Many coincidences are linked, and with the cleverness of Yue Qimei, she naturally knows that what Ling Yaohe said is true, and its probability has reached almost ninety percent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only such a person will be called a demon by the Shenzhao Tower, comprehend the artistic conception of a variety of blades, and soar from the ninth layer of the samurai to the fourth layer of the martial artist in a short period of time. Come to think of it, who else can reach this step except the heaven-sent martial artists.

Skywalker! It has to be him.

The complex emotions in Yue Qimei's weak eyes were extremely strong, and the detachment from Zi Lihuo made her extremely lost, and the grievances in her heart almost made her cry.

Never since she became famous has she suffered such a big blow. The departure of the heavenly and earthly spirits represents a kind of negation, which is more painful than the negation of the ten hundred god-given gods of war.

At this time, the ownerless purple flame gradually stabilized, and the scorching inner flame that overflowed slowly coiled around Ziyan's body with Wen Yiming's tricks, and the white mist-like outer flame was also withdrawn from the confused purple mist, gradually enveloping the inner flame, and coordinated with Ziyan's purple mist to attach to the periphery of the blade.

Wen Yiming did not relax because of this, although Ziyan's form was accelerating the transformation, it was still far from the form of the gun.

However, his mental power was less than one percent, and he didn't know if he could support it until the last moment, so he could only stabilize his mind and speed up the control of the technique, and keep urging his mental power and mind to accelerate Ziyan's transformation.

Ling Yaohe hesitated for a moment, then turned over his hand and took out a bottle of high-grade superlative rejuvenation potion, and said, "Don't be distracted, Zhang took the medicine orally." ”

Seeing Wen Yiming frowning, as soon as he loosened his teeth and opened his mouth, Ling Yaohe raised his hand and pulled out a milky white and poured it into his mouth.

Before he could finish swallowing, Wen Yiming had already closed his lips and teeth, clenched his teeth and let the potion flow into his body automatically. In less than a second of distraction, he almost lost contact with Ziyan, and his scalp tingled in shock.

However, the effect of this distraction greatly increased his confidence, and the high-grade superlative Rejuvenation Potion Fang seeped into his body as soon as he entered his mouth, turning into a warm and cool power like a clear spring and pouring into his mind, allowing the plummeting spiritual power to temporarily stabilize.

In less than half an hour, Wen Yiming felt that his spiritual power began to decline again, and at this moment, Ziyan had already achieved the form of a gun, although it was still a little rough, but he was very satisfied with being able to shape it to this point.

Compared to the burning stick, at least this rough thing can be seen as a gun.

Despite this, Wen Yiming still did not hesitate to let his spiritual power bottom out, and wantonly played tricks to urge Zi Lihuo to make a final charge, he wanted to put aside the exquisite form and refine Ziyan to the limit, until he couldn't hold on.

Five minutes later, the swirling purple mist began to wrap around the purple flame and converge into the body of the gun, apparently to be out of control and automatically merge.

At this time, Wen Yiming's spiritual power was no longer able to support, but Zhenyuan still had more than enough, and with a great willpower, he was ready to use his last trick with all his might.

For Ziyan, Ling Yaohe didn't know what step he needed to take to be considered successful, seeing that Wen Yiming's spiritual power was lacking again, and at the same time as transmitting the reminder, it was a rejuvenating potion that was drawn out in a line, and Wen Yiming's lips were really filled.

Wen Yiming opened his mouth almost subconsciously, and the moment he opened his mouth, he secretly exclaimed. He was already in a trance, and Zhenyuan was confused in a moment, and his little mind slammed into the hub of the Dragon Devouring Beidou.

The space of the Divine Mansion shook suddenly, causing the last supreme soft technique to be used with all his strength tremble, and when a pale golden light curtain spilled out, Wen Yiming only felt that the seven great points of the Dragon Devouring Beidou shook violently at the same time.

I don't know if it's an illusion or a reality, when Wen Yiming spurted blood from his mouth, a high dragon groan instantly resounded throughout the secret room.

"Whew!"

