"You...... You actually threw my soldiers in?!" The male cultivator's face was incredulous, and his eyes almost erupted with fire.

Meng Chuan hugged his arms and smiled, looked at the male cultivator playfully, and said, "What's wrong with throwing your soldiers?

As he spoke, Meng Chuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the male cultivator.

A large hand of flesh and blood formed on the top of the male cultivator's head, like a demonic hand stretched out from hell, trying to seize the male cultivator.

The male cultivator only felt fear enveloping his heart, recalling that he had just used his combat soldiers and was taken over by the other party with his bare hands, he knew that it was easy for Meng Chuan to kill him.

Under the huge fear, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he flew back without looking back with a scream, for fear of being caught by Meng Chuan.

The female cultivator was still counting on her senior brother to avenge herself, but when she saw that her senior brother had run away, where did she dare to stay here longer.

"You bastard, wait, if you offend our Tianwu Pavilion, you will definitely die a good death!"

She shouted and cast a spell, and fled with her brother.

No one noticed that just now, when Meng Chuan and the two monks were doing something, among the magma at the bottom of the volcano, a huge head slowly emerged with the rolling magma, and after taking a look, it quickly sank again.

Seeing these two disappear into the sky, Meng Chuan couldn't help but smile and said, "It's really interesting, give you the opportunity to let you refine here with me, if you don't want to, you must force me to do it." ”

People are really cheap enough nowadays, and they don't know what is going on without teaching him a lesson.

Ye Tong on the side covered his mouth and chuckled, and said with relief: "Cousin, you really did this but spared them, I heard early on that the world of immortal cultivators is not comparable to the secular world. ”

"But all immortal cultivators often fight because of the competition for the treasures of heaven and earth, and it is very rare to make a fuss. If someone else had encountered your situation, those two would have died a long time ago. ”

Meng Chuan waved his hand and smiled helplessly: "I'm not a killer, others bully me, I'll just slap him, there's no need to stab him." ”

"Both

However, what kind of bullshit Tianwu Pavilion people are not willing to share this earth-centered fire treasure with our brothers and sisters, so let's just enjoy it exclusively. It's not too early, and I don't know when we will be able to temper the magic weapon, so let's start as soon as possible. ”

Ye Tong nodded, and suddenly thought of something and said with some concern: "But then again, the two people just now seem to have come from the same immortal cultivation sect. ”

"You beat him away, but I'm worried that they'll bring people back, and they might get into trouble. ”

Meng Chuan thought about it and felt that what Ye Tong said was also reasonable, such a geocentric fire treasure was very precious, and it was impossible for the other party to let go of it easily as a refining-based sect.

And he had a grudge with their sect just now, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the other party will bring someone to the door.

A third-class immortal cultivator sect will survive at most if there are at most two or three psychic people in charge, Meng Chuan is not afraid of anything, but if he practices his weapon to the critical moment when the other party comes to make trouble, resulting in a mistake in the process of refining the weapon, and the magic weapon that Ye Tong has refined has gone wrong, then this loss will be great.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan still decided to take the safe side and let Ye Tong stay where he was, while he flew out of the distance of thirty miles from the crater and began to use the magic of feng shui to set up a formation, covering all the places within a radius of more than thirty miles around this place.

This formation is different from Meng Chuan's subordinates on the farm, Meng Chuan used the art of feng shui to disrupt the terrain of this place and then reorganize the formation, disguising this place as a completely different place from the original appearance.

If someone is in the middle of it, they can lose their way and not know where they are in a radius of ten miles.

Unless the other party also has a high level of attainment in the art of feng shui, and can deduce the original appearance of all the changed terrain here, so as to find the thirty-six array eyes in a circle on the edge and uproot them one by one, it is basically impossible to find the crater hidden by Meng Chuan.

After doing all this, Meng Chuan returned to the crater and prepared to refine the weapon for Ye Tong.

"Little boy, what are you used to using with swords, since you are specially designed to help you refine weapons, you must practice a sword that is most suitable for you according to your wishes. Meng Chuan said, from Ji Ding

The horns of two thousand-year-old yaks were taken out.

Seeing Meng Chuan's hand dozens of meters long, and full of the coercive horns left by the psychics, Ye Tong was stunned for a while.

Stunned for a while, Ye Tong pointed to the pair of horns with a little trembling and said, "Cousin, you want to use this thing to help me refine my sword? What is this? Although it is just an inanimate object, I can feel a terrifying aura from it." ”

Meng Chuan smiled, and easily threw all the horns of the two thousand-year-old god yaks into the crater, explaining: "This is taken from the thousand-year-old demon, and it can be used to refine the peerless warriors used in the realm of channelers. ”

"I will refine all the evil qi in the horns, so that you can use it at any time, such a pair of horns is enough to train two psychic-level weapons, enough for you to use all the time. ”

"Removed from the psychic level demon?!" Ye Tong swallowed his saliva with a grunt.

She originally thought that Meng Chuan was almost enough to refine a grandmaster-level weapon for herself, but she didn't expect that she still underestimated her cousin's handwriting, and as soon as she made a move, it was a psychic-level weapon.

However, Ye Tong and Meng Chuan have long been acquainted, and this kind of thing will not be seen, stunned to stunned, after coming back to his senses, Ye Tong still obediently took out a drawing from the bag behind him and handed it to Meng Chuan, and said: "Brother, in fact, I already have an idea about the spirit sword I use." ”

"I want a sword like this, can you see if you can refine it?"

Meng Chuan looked at the drawing, there was a design drawing of a sword on this drawing, the drawing was fine, and the annotation was very clear, Meng Chuan sketched the shape of the sword in his mind just by looking at it.

This sword is about three feet five long, which is slightly longer than ordinary spirit swords, but the blade and hilt are also designed to be more slender in order to fit Ye Tong's smaller body.

There are no special bells and whistles on the sword, but some design details are exhaustive, and once refined, it will definitely be a good soldier.

Ye Tong was born with a kendo god body, and the sword she designed was naturally no problem, Meng Chuan nodded and put the drawing away, and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll help you build it according to this design." ”