That night, Monsoon Yan called all the guards in the house to "cultivate" as usual, and after a while, he heard a steady footsteps.

The guards sitting in the courtyard quietly opened their eyes and saw a tall and powerful man walking into the courtyard.

It was Yang Jian and the Roaring Sky Dog.

Everyone had known some clues from Ling He's mouth before, so they couldn't help but be a little curious about this moving puppet, but when they really saw it, they were surprised one by one, except for the texture of the wood, Yang Jian looked no different from a normal person from top to bottom.

I didn't expect that their young lady still has such a magical skill!

Ji Fengyan raised his eyes, looked at Yang Jian, who was fully loaded, stood up with a smile, dropped a sentence of "free activity", and called Yang Jian and the Roaring Sky Dog to enter together, and the warehouse where the original stone was hoarded before.

The rough stones in the storehouse had been blown away by the monsoon smoke, and now they were empty.

Yang Jian unloaded the huge basket on his shoulder, and there was a muffled sound. The basket fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The huge basket is stuffed with all kinds of rare ores, which are full of them, and they are dazzling to sweep at a glance.

Monsoon smoke was poured into Yang Jian's chest with his own blood, and even the ability to distinguish the aura of ore was also passed on to Yang Jian, so in the selection of ores, Yang Jian completely adhered to the needs of monsoon smoke.

Monsoon smoke swept around and was very satisfied, this basket of rare ore was more than she had gone to the store to pull back.

After picking a few ores to be cultivated tonight, Ji Fengyan looked down at the roaring dog who was sitting with his eyes open, sticking out his tongue, looking at those blue eyes, Ji Fengyan smiled and took out a moment of dark red pill and threw it away, and the roaring dog jumped up and opened his mouth to catch it!

A small pill entered the abdomen, and the roaring dog lay on the ground with great satisfaction, rubbing his belly with his two front paws.

Seeing Yang Jian, who was serious on the side, a thought flashed in Ji Fengyan's heart, she took some rare ores that had absorbed the aura from another warehouse, and ran to find Ling He, saying that she wanted to create a special weapon.

Ling He was already a little numb to his own young lady's strange thoughts, and he called one of the guards over.

"This kid's family is iron-making, before joining the army, he has been following his father to make iron, although it is not as good as a real blacksmith, but it is not bad, if the young lady has any needs, just talk to him." Ling He said.

The guard who was led to Monsoon Smoke was a lean young man, who was one size smaller than most of the guards, and when he saw Monsoon Smoke, he was also very serious, standing solemnly.

"Subordinate Zuonuo, listen to Miss Hou's orders." Zono stands straight.

"Since it's your own person, it's more convenient, come." As he spoke, Ji Fengyan took out the drawings he had drawn today from his arms and stuffed them into Zuonuo's hand.

Zuo Nuo took the drawing and looked at it, and was a little dumbfounded for a moment, the weapon was extremely long, similar to a knight's spear, but the end was a three-pronged knife shape, and there were blades on both sides of the blade, he had never seen such a weapon.

"Miss, this is?" Zuo Nuo was a little dazed for a while.

"This is called a three-pointed two-edged knife, you can build it according to this map, use the best ore, and go to the warehouse to pick whatever you need." Monsoon smoke is heroic.