"Magic Bell Girl, fortunately, not to be dishonored!" Ye Changsheng held the magic sword in his hand, smiled brightly, and came to the front of the magic bell.

The magic bell looked at Ye Changsheng with complicated eyes, silent, as if he had forgotten to pick up the sword.

Wu Zhen also looked at Ye Changsheng with complicated eyes, unaware that he had lost his temper.

From Changsheng's bright smile, they saw a sincere heart.

The concentration of immortal sword-casting, the selflessness of sword-casting, the joy of sword-casting, and the pictures are like a clear warm current, which invisibly infiltrates the hearts of the two.

The magic bell and the heartless heart were also softened because of this, and they were deeply moved.

This kind of emotion is a kind of pure identification, and even empathy.

I believe in what I believe in, I love what I love, I defend what I defend, and I give what I give.

How about their practice?

Ye Changsheng and them are actually the same kind of people.

The magic bell fluttered to his feet, bowed his head, and solemnly took the sword with both hands.

The moment she grasped the hilt of the sword, the magic sword trembled lightly, and a demonic thought invisibly entered her body, making her soul tremble as well.

The magic bell was immersed in some kind of mysterious state, and closed his eyes in intoxication.

Today's magic thorn is the real magic thorn.

Wu Zhen got up quietly, staring at the magic bell with a cold gaze, with a little entanglement in his eyes.

It is impossible for him to let go of the magic bell, but if he does it at this moment, will it be a blasphemy against immortality, a blasphemy against immortality?

Just when he was entangled, the magic bell suddenly opened his eyes, smiled at Ye Changsheng, and said softly: "I'm sorry!"

As soon as the words fell, the jade hand of the magic bell was heavily imprinted on Ye Changsheng's chest.

"Bang!"

The wheelchair and Ye Changsheng, who was spurting blood, flew up in a circle, and smashed towards Wuxuan.

The magic bell rose into the sky, smashed the roof of the sword-forging room, and disappeared into the night.

"Magic Bell!" Wu Zhen was furious, grabbed Ye Changsheng, and looked at the big hole in the roof angrily and unwillingly.

Wuzhen is really angry, there is a kind of anger of betrayal.

He never thought that the magic bell would attack Ye Changsheng, which made him angry even more than the magic bell attacking him.

The door of the sword-forging room opened suddenly, and Master Longhai and the two warrior monks walked briskly.

"Stand down!" Wu Xuan turned his head and shouted angrily, his face hideous.

The door was closed again, and Ye Changsheng, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after checking it.

The magic bell shot in a measured manner, shaking Changsheng's internal organs, but not hurting his heart.

He pried open Ye Changsheng's teeth and fed a pill.

Ye Changsheng woke up slowly, saw the Wu Zhen on the other side, and couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Wu Zhen stood in front of the wheelchair and said coldly: "The little monk knows that you did your hands and feet when you threw the copper coin, is it worth it?"

Ye Changsheng said weakly: "I can't let you fight, at least here." ”

Wu Zhen said in a deep voice: "The little monk knows that you care about those innocent people, but have you ever thought that that witch is so despicable, if you don't get rid of it today, she will hurt more innocents?"

Ye Changsheng shook his head: "What you are talking about is the future, what I am talking about is the present, it is reality." Isn't that why you didn't demolish me?"

Wuzhen took a deep breath: "But the little monk regrets it." ”

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, pushed the wheels of the wheelchair hard, and drove towards the furnace.

"Coiling dragon stick hoop, one finger wide, toothed edges, spiral stripes on the inner wall, and golden toad blood coating on the outer wall,"

Ye Changsheng looked at the blazing furnace and said hoarsely, "The repair plan is as follows, welding, mold repair, no mage, is it okay?"

Wu Zhen stared at Ye Changsheng's back, and the disbelief in his eyes slowly subsided, replaced by solemnity.

With a slight swipe of his palm, the broken gold ring on the coiling dragon stick fell on Ye Changsheng's leg.

Ye Changsheng moved towards a workbench, which was full of molds of all sizes, all of which turned out to be sticks.

Changsheng muttered to himself while churning: "Every weapon and even every component, even every texture, every rack, is soaked with the wisdom of the ancients, as well as their perception of the Heavenly Dao. Before we learn to surpass them, the first thing we need to learn is to pay tribute. ”

Ye Changsheng picked up the mold of a stick hoop and swung it proudly towards Wuxuan.

There was no expression on his face, but he knew that his stiff expression was melting.

With the exact same mold and ready-made synthetic metal melt, the repair of the Golden Ring Hoop was much faster.

In a short time, the hoop was repaired.

In addition to this, Changsheng also cast two new ones with molds.

Wu Zhen took the three sticks, sensed it for a moment, and couldn't help but flash with brilliance in his eyes.

Originally, Wu Zhen asked Ye Changsheng to repair the golden ring hoop, in order to deal with the witch and magic bell who fled here, but it was just an expedient measure.

However, Changsheng's restoration process was even more exquisite than he imagined.

In particular, the quality of the two newly cast gold-ringed sticks has surpassed the original ones, and with them, the power of the coiling dragon sticks is even more powerful than before.

Is this the first salute, and then the transcendence?

There is no misunderstanding.

"Thank you......" Wu Yan just opened his mouth and closed his mouth again.

Ye Changsheng, who was in a wheelchair, had already passed out.

Standing silent, his Adam's apple rolled a little, stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair, and walked out with gentle steps.

On the high hill, the magic bell looked at the shadow of Ye Changsheng and Wusheng in the morning light, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Sorry, thank you!

......

In the sky of August, there was a drizzle, and seven days had passed since Ye Changsheng's coma.

The magic bell walked without a trace, without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

However, one day, at the head of Ye Changsheng's bed, there was an extra booklet, which recorded the operation method of the Seven Evil Arrays.

In addition, there was a small box containing more than a dozen blood crystals of fifth-level demon beasts.

The booklet was left by the magic bell, and it had the notes and blood stains of Gao Jinhu, the great boss of Crouching Tiger Village.

The box is left without criticism, and the box has the mark of Crouching Tiger Village.

The magic bell sent him a booklet because he was worried that he would not be able to use the Seven Evil Arrays.

Wu Zhen gave him the demon beast blood crystal because the blood crystal is a commonly used material for forging swords.

The gifts of the two guys, plus the seven Blood Evil Rods in Changsheng's hand, were originally a set, and they just happened to make up another set.

"Childe, get ready. On the dock, Ye Xiangdong stepped forward and said.

Ye Changsheng retracted his thoughts, looked at the more than fifty cargo ships in the surging river, ready to sail, and said loudly: "Set sail!"

"Set sail!" thousands of shipwrights and sailors shouted loudly at the same time, and the Ye family's fleet, laden with goods, began their maiden voyage.

Almost at the same moment, a small boat carrying the skeletal Hong Yuntao anchored in front of another pier.

Taking over the oil-paper umbrella from his daughter's hand, Hong Yuntao was like a down-and-out scribe who was frustrated in the imperial examination, standing solemnly in the wind and rain, looking at the surging river with sorrow.

Suddenly, a dangling red dot in the distance caught his attention, and he couldn't help but look around.

Click!

The handle of the umbrella was pinched to pieces.

The big ship that piloted the wind and waves, the red flag fluttering in the wind.

It reads, a big "leaf"!