Somewhere at the inner gate of Casting God Island, Hai Yuelan stood in the forest, her dress fluttering, beautiful like a fairy, and the blue birds around her circled around her, naughty like a child. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long time, taking a deep breath, Hai Yuelan turned her head with a little sadness on her face, her eyes were soft like water, and she said softly: "Youlan, I'll leave it to you for tonight's affairs." ”

"Miss, don't worry, I will definitely complete what you have entrusted me with! It's just that he's riding the wind, do you really see him again? ”

Hai Yuelan showed some smiles and said to Youlan: "No, I don't want him to be distracted, next time!" It's just that it's hard for you, if there is any danger, you don't need to hide it, just tell the truth! ”

……

On the wind platform, Yuan Ke controlled the strength of the vitality, calculated the time, and rotated the casting material back and forth in the Xuanhuo.

It's just that the movement in the Xuanhuo seems to be much slower than he expected, and the degree of condensation and combination of various casting materials is far from meeting expectations.

In a trance, a gust of sea breeze blew up from the bottom up, for some reason, a trace of coolness floated in Yuan Ke's heart, and he looked up at the front of him, He Qingping's gaze passed behind him, and it was no longer on him.

Is it true that today, all the work done has been wasted?

Looking aside, on the referee's table, in a jade box in the center, there was a small black and translucent hammer, which looked unremarkable, but Yuan Ke knew that there was a mending hammer, which was the desire of the foundry. But this time, I'm afraid I'm going to miss it.

In the blink of an eye, anxious emotions surrounded Yuan Ke's heart, and the vitality in his hand was a little out of control.

At the moment of crisis, on the left side of the referee's table, the majestic and indifferent voice of the law enforcement disciple was heard, "The countdown begins!" ”

Ten!

Nine!

……

This voice exploded in Yuan Ke's heart, and he suddenly withdrew his emotions, and the three rings above his heart spun suddenly, and in an instant, an inexplicable aura escaped from his body in a hurry.

This, could it be the sword intent of the wind and rain building?

Yuan Ke suddenly understood, the source of the depression in Fang Cai's heart was the sword intent of the Red Dragon Sword of the Wind and Rain Building, and when he was in a trance, the powerful and competitive sword intent took advantage of the weakness to enter, and in the blink of an eye, Yuan Ke became negative.

Listening to the countdown of the law enforcement disciple like a talisman, the corners of his mouth raised, but he laughed. Without stopping, he grabbed all the remaining Xuanhuo talismans on the stone platform and threw them into the Ding Furnace.

Without stopping for a moment, Yuan Ke transported all his vitality and intertwined with the Xuanhuo in the Ding Furnace. Suddenly, above the sea of hearts, the waves were rolling and the tsunami was flooding.

Time seems to stop at this moment!

On the wind platform, like a pebble thrown into the lake, it suddenly stirred up an inexplicable emotion. This emotion is like a ripple, floating out, echoing in the air, echoing in people's hearts.

Although there was no sound, outside the cave, there were more people in the corridors, as if they were all silent, silently looking down, searching for the source of the breath.

Fengyulou's body moved slightly, and he glanced around with his peripheral vision, his face changed, and there was a hint of vigilance.

In front of the referee's table, under the full operation of the vitality, and the Xuanhuo in front of him was magnified several times, in an instant, fine beads of sweat oozed from Yuan Ke's forehead.

And all this has only passed for a few breaths.

The countdown continues.

Six!

Five!

Four!

……

At this time, the breath in the Ding furnace became more and more obvious, swinging like ripples, endlessly. At this time, the feeling was undoubtedly revealed, and everyone deeply felt this inexplicable breath, which came from the Ding furnace in front of Yuan Ke.

Then someone began to exclaim, and the sound of squirming suddenly came.

Suddenly, the casting conference has come to an end!

Three!

Two!

One!

The countdown ends.

Yuan Ke pressed the time, and at the last moment, the flame was extinguished, and after a burst of blue light, a crystal bright, ever-changing hairpin appeared in the palm of Yuan Ke's hand and was displayed in front of everyone.

In the spotlight, all kinds of emotions that had just drifted around were like dragon whales absorbing water, and they were instantly withdrawn, gathered in Yuan Ke's palm, and disappeared.

In an instant, the wind was quiet, and the trees stopped!

A kind of stunned, sad but not sad emotion lingers in the hearts of everyone.

There was no sound, and there was no big movement, and everyone knew that this emotion came from this strange hairpin in Yuan Ke's hand.

At this time, it is silent, but it is better than sound!