At the last moment when Wen Yiming fainted, he vaguely saw the pale golden light curtain spilled from the Zhirou hand trick shrouded the entire spear-shaped Ziyan, and in the reflection of the purple mist, it was as dazzling as the purple glow in the east, and a dragon-shaped phantom flashed away in it.

Even though Wen Yiming was dizzy and crooked, there was still a thought in his heart, Ziyan Dragon Spear!

What he didn't know was that after that dragon roar, a dragon chant echoed in the purple glow, carrying a golden sound and trembling, and all the purple mist and purple fire were instantly swept into the body of the spear.

Ling Yaohe's hair trembled, staring at the shattered forge in a daze, it was a forging furnace comparable to a rare alchemy, it was shattered into slag at the last moment.

On the solid ground was a long spear with purple gas, the head of which was more than a foot long, and a sharp aura was exuded from the purple mist; the body of the spear was difficult to grasp, and the whole body of the lilac was as smooth and flawless as if it had come out of the crystal; on it was coiled with the carved embosses of a dark gold dragon, the tail of the dragon went around the end of the spear, and the dragon's head went straight into the neck of the spear, and the roar was like the swallowing mouth of a sword holding the blade of the spear, as if the whole head of the spear was spewing out from the roar of the dragon's mouth.

"Uncle Shi, this... Calculate... What is it?" After a long time, Yue Qimei seemed to have forgotten about Zi Lihuo's departure, and asked in a muttered manner, her eyes full of shock and envy.

Ling Yaohe helped Yue Qimei sit down, took a deep breath, and said, "Artifact! Growing Artifact!"

He knew that the Ziyan Heavy Sword was extraordinary from the first time he saw it, at least an epic weapon. When he started it, he knew that he was wrong, and he vaguely guessed.

In terms of knowledge and eyesight, Ling Yaohe far surpassed Gu Rama, but he had never come into contact with this kind of Heaven and Earth Strange Mine, especially after Zi Yan advanced to the third order, several kinds of Heaven and Earth Strange Ore had already fused to a certain extent, and it was not easy to distinguish the materials in it.

The most important thing is that Ziyan has already recognized the lord and has made contact with Wen Yiming, and a lot of aura is restrained.

Ling Yaohe also felt the heaven and earth aura released by Ziyan in the transformation of Ziyan, which confirmed the conjecture in his heart. But he didn't expect that Wen Yiming's fate would go against the sky to this point.

If you want to say that it is acceptable to obtain an artifact, but an artifact grows with Wen Yiming, even if it is a legendary figure who shines in the history of heaven, there are not enough people who have this opportunity.

Yue Qimei seemed to have been shocked and accustomed to Wen Yiming's endless mysteries, but her eyes became natural, and she sighed: "Skywalker!

Ling Yaohe got up and helped Wen Yiming to the side to lie down, and said: "Seventh sister, don't be depressed, your talent is not below him, it's just a chance, don't take this matter to heart, there is still a spiritual flame in the guild warehouse, when you recuperate, the master will start to prepare it for you." ”

Yue Qimei sucked her sour nose, nodded silently, and did not make a sound.

"Let him rest here, this kid has consumed too much, it's fine!" Ling Yaohe was about to pull Yue Qimei away.

Yue Qimei shook her head, and a wave of anger appeared on her face, "Uncle Shi, I'll rest here, and when this guy wakes up, I'll have to settle accounts with him, my purple fire ...... Woooooo

Ling Yaohe sighed and rubbed Yue Seventh Sister's head, "He didn't expect this to happen, it's because Uncle Shi can't stand you!"

Yue Qimei snorted lightly, shook her head and shook off Ling Yaohe's big hand, and said angrily: "Anyway, I have to let him pay, isn't he a Skywalker, I have to let him know that he owes me a big favor!"

Ling Yaohe shook his head and chuckled, patted Yue Qimei, didn't make a sound, turned around and left the underground secret room, leaving Yue Qimei sitting on the ground alone, looking at the Ziyan Dragon Spear standing proudly in the center of the secret room with an extremely complicated look.