Sister Yun...... Why, the young man in white in front of him is...... Woman dressed as a man? It's incredible.

The old craftsman tilted his head and remained silent, looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, the meaning of Xiao Wang's words, that messy Raushzi magic weapon, this little girl knows how to get it? And are you sure?

What South Vietnamese jokes? How old is this girl? The old man can't help but understand something, this girl can understand?

Hey, young people nowadays......

No, it doesn't look like a girl at all, so let's wait and see, right? As the saying goes, there are people outside of people, and there are days outside of heaven.

"Sister Yun, if you lack any tools in your hand, tell the master and let him find them." Murong Lan stood beside Yun Xiyao obediently and didn't say anything, she didn't have any consciousness as a king.

Yun Xiyao bowed slightly at the old craftsman, said hello, and looked around left and right, she basically had everything she needed.

"Master, let's tidy up a piece of land for me to work on." Yun Xiyao stepped forward, looked at the messy shelf, and the corners of her mouth twitched, Rao is like this, you can't move other people's things at will, right? "Huh? Oh, good, good ......" The old craftsman came back to his senses, didn't dare to slack off, and quickly cleared out a vacant land for Yun Xiyao to use.

Although he didn't say anything, his old eyes were full of suspicion.

This girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old, do you know what a refining weapon is? If you don't pretend to understand or you are from a refining family, you wouldn't be so calm.

Yun Xiyao casually carried a stool and sat down, put a few parts of the damaged Cloud Sleeve Hundred Refining Lock on the table, found a thin iron bar, wrapped one end with a cloth, and asked the old craftsman to pour a pot of molten liquid, and the tip was submerged in it for burning.

Murong Lan lowered her eyes and was silent, quietly sitting beside Yun Xiyao and watching, extremely well-behaved, holding her chin with both hands, her eyes motionless.

Yun Xiyao waved the hem of her robe, reached down, untied the equipment strap tied to her thigh, and took out all the equipment.

With a wave of his hand, he unfolded and all kinds of delicate tools lined up. There is everything, dazzling, what throwing knives, steel needles...... There are also many hidden weapons that have never been seen before, and they cannot be said to be famous, densely packed and neatly inserted on the rectangular black band.

Murong Lan's eyes couldn't help but pop out, and she was stunned for a while, ahhhhh

"This ...... How is this possible? The old craftsman also exclaimed.

Whose little girl is this, give the old man a dozen, it seems that she has a stunt!

Why does this thing look so weird?

Yun Xiyao lowered her eyes. No matter how big and small they looked, they picked up the round lock of the Cloud Sleeve Hundred Refining Lock with one hand, and with their slender fingers swept across the row of objects, they pulled out a steel needle and rotated it a few times on the invisible nail on the steel bracelet.

Others don't know that Yun Xiyao is an otaku, and when she has nothing to do, she will study these strange things.

Sometimes, when she was developing a new type of weapon in the laboratory, if she encountered a problem and could not break through, she would not hesitate to forget to sleep or eat, and fought continuously for several days and nights, without eating or drinking, until she broke through.

Looking at her appearance now, it is no different from disassembling the bazooka, and a few invisible nails have been taken out.

"Click!" With a crisp sound, the lock opened!

"Huh...... Can this thing really be opened? The old craftsman stepped forward in amazement, and looked at the two locking rings that were split in two, exactly the same, and couldn't help but light up in his eyes: "The old man has never seen such a clever hidden weapon!" ”

You must know that when Xiao Nanyue Wang Xingchong came to look for him, he pondered for a day and a night, but he didn't touch the mechanism and thought it was a dead link.

Yun Xiyao glanced at the corners of her mouth with a faint smile, and did not squeak, this is not a mechanism, but just a few invisible screwbuckles.

The doubts in the old craftsman's heart gradually dissipated, and his opinion of Yun Xiyao completely changed.

A generation of masters, hidden deeply!

Yun Xiyao took the broken steel wire that was as delicate as a hair, took the sharp needle that was burned red by molten iron, made a simple version of electric welding, and slowly connected the broken welds together, like threading needles in the fog, making people dare not look directly.

I saw the young man in white blowing gently while welding.

After some careful processing, there are almost no signs of fracture.

People who do things seriously are the most attractive, it is true, Yun Xiyao is the truest portrayal at this time.

The young man in white has an ordinary face, and it will not attract too much attention when he is stabbed, there is no superfluous expression, his eyebrows are frowning and scattering, his thin lips are lightly pursed, he doesn't say a word from beginning to end, and his gestures exude a stunning charm, which is really accessible to all ages.

The old man and the young in front of him, I can't wait to kneel directly, where did I come from such a demon?

Ten slender fingers shuttle through a pile of parts and tools, forming a beautiful landscape.

In her previous life, Yun Xiyao was a recognized expert, but if she got the treasure in her hands, she could dismantle it casually, and she would soon be able to make an identical thing.

Ahem, but people have gaffes, horses have stumbled, who would have thought that she was playing too high, and accidentally blew herself up to the ground.

On the other hand, it shows how powerful it was at that time, and it was not something that ordinary people could hide.

Murong Lan's eyes lit up, watching the scattered cloud sleeves locked in Yun Xiyao's hands, piece it together little by little, the little guy went from a powerful fan sister to infinite admiration in the blink of an eye, and he was amazed and admired for Yun Xiyao's ability.

"Sister Yun, you are so powerful, I like you so much." Murong Lan, the king of Xiaobeiyi, held his heart in both hands, his eyes were shining, and he completely turned into a little fan, "You teach me, I can repair it myself if it breaks down in the future." ”

It would be great if Sister Yun could teach him how to make secret weapons!

With a crisp click, Yun Xiyao closed the two locks, and the palm-wide jet-black round bracelet reflected the intense color of the surrounding flames.

Yun Xiyao put the thing in the little guy's hand and touched his head, "It's not that my sister doesn't want to teach you, this is a technical job, and you can't learn it overnight." ”

It looks simple and practical, but it is a very high-tech technical job.

"Your Majesty, the old man has been practicing these two brushes for decades, if you want to learn this technique well, it's not as simple as just talking!" The old craftsman said with a smile on the side.

The old craftsman was shocked in his heart, this little girl's method of making hidden weapons can be described as unique, and it is completely different from today's forging skills, excellent design, excellent craftsmanship is perfectly combined.

This...... Girl, by no means an ordinary person!

Especially looking at the exquisite interior design of the Daoyun sleeve hundred refining lock, the old craftsman seems to have opened a new door.

"Huh? Oh......" Murong Lan took the things in her hand and hung her head in frustration.

Yun Xiyao smiled lightly, "If you like it, I can teach you when I have time." ”

"Really! Sister Yun? Ha ha! That's great! Murong Lan held the Cloud Sleeve Hundred Refining Lock in her hand and jumped up excitedly.

This generation...... Although it was a bit messy, Yun Xiyao liked this "younger brother" from the bottom of her heart.

"This, girl, this ......" the old craftsman whispered beside him, and stopped talking.

Yun Xiyao sneered: "Master, if you have anything to say, just say it directly......"