"Aunt Mo", who had just faced Mu Qianchou with a fierce and vicious mother's Yasha expression, heard that the current person had a commission, and immediately stumbled, and Li Daniu, who watched it, did not show a disdain on his face, let alone the fairy who watched the whole scene.

I only heard a soft female voice echo in this hut before the ink demon's stumbling inquiry was completely spoken:

"I've heard that there are people in your town who can make extremely thin steel needles and extremely tough iron wires, but is that okay?"

As soon as Mo Xiaoyou heard this, he knew that what he said must have been a half-finished product made by himself who was accidentally aroused by himself thirty years ago and wanted to test the power of Luan Huo in the smelting of mortal iron.

Facts have proved that the temperature of Luan Huo in the human world is far better than the Dan Huo in the bodies of these immortals, and the steel needles and iron wires have been made without much effort under the calcination of Luan Huo.

Coupled with the power of the turtle system, the process of her condensation will hardly fail.

However, Mo Xiaoyou is also very lazy, and after the success of that experiment, he has never done it again.

As for the semi-finished product, where did she seem to throw it away? I don't know if someone picked it up, and then it was passed on to this person.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xiaoyou had already sorted out the cause and effect, and her lowered eyes blocked her wandering eyes at this time.

The fairy on the other side thought she was reminiscing, and she wasn't impatient—after all, mortal memory was starting to decline at this woman's age, wasn't it?

The human race, for those who seem weaker than themselves, will always be a little more merciful and tolerant.

As soon as Mo Xiaoyou raised his eyes, he saw the eyes full of compassion after the fairy removed the protective shield, but he sneered twice in his heart.

On her face, she still looked terrified, as if she had just remembered, and stumbled:

"Immortal...... Fairy...... But the grease head line and the bristle needle? ”

Hearing these two names come out of her mouth, Li Daniu, who was staring at the fairy's expression tightly, swore that he definitely read a disgusting expression from this elegant fairy's face.

Xu Yao never expected that the two top-notch crafts she had discovered would have such two disgusting names, but she thought to herself that she was not a female cultivator who only looked at appearances, so she didn't throw the two things in the storage bag together in the face of the country woman opposite.

She took a deep breath and nodded as usual, affirming what the ink demon said.

Who knows, when the country woman saw her nodding, she actually wiped her tears on the ground with a snake, and her mouth was like crying and mourning:

"It was a name that the dog left his father to type out by chance, and then his grandmother gave it. This fairy girl, his father was gone a few years ago, and this craft is extinct......"

Hearing her words, Xu Yao also had a look of disappointment on her face, but she was crying at herself like this, and she was indeed a little overwhelmed by what to do.

However, remembering what the senior brothers told her before she went down the mountain, she looked at the woman in front of her who was crying and grabbing the ground, how did she look like a village woman who was scolding money in the mouths of the senior brothers......

She pursed her lips, took out a medium-grade spirit stone, and said with a nonchalant expression:

"If you can make another thirty feet for me...... oil head line, as well as a hundred ...... Pig...... Pig bristle needle, this medium-grade spirit stone, it will be yours. ”

"Medium-grade spirit stones?"