Weapons with two attributes. The best ones were high-grade Spiritual Weapons with three attributes. Sacred Spiritual Weapons had four attributes.

As soon as Yan Ye said that, Beiting Huang understood that Spiritual Weapons usually only revealed their attributes when they were activated. She quickly cut her finger with the sword and dripped her blood onto the sword. A wisp of divine senses also fused with the sword, and her soul became more connected to the sword.

At this moment, the spiritual weapon recognized its master. As Beiting Huang was moved, the black color on the short blade gradually dissipated. A cold and bloodthirsty snow-white light was emitted under the moonlight. The sword’s body softened, and its quality was more than two levels higher than before.