Suddenly, He Qing's face was solemn, and he slowly walked towards Yuan Ke.

This is a strange hairpin, countless filaments condensed and entangled from the tail, extending to the head, one by one brilliant filaments separated, softly encircling into a piece, shaped like a feather-like cloud.

The indistinguishable strange light and brilliance seeped out from the surface of the hairpin, intertwined and lingering, endless, and the colors were varied, reflecting the hairpin, just like Yuan Ke's mood at this time, unpredictable and difficult to understand!

In two steps, He Qingping walked in front of Yuan Ke, looked at the hairpin in his hand, raised his head, and said loudly to Chengfengtai: "Seven Grade Xuanqi!" ”

There was an uproar, replacing silence with silence.

"Oh my God, a hairpin, a hairpin?"

"It's incredible, I've never seen Xuan-level jewelry!"

"The seventh-grade Xuan-level hairpin is too extravagant, I don't know which woman can have such a blessing?"

Suddenly, looking at this hairpin, many young girls were full of light in their eyes, fantasizing about wearing its pretty appearance.

"Senior brother, I want that hairpin, you can buy it later, okay?" A sixteen or seventeen girl, handsome, coquettish to a man beside her.

The man frowned, his face suddenly turned red and white, and he sighed: "Little junior sister, the seven-grade Xuanqi, I ...... I can't afford it. ”

Hearing this, the woman turned coquettish, "No matter, if you can't buy it, I'll tell my father, you and I are only afraid to wait a little longer!" ”

Suddenly, the man's expression was helpless, and he looked loveless!

……

As soon as He Qingping said it, the rest of the foundries in the field were all impressed, the seventh-grade Xuanqi was better than the sixth-grade red dragon sword in the previous Fengyulou.

Fengyulou's body trembled, anger and unwillingness surged up, and a strong sense of frustration made him bloodless and stunned on the spot.

What made him even more unrelieved was not the grade of the hairpin, but the inexplicable emotions transmitted from the hairpin, which he had never felt or heard.

But his intuition told him that this emotion was as gentle as water, but it was better than the imposing sword intent in the Red Dragon Sword.

He failed again, twice, and at the hands of the same man.

The law enforcement disciples hurriedly put away all the magic weapons of the rest of the casters on the judge's table.

In the blink of an eye, when he arrived at Yuan Ke's side, seeing his uncertain appearance, he completely handed over the hairpin in his hand, and the law enforcement disciple looked at He Qingping on the side, waiting for instructions.

He Qingping shook his head slightly, and said, "No need, Yuan Ke is already the first name, and if he wants to come to this hairpin, he will not give it to others." ”

The law enforcement disciple bowed and retreated, and He Qingping said to Yuan Ke: "What I said is right? Brat. ”

Nodding, Yuan Ke wanted to speak and stopped.

He Qingping asked, "How do you feel in your heart?" ”

"I can't tell, I'm sad, sad, I'm happy, I'm hesitating, I can't tell." Yuan Ke shook his head one after another, his face blank.

"Before, did you feel the meaning of the sword in the wind and rain building?"

Yuan Ke nodded.

"Then do you think that this hairpin is also 'meaning'?"

After hesitating for a while, Yuan Ke said: "It seems to be, it doesn't seem to be!" ”

Grabbing his beard with his hand, He Qingping laughed, "The son can be taught!" Do you know that for the magic weapon, in addition to the 'meaning', there is also a class of extremely rare, with the birth of the magic weapon, it is different from the 'meaning', there is no clear guidance, it is called 'love'! ”

Yuan Ke was puzzled and muttered, "Love? ”

"Yes, it's not like the sword intent you felt before, because the sword intent is eternal, and when the magic weapon is born, it will be fixed, or killed, or excited, but it will not change, if it is not damaged by external force, it will never disappear. However, 'love' is different, it is like life, it will change, it will grow, and even disappear! ”

"The kid doesn't understand!"

"Hehe, it's too early for you, you should be interested in someone, right?"

"I ......" hesitated for a moment, but Yuan Ke couldn't answer.

Seeing this, He Qingping laughed, "Haha, sure enough, the word love can give birth to such a mysterious hairpin, does it have a name?" ”

This time, Yuan Ke didn't hesitate at all, "It's called Lan!" ”

"Arashi?"

"Hmm!"

"Haha, Arashi? Like clouds and mist, erratic, tangible and intangible, this is your affection for that girl, right? He Qingping laughed and walked to the referee's table.

Leaving Yuan Ke standing still, cautiously, holding the hairpin in his hand, his heart was stirring!