Motoo quickly learned the Chaos Forge.

Yuanwei's obsession with forging tools worries Nie Rong'er. At the age of twelve, she already understood a lot of things, and she knew that the fundamental reason why her grandfather lost his position as the head of the family in the Nie family was that his obsession with forging tools delayed his cultivation. She was afraid that this situation would also happen to Motoo.

Therefore, Nie Rong'er went to Yuanwei more than once, trying to pull him to eat, drink and play in Yanjun City to distract him, but each time he was unsuccessful.

Yuan Wei was deeply immersed in the "Chaos Forging Technique", and he found that this set of exercises seemed to be specially tailored for himself, and he could easily comprehend the essence of it. Moreover, the process of forging the weapon is actually the process of self-cultivation, using oneself as a spiritual weapon to repeatedly forge its form and cultivate the soul!

On this day, Yuanwei successfully forged the back armor of the two broken scorpions into a black spirit shield, which was two feet long and one foot wide, small and delicate like a piece of snake scales, and the dark surface was hidden with gray cloud-shaped patterns, which was very beautiful. And at the moment when the spirit shield was formed, his cultivation also entered the realm of forging veins for eight weeks!

At the moment of breakthrough, the nightmare bone on Yuanwei's knee pulsated again, and the black veins all over his body twisted and twisted on his bones, as if he had been supplied with nutrients, and began to grow wildly, and an indescribable pain hit him like a tide.

Motoo couldn't find the source of this pain, and he couldn't tell where it went. He was like a boat in a stormy sea, lost in pain.

For a moment, Motoo felt that his soul, all his divine consciousness, had left his body and disappeared into nothingness.

At that moment, a tiger roar came from the depths of the soul, and the roar was like a dying struggle, frightened, weak, panicked, and powerless. Even so, the tiger roar woke up the confused Yuanwei.

"I can't die! Sister Bell is still waiting for me!" Motoo yelled at himself, struggling to stay awake.

Yuan Wei still didn't know anything about the nightmare bone, he didn't know what kind of person this black bone was, what kind of immortal cultivator's bones, or what kind of spiritual material.

Spiritual material? Yuanwei's heart moved. He quickly ran the "Chaos Forging Technique" and began to refine the nightmare bones all over his body. Under the refining of the "Chaos Forging Technique", the nightmare bone emitted a black aura that dissipated into Yuanwei's body. However, the nightmare bone was very strong, and a whole month had passed, and the Yuan Tail had only refined the part that had grown out of this breakthrough. And those previous nightmare bones could never be refined. Fortunately, the pain finally stopped, and the mototail was still the original mototail.

A month later, Motoo walked out of the retreat chamber with Lington.

This spirit shield just appeared in front of Mu Wei and the other three, and Nie Rong'er quickly snatched it in advance, "Brother, are you forging this for me on purpose? And I'm the only girl among the four of us!"

Mu Wei and Nie Tianlei couldn't stand her self-inflicted amorous appearance, and couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Nie Rong'er smiled proudly and injected some spiritual power into the spirit shield, and the spirit shield skyrocketed to a zhang long, completely blocking Nie Rong'er's figure behind. The spiritual power on the spirit shield fluctuated, and it had obviously reached the level of a second-grade spirit weapon.

"Good fellow, you've forged a second-grade spirit weapon!" Nie Qi strode from outside the room, his forged wooden staff in his hand. The original dark green wooden staff had black patterns growing on it, which looked a little demonic.

Mu Wei took the wooden staff and was very satisfied after checking it repeatedly.

"I didn't expect Yuanwei to have such comprehension, this spirit shield has surpassed the level of ordinary second-grade spirit weapons. It's just that your cultivation is too low now to forge a higher-grade spirit weapon. By the way, does this spirit shield have a name?" As a forging master, Nie Qi attaches great importance to every spirit weapon, and whenever it comes from his own hand, he has named it.

"It's not named yet, so let's call it the snake scale shield!" Motoo replied, probably because he missed the two seasons of mountain snake girls, and he couldn't help forging it into the shape of snake scales during the forging process.

Nie Rong'er held the snake scale shield in her hand and looked at it over and over again, she liked it very much, which made Nie Tianlei very envious.

"Brother Yuanwei, the weather is sunny today, and everyone's interest is high, why don't we go to Yanjun City together!" Nie Rong'er accepted the spirit shield and proposed.

Nie Qi saw that Yuanwei was outstandingly intelligent, and originally wanted to set up the experience of the forging tool with him, but he couldn't bear to sweep away his granddaughter's interest, and left with a smile.

Yuanwei didn't want to agree, he still had to study the exercises of the forging tool, Nie Rong'er hurriedly made a color, hugged Yuanwei's arm with Nie Tianlei left and right, and dragged him out.

The people of Yanjun City came and went, and there was a peaceful and prosperous situation, and there was no panic and anxiety under the disaster of Haoyang.

Nie Rong'er took Yuanwei to visit the Hall of Elders, the Scripture Pavilion, the County Guard's Mansion, the Alchemy Room, the Martial Arts Arena, the Commercial Port, and the Teleportation Station, and patronized several famous wine shops and teahouses.

Looking at the people coming and going on the street, Yuanwei remembered the life of Yuwang Port, and suddenly he asked Nie Rong'er: "Rong'er, is this Yanjun City called Huazi?"

"It's called Huazi, immortal cultivators are all conceited and arrogant, who wants to be that lowly business!" Nie Rong'er said disdainfully.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that this Yanjun City is full of people, one out of a hundred people loses a spirit stone, and there is an income of hundreds of spirit stones every day!" Yuan Wei couldn't help but sigh, thinking of the various lives in Yuwangbu before, it has been three or four years since he escaped from Yuwangbu, and he still remembers the ten-year appointment with Liu Yao, and he doesn't know what that strong girl looks like now.

