Because of Yang Ling's previous request, the process of collecting those black cloths was not difficult.

It's just that compared to Zongtian's practice of leaving a piece for the other party, Yang Ling is like a miserly miser.

Although the scalpel in Yang Ling's hand looked very ordinary, the black cloth that was supposed to be very tough could be cut into a very small piece by it.

"Why are you working so hard, just take it all."

Looking at the piece of cloth the size of a fingernail left by Yang Ling, Zong Tian couldn't help but spit out.

"You don't understand that, do you? As long as this thing is still there, it can at least prove their identity as a cultist. ”

"What if you can prove it? It's not like you're going to lose it if you're not careful. ”

"Have you forgotten what we said earlier?"

"Are you going to avoid being sought revenge?"

Zongtian carefully pinched up a piece of black cloth, although Yang Ling did leave it for them, but this was not so much a bottom line, but a kind of teasing.

"If it weren't too much trouble, I would have planned to keep it a little smaller."

However, Yang Ling's natural appearance also reminded Zongtian of one thing.

"Are you proving that you are indeed the Demon Emperor?"

After all, the smaller the cloth can be torn, the more proof of strength.

"Even if they still don't believe it, this situation is enough for them to discourage their plans to seek revenge."

"Although what you said makes a lot of sense, I still think you're here for this black cloth."

"What is there to deny this? Isn't that what I'm here for? ”

In the face of Yang Ling's straightforward words, which seemed to be shameless, Zong Tian could only continue to work as his coolies, and at this time, he had to rework for those who had torn off too much before.

Although this kind of work is not too difficult, such a large number of people still keep the two of them busy for nearly an hour.

"That should be pretty much it, right?"

The black cloth folded in Yang Ling's hand was already like a quilt, but Zongtian didn't have much concept of such a volume.

"What do you ask me for? How would I know? ”

"Don't you know? If not, who is the one who just made it to the top 100? ”

"Then I think it's about the same."

After all, Zongtian's heart was very chaotic at that time, so he could only give such an ambiguous answer at this time.

"Well, preferably so."

In the face of Zongtian's unintentional words, Yang Ling also stared straight at him. It seems that if it is not successful, such a kicking operation should happen again.

After consuming a whole day, Yang Ling finally let go of Zongtian, and the latter was finally able to prepare for his mission.

Although there is no limit to the soul blades that can be handed in, what the voice said will be evaluated according to the quality of the soul blades, and Zongtian will naturally keep it in mind.

Since he was already in the Divine Sect, Zongtian would naturally carry out this task perfectly, but even if it was him, it would be somewhat difficult to prepare ten high-quality soul blades within a week.

However, after all, there are still these two soul masters in his father's workshop, and it seems that it is time for them to pay some tuition.

It was nearly midnight when he got home, but the lights in the studio seemed to be waiting for him.

"You're here."

Although he hadn't seen him for a long time, Falling Star didn't show much enthusiasm when he saw this son.

It seems that they haven't encountered any bottlenecks at this time, right? And such speculation also made Zongtian smile bitterly.

"Come and see this."

However, there is still something to show off when there is no problem, and something that looks like a stone is also placed in Zongtian's hand.

"Is this, stone?"

From the feeling of starting, Zongtian found that it seemed to be an ordinary stone, but in the face of his doubts, the falling star looked like a snicker.

"Of course this is no ordinary stone, I don't believe you throw him out to see."

Although he was a little puzzled in his heart, his father said so, and Zongtian also threw it away, but it was an ordinary throw, and the stone directly pierced the wall in front of him.

When he was in the soul plane, Yang Ling had reminded Zongtian to control his strength well, but Zongtian's adaptation was unexpectedly smooth.

So in his father's studio, there is no possibility that he can't control his strength, not to mention that the situation just now obviously has a strong sense of disobedience.

The stone that was thrown out of the sky was like a basketball thrown, with a clear trajectory, but when it collided with the wall, the appearance that should have bounced off became a kind of overwhelming bamboo.

"Ahh Who did this!! ”

Although I just wanted to ask what the hell was going on, the fanciful yelling interrupted Zongtian's plan.

"Falling star...... It's a little heaven. ”

Although the roar just asked who it was, there was basically only one person who would do something like that in this studio, but the original question turned into an excitement after all.

"How? This stone is interesting, right? ”

"It's interesting, is it a fusion sword pattern again?"

"Clever!"

"We've found a strange balance between the wind and the earth's sword patterns, and this adds a lot of weight to a weapon without adding weight."

Although such words are like tongue twisters, Zongtian roughly understands the meaning of empty thoughts.

"So what just happened was because of inertia?"

"That's right, but there's something wrong with the sword pattern itself."

"What's the problem?"

"Don't you wonder why the stone only showed its weight when it collided?"

"You're saying it should show the same inertia when it's thrown?"

"But we've figured it out."

At this time, he took out the stone again, and at this time he also threw the stone into the sky.

Although looking at the clear trajectory, there was no reason why Zong Tianwan couldn't catch it, but the scene of smashing the wall just now also made him extremely careful.

It's just that when Zongtian was fully prepared, he almost flashed his waist when he caught the stone.

"Why is it lighter again?"

The stone seemed to have turned into an ordinary stone again, and Zongtian's doubts were even heavier.

"The problem lies in this sword pattern, as long as it comes into contact with the soul energy in the human body, it will naturally activate."

"So the weapon engraved with this sword pattern can only attack some dead objects?"

"Of course, it can also attack ordinary people who don't have soul beasts."

"Your research is rigorous."

Although as far as the discussion at this time is concerned, the fantasy supplement is indeed very rigorous, but when the soul martial arts face ordinary people, there is no need to use such a weapon.