"Poof. ”

Seeing that Yin Li panicked and ran to sit next to the immortal, Qi Wanrou held her mouth and puffed.

The old and the young sat in the same posture with the same expression, Qi Wanrou looked at it, and it was inevitable that there were some conjectures in her heart. She thought, why is Yin Li so funny, sitting next to the immortal, really like a pair of masters? But laughing and laughing, seeing Yin Li's pain, she didn't feel good in her heart. So he walked over, put his arm on Yin Li's shoulder, and slowly exported the cold qi in his body.

Yin Li's cold qi helped, and the heat in his body was relieved.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at Qi Wanrou: "Thank you." ”

Qi Wan said softly: "Take good breath and don't be distracted." ”

After pranayama like this for half an hour, Yin Li completely absorbed the qilin blood.

When Yin Li returned to normal, he released his blood and put a whole basin.

Yin Li felt that the blood on his body was about to run out, but the murderer still did not stop. He hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, hey, the fierce senior, are you forging a knife or killing someone." That's enough, there's no need for a knife to let me blood so much, right?

Fiercely staring at the blood basin, he smiled: "Wait, put a little more." ”

Yin Li hurried along the wound: "Look, the blood is gone, it's useless to rush." ”

The fierce man sighed: "Okay, that's it for now, you can bandage the wound." ”

Casting a weapon and draining all the blood is simply a sin. Yin Li's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and he sat weakly and weakly, he wanted to take medicine to stop the bleeding, but his hands were trembling, and it was not good. Qi Wanrou was a little unbearable, so she came over to help him apply medicine and bandage his wounds. However, the murderer was a little excessive, he scooped a bowl of blood and put it on the table, then took the basin and drank it.

Yin Li hurriedly shouted: "Hey, what are you doing, why are you drinking my blood?"

The fierce grinned bloody: "The casting knife only needs a bowl of blood." ”

Yin Li said angrily: "What are you talking about! Then you let me have a basin of blood!"

"Oh, this blood is the reward you should pay me." Why, didn't the Second Pope tell you, I don't charge gold or silver for helping people forge weapons, I only accept human blood. Oh yes, your blood is delicious, you can rest first, and then squeeze some later. ”

Yin Li said to Wu Yi: "Old man, do you have to trap me to death." ”

Wu Yi laughed dryly, but no, there is only half a life left, and the ferocity is really ruthless. He told the poor not to be greedy, to drink quickly, and to finish his work. The fierce hey hey twice, gurgling and drinking a basin of blood.

At this time, Yin Li's broadsword had reached the melting point and melted into molten iron.

The murderer put some Yuan Magnet Xuantie and poured the bowl of blood into it and stirred.

After a while, the molten iron is poured into the knife, and it is coldly cut and solidified into a knife.

Then take out the knife and take it to the side to forge it repeatedly, and repair and process.

He really deserves to be the number one caster in the world, and he fartized a big knife weighing a thousand pounds. The knife is as wide and thick as Yin Li's body, the back of the knife has blood grooves, and there are double blades on both sides, and the edge of the knife has teeth, like a living creature; the knife surface is engraved with patterns, and the lines are bright red, like a few flowers. He raised his knife, and lightning thundered.

Yin Li was stunned, and secretly exclaimed: "Good knife!"

The murderer tossed the knife to him: "Give it a try." ”

Yin Li was overjoyed, took the knife in his hand, and looked at it carefully. I thought, as soon as this knife came out, lightning flashed and thundered, and it seemed that a basin of blood was released, and it was finally worth the money. But holding it, his smiling face couldn't help but sink: "No, what kind of lines are you! I'm a man, what do you look like if you make a few flowers on my knife, it's really." ”

Fierce smiled: "It's just a mark, don't care." ”

Yin Li threw the knife on the table: "I don't want it, you change it for me." ”

The fierce grinned and smiled: "I can't change it, unless it is smelted and reforged, if it is recast, I have to release your blood, I'm afraid you won't." Besides, every caster has his own mark, and this bad flower is my mark, and if you look for me to cast a knife, you have to leave my mark, this is the rule. Come, take it and try it, keep it easy to use. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the heavy knife and handed it to Yin Li.

Yin Li's cheeks twitched, he took the big knife and slashed it casually.

The sword qi stretched, the flames raged, and the stone building was split in half.

Yin Li, Qi Wanrou, and Wu Yi all looked at the stone building with their mouths wide open.

I only heard a boom, and the stone building collapsed in response.

The fierce stomped his feet and clenched his fists, and shouted: "Oops, my house!"

Yin Li scratched the back of his head: "I'm sorry, your house is not stable." ”

Poor and angry: "You kid scolds the cook when he is full, and he turns his face and doesn't recognize people!"

As the saying goes, the son pays the debt to the father, and the teacher pays the debt. Look at the old man, he has great powers, and drinking his blood can nourish cultivation. I said, old man, the matter of compensation is handed over to you, or you will put a basin of blood on others. Yin Li inserted the knife into his back, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran away. His cultivation was not yet able to tread water and tread waves, so he swam across Xiaojing Lake and sat on the shore to wait.

After a while, Qi Wanrou and the big splash monkey followed, leaning next to him and waiting.

Yin Li asked Qi Wanrou: "The old man hasn't come out yet, has he bled out?"

Qi Wan said softly: "The second pope will not bully others, so he put a bowl." ”

Yin Li clapped his hands and applauded: "Great, I haven't won against him along the way." ”

Qi Wanrou rolled her eyes: "How can anyone be an apprentice like you." ”

Yin Li said with a smile: "It's endless fun to fight with people, not to mention that he has less to me." Take this time as an example, he didn't say anything about the situation in the Blood Bat Cave, he coaxed me in, he pitted me, and he also surrounded you into it. He wanted to tell me the situation inside, and told me to bring the fairy out, but I didn't have a reason not to go. If you want me to say, he is clearly manipulating me. ”

Qi Wanrou sighed: "Hey, that's what I said, he doesn't look like a master." ”

How correct this is, when Wu Yi came out, he looked like no one was fine.

He didn't reproach Yin Li, and even smiled like an old child.

But it's an old kid who holds a grudge. Wu Yi cut a two-million-pound mountain as usual and let Yin Li carry it. Then, when he climbed the mountain, he made a jack drop, and he was stunned to turn two million catties into five million catties. Not only that, Wu Yi also cut a simple wooden box, put the immortal Weng's body in the wooden box, and then let Yin Li carry it.

Yin Li's qi and blood were lost, he couldn't carry it, and he was pressed under the mountain for half a day.

In the evening, accustomed to the weight, he barely walked two miles.

Wu Yi didn't allow him to sleep, sometimes casting spells, sometimes collecting spells, and having a lot of fun.

Qi Wanrou looked at it and wiped her sweat: "Second Pope, it's really not good for you to do this." ”

Wu Yi refused to admit to playing tricks on Yin Li: "You treat him as me, and I am teaching him to cultivate." ”

Qi Wansoft said: "According to his method, when will he go to the border." ”

Wu Yi said: "Don't worry, when your father captures Beijun, he will arrive." ”

When Yin Li under the mountain heard this, he threw the mountain and ran towards Beijun with a bang.