"Brother Yuanwei, if you go to be called Hanako, please don't say it's my brother!" Nie Rong'er looked at what he said, and was really worried that he would be called Hanako.

Mu Wei snorted coldly in his nostrils, how similar this scene is, he also threatened Yuanwei like this at the beginning, but Yuanwei still did not hesitate to devote himself to the industry called Hanako.

Fortunately, this is not what it used to be, Motoo is no longer the weak person who can't survive except for reaching out and begging, so he naturally won't do that kind of unearned work anymore.

The four of them talked and laughed and laughed very comfortably on the street. Until a few gorgeously dressed boys stopped their place: "Nie Tianlei, I heard that you said bad things about me behind my back?"

The one who spoke was also an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with a fair face, big round eyes, a tall nose, and a wide mouth, but unfortunately the eyebrows were too light, giving people a strong sense of regret. This person was dressed in gorgeous satin clothes, although he was young, his cultivation was already in the realm of forging veins for seven weeks.

Motoo Haruka thought about himself when he was twelve years old, and he was still an ignorant teenager who was in the company of mountain beasts on the two seasons of mountain. Even now, he has only just stepped into the realm of the Eight Weeks of Forging Veins.

In fact, this is not Yuanwei's self-indulgence, you must know that people like Nie Rong'er, Nie Tianlei and others, who were born in a family of cultivating immortals, have basically been cultivating since birth, and naturally there will be no shortage of guidance from famous teachers, of course, all kinds of elixirs and elixirs and other resources are also available, so it is reasonable to cultivate to such a realm at a young age.

Nie Tianlei was originally a short-tempered man, and besides, the identity of the little prince made him even more fearless: "Isn't this the world's most charming and pretty son, Qiao Sheng, Qiao Gongzi!

Nie Tianlei said that "charming" was actually ridiculing Qiao Sheng for being "without eyebrows".

Qiao Sheng was most taboo for others to make fun of him for not having eyebrows, so he turned his face immediately: "I heard others say that the little prince of the Nie family is ordinary except for his smelly mouth." Today I will give you a chance to prove yourself, and I will go to the martial arts arena to compete, I don't know if the little prince dares to do it?"

"Why don't you dare!, I don't always press you to fight!" Nie Tianlei disdained his arrogance.

The two groups of people surrounded the two of them with great interest and went straight to the Yanjun City martial arts arena. This is just a game of jealousy among the gentlemen of Yanjun City, and such things happen almost every day. Moreover, the martial arts arena is guarded by immortal cultivators with a higher realm, and they will block it before there are casualties, after all, they are all children of a big family, and no one can clean up an accident.

Yanjun City martial arts arena is located in the center of the city on the opposite side of the elders' hall, is a huge circular platform, bluestone slab ground, surrounded by dozens of two-zhang high carved cloud stone pillars, the spiritual power on the stone pillars fluctuate, there is a formation to protect the martial arts field, to ensure that the people of the competition will not hurt the audience outside the field.

Qiao Sheng was the first to jump onto the stone platform, and he took out two eight-sided silver hammers from the Qiankun bag, which seemed to be almost the same as Nie Tianlei's eight-sided golden hammer. Nie Tianlei was not to be outdone, but his originally delicate short-handled eight-sided hammer was transformed into a giant hammer about one zhang long by his input of spiritual power.

The two don't know how many times they've tried before, so they know the roots. Qiao Sheng jumped high in the air, a silver hammer roared with white brilliance, and the other followed behind and slammed on the front hammer, the front hammer carried an irresistible force and smashed towards Nie Tianlei.

Nie Tianlei didn't avoid it at all, he rounded the long hammer and went straight to meet him. The two hammers collided together with an earth-shattering sound, and the two of them retreated more than ten feet with a slump.

"Raised to the realm of Zhou Tian, but that's it! It's still as weak as before! Look at my Wanjun Hammer!" Nie Tianlei sneered and mocked, he swung his long hammer, and a huge golden hammer shadow appeared in the air, following Nie Tianlei's long hammer and smashing towards Qiao Sheng.

Nie Tianlei's Wanjun Hammer has a fixing effect, if it is hit, the spiritual power of the whole body stagnates, and there is almost no resistance for a few breaths. This is the Nie family's famous stunt, Qiao Sheng has long been aware of this, and he has long retreated far away before the hammer shadow falls from the sky.

When Nie Tianlei's hammer shadow dissipated, Qiao Sheng danced the double hammer, spinning rapidly like a top, and the hammer shadow surged towards Nie Tianlei like a tide in all directions.

Nie Tianlei couldn't get close to Qiao Sheng at all, he shouted wildly, and the long hammer slammed into the ground, and the spiritual power fluctuations generated a strong shock wave on the ground, which also surged towards Qiao Sheng layer by layer.

The two spiritual powers collided together, and the roar was like a stormy wave.

In fact, when it comes to cultivating the realm and practicing the law, Nie Tianlei is slightly inferior to Qiao Sheng, but he relies on the weapon in his hand. You must know that Nie Tianlei's grandfather is a forging master, and the eight-edged golden hammer in Nie Tianlei's hand is his work of heart, although it looks like a second-grade spiritual weapon on the surface, but in fact it has the quality of a third-grade spiritual weapon. It was with the extraordinary spiritual weapon in his hand that Nie Tianlei not only did not have the upper hand, but also faintly suppressed Qiao Sheng.