Ever since Wang Yan left the Flame Hell and returned to Siqin Peak, Wang Yan has been staying in his palace and has never come out.

It's just that, occasionally, people can hear the sound of flame-rising explosions coming from the giant tree array.

Seven days later.

In front of the Golden Palace, Wang Yan stood there, smiling bitterly.

Beside him, the hill of hundreds of Flame Jiao's corpses was already a small part left.

However, at Wang Yan's feet, there was a large part of the charred black things scattered around.

And in Wang Yan's hand, he was holding a small drum.

The surface of this small drum is covered with hideous patterns, and at first glance it is wrapped in the skin of the Jiao, and the body of the drum is white, which should be made of the bones of the Flame Jiao.

Looking at this small drum, Wang Yan shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "After calcining the corpses of hundreds of Flame Jiao, only such a drum was refined in the end. It seems that refining magic weapons also requires practice to make perfect. It's just that fortunately, this is the first time to refine, and when you wait until the next time, the success rate should be a little higher. ”

After speaking, Wang Yan included this small drum in the starlight ring.

At this time, on both sides of Wang Yan, squatting and sitting on Xiao Shui and Xiao Mars.

I saw that both of them were panting, looking extremely wolf-like.

I saw Xiao Mars and said: "Master, you made me vomit the fire for seven days, and finally burned such a small drum?" ”

I heard Xiao Shui on the side say: "It was you who scorched the corpses of more than three hundred Flame Jiao, otherwise how could you only refine such a small drum." ”

Xiao Mars said aggrievedly: "It has nothing to do with me, it's because you spit water too quickly, and you sprayed water to cool it before it was completely refined, so it's no wonder that it doesn't burn." ”

"You are so charred that you blame me." Xiao Shui shouted.

"That's you." Little Mars said.

"It's you, it's you."

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It turns out that refining magic weapons is like forging knives and guns, which need to be refined with fire and cooled with water, and Wang Yan used Xiao Mars and Xiao Shui to assist himself in refining, although he only refined a small drum, but this small drum was repeatedly tempered by the strange fire of heaven and earth and the strange water of heaven and earth, and it was not an ordinary magic weapon.

Although the corpses of three hundred Flame Jiao were wasted, Wang Yan finally entered the threshold from a layman refining magic weapons.

If outsiders knew about it, Wang Yan would actually use three hundred corpses of Flame Jiao to practice his hands, but I am afraid that everyone will regret it.

These 300 Flame Jiao are more than 10,000 credits.

Wang Yan stretched out in satisfaction and took a breath of fresh air.

In the past seven days, Wang Yan has devoted all his body and mind to refining magic weapons, so he has no idea what is happening outside.

Just as Wang Yan had just glanced around, his face suddenly changed, and then his body shook, and he immediately rushed out of the giant tree array.

Outside the Giant Tree Array, Liu Hua was sitting outside the array, and suddenly saw the Giant Tree Array open, Wang Yan rushed out, Liu Hua jumped up from the ground at once, and shouted: "Chief Senior Brother, wait a minute, I have something to tell you." ”

However, Wang Yan didn't stop at all, and flew directly down the mountain.

Seeing this, Liu Huachu suddenly shouted: "Chief Senior Brother, don't go, Elder Siqin just arranged for me to guard you here, don't make trouble." ”

However, before Liu Hua could finish speaking, Wang Yan had already rushed halfway up the mountain.

Seeing this, Liu Hua could only hurriedly follow.

At this time, at the residence of Elder Si Qin next to him, Si Qin couldn't help but sigh when he saw Wang Yan leaving, and said in his heart: Sure enough, how can Wang Yan tolerate this grain of sand in his eyes. It's just that this matter is definitely not human, and Wang Yan is probably aggrieved. It's okay to let him fall once, and it will also make him mature as much as possible.

At this moment, I saw that at the entrance of Siqin Peak, hundreds of people were standing, and these hundreds of people blocked the entrance to Siqin Peak.

The leader of these hundreds of people was the middle-aged man with a pinch of black hair on his chin who had always been at odds with Wang Yan.

And on the opposite side of everyone, standing was He Wanrui.

Seeing He Wanrui at this time, most of the injuries on his body had recovered, but the scabs on his face, neck and other exposed skin were all left after being burned.

Some of the scabs have fallen off, but they have a reddish hue that is completely different from the skin.

He Wanrui used to have a good face, but at this time, it looked ugly and terrifying.

Although He Wanrui draped down his long hair and covered his entire face, under the long hair, after all, he could still vaguely reveal a trace of ugliness.

At this time, I heard He Wanrui say in a pleading voice: "Please, I want to see the chief senior brother." ”

A middle-aged man with black hair said coldly: "What are you an outcast who was driven away by Zhao Feng to come to our Siqin Peak for?" Needless to say, with the chief senior brother, even Siqin Feng will not let you set foot on a single step.

"If the Chief Senior Brother refuses to see me, as long as he says something to me personally, I will leave immediately." He Wanrui said as if he had exhausted the last strength in his chest.

"Haha, you've been here for four days, and it can be seen that Wang Yan has come out. Let's go, you are Zhao Feng's outcast, no one dares to see you, even Wang Yan doesn't have the guts. And, if I'm an ugly bastard like you, I'm going to kill myself. It's not your fault that you're ugly, it's not right to come out scary. A middle-aged man with black hair laughed wildly.

Hearing this, He Wanrui's head lowered deeply, and under her long black hair, He Wanrui's tears were already all over her face, and she shook her head while muttering, "I don't believe it, I don't believe that the chief senior brother doesn't dare to see me." ”

A middle-aged man with a pinch of black hair sneered and said, "Do you think he dares to provoke Zhao Feng?" Hahaha, he was just as afraid that Zhao Feng would be scared to death. ”

He Wanrui shook her head in despair, and immediately cried bitterly.

After returning to Zhao Feng that day, everyone attributed Zhao Hanli's death to her, Zhao Liangdong was unhappy, and he was even more angry with He Wanrui, and immediately ordered He Wanrui to be driven out of Zhao Feng.

The He family, where He Wanrui is located, is just an ordinary family, and has always been attached to the Zhao family, and now when they see Zhao Liangdong, they are angry, and the He family does not dare to take He Wanrui in at all.

Therefore, He Wanrui suddenly had nowhere to go, and in desperation, he had no choice but to come to Wang Yan.

Who knows, she couldn't even climb Siqin at all, and was directly blocked by a middle-aged man with black hair leading people under the peak.

He Wanrui stayed at the foot of Siqin Peak for four days, no matter how loud she called, Wang Yan did not show up, she wanted to go up the mountain to find Wang Yan, but was stopped by a middle-aged man with black hair.

No matter how much she begged for a handful of middle-aged men with black hair, she didn't let her go up the mountain at all.

Seeing that the world was big and there was no place for her to stand, He Wanrui finally collapsed completely, she cried and said, "No one wants me anymore, I ...... What is the meaning of my life? ”

Speaking of this, as soon as He Wanrui raised his hand, a short sword appeared in his hand, and then he raised his hand and stabbed it towards his chest.

He Wanrui came to find Wang Yan, but Wang Yan didn't dare to come forward to make He Wanrui commit suicide, which was Wang Yan indirectly forcing He Wanrui to death.

I'm afraid that in the future, Wang Yan will no longer have the face to meet people in Mozi Academy.

This is also the gaze of a handful of black-haired middle-aged men.

Therefore, seeing this, a middle-aged man with a pinch of black hair couldn't help but laugh coldly

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