Chapter 117: The sad Xiao Nai

Seeing that Princess Lingyue also came to compete for her own training, and also fought with a woman, Master Lang couldn't help but laugh. I thought to myself: "After all, you are a little child, what kind of supervisor? Cut, that's the emperor coaxing you to play, and you still take it seriously!"

Suddenly, Master Lang in the iron striking felt a little struggling, but he saw that the fire on the sword tire had receded, "Quench!" he shouted.

The big iron man stepped forward, and the iron hand grabbed the sword tire, and walked to the sink over there, and with a "stab" sound, he stretched into the sink.

Another puff of steam.

Taking advantage of this leisure, Master Lang held a sledgehammer and looked at the second daughter with interest.

Suddenly, "Whew!" A sword light slashed towards him, it was the afterglow of Leng Qingyun's blade, but it was also extremely sharp.

Although Leng Qingyun is a girl, she is born with great strength, and she has the help of blood pupils and treasure beasts in her body, and every time she slashes out, it is a sword light, the sword wind is gusting, and the sword shadow is heavy.

Master Lang swung his hammer and gently lifted it outward, blocking the light of the sword.

"Wow!"

There was another loud bang, and it turned out to be a wave of water. The waves are like tides, the peaks of the waves are like mountains, and fist-sized ice blocks can be seen hitting each other in the waves.

Although Master Lang was not afraid, he was a high-level refiner, so he naturally refused to let the water waves attack him, even a little bit of it would be a shame for him, so he shouted softly, "Go over there and fight, don't disturb the master's sword making!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed, far away.

"This girl must kill you today!"

"Grandma can't do it if you have to split it!"

Two coquettish reprimands also came, and the two petite figures flashed, and they came to the vicinity of Master Lang's anvil, and the swords slammed into each other, making a sonorous sound.

Since these two daughters have already made a fire, let alone Master Lang, even the scolding of the Heavenly King Lao Tzu will not work at all!

Master Lang was helpless, so he had no choice but to shake his head.

"Bring water, boy. He shouted at the girl, and after a long day of forging, sweating like rain, he was a little thirsty.

In fact, the craftsman at his level, if it is not necessary, rarely uses the hammer to forge by himself. In general, it is either done by a puppet or by an apprentice.

It's rare to see something like this today.

It is also to build a refining army, and the minimum is to need three hundred or twenty-one quenching and tempering, even if Master Lang is advanced in cultivation and skilled in technique, it is a little unbearable.

The girl answered and brought a water bladder.

Master Lang took the water bladder and looked up to "goo dong goo dong" for a donkey drink.

"Kill!"

The two women crossed the anvil in an instant, swords and spears at each other, and rushed towards the furnace again.

In an instant, you passed by the Great Iron Man.

"Beautiful!"

"Wonderful!"

"Eye-catching!"

In the audience, people shouted again, the crowd was excited, watching the two women fight, it seemed to be much more interesting than watching Master Lang strike iron.

But just when people were inadvertently, Ling'er, who was the first to pass by the big iron man, winked at Leng Qingyun, holding a sword in one hand, while a bright blood drop appeared on the palm of the other hand.

The blood droplet was very small, that is, the size of a soybean grain, and it was extremely red, like a blood diamond. As soon as Ling'er's clenched palm was released, a palpitating powerful coercion emanated from it.

Fortunately, although the coercion was great, one was already very close to the "cupola" at this time, far away from everyone, and the two women were in a fierce battle, and no one paid attention.

As soon as Ling'er's palm was released, he clenched it again, so that it did not attract the attention of Master Lang over there.

"Whew!"

At the moment when Ling'er's palm was released, Leng Qingyun's sword light slashed down again, and the body of the Blood Pupil Multi-Treasure Beast also skyrocketed at the same time, the size of two buffaloes.

The sword light instantly enveloped Ling'er's figure, and the huge multi-treasure beast was also horizontal, blocking Ling'er's petite figure.

In a moment, the sword light passed, the multi-treasure beast flashed, and Ling'er's figure was revealed again.

She rushed to the side, and winked at Leng Qingyun inadvertently again, "Don't fight, this girl is tired!"

After speaking, his figure flashed, he left the battlefield and came to his seat near him, "Go aside!" picked up Yang Peng and threw him out.

But at the same time as throwing it, a voice drilled into Yang Peng's ears, "It's okay!"

"Hmph, I'll cut you next time!" Over there, Leng Qingyun also said matter-of-factly.

Yang Peng stood quietly at one end of the platform, watching the big iron man stretch the long sword tire to the fire outlet above the "cupola cannon" and temper it; watched it take off the sword tire and put it on top of the anvil; and finally watched Master Lang pick up the sledgehammer and start forging again.

"Hehe!" A strange smile appeared on Yang Peng's face: "Rao is you old thing is as cunning as a fox, I never thought that this son would start at this time!"

The battle between the two daughters was naturally arranged by Yang Peng.

The small blood drop like a blood diamond in Ling'er's hand was naturally given to Yang Peng by the instrument in the pendant, and I don't know when it arrived in Ling'er's hands.

That drop of blood was a drop of ancient beast blood essence, and there was a trace of Yang Peng's soul thought hidden in it.

Soul soldiers, soul soldiers, without souls, they can't be called soul soldiers.

But now that Master Lang is making the sword, even if he knows that refining it with the blood of the Ancient Beast can improve the level of the main array weapon, then he will not do it.

Not to mention injecting the soul of the sword fetus.

What to do?

He definitely can't do it in person, Yang Peng thought of Ling'er.

On the shore of Huanshui and in the pile of rocks, Yang Peng was trapped by the killer in the Red Thunder Sword Pill Array. At that time, both Qiwen and Ling'er could see what kind of material the big sword was made of.

At that time, Yang Peng also asked Ling'er how he saw it, but Ling'er playfully didn't tell him.

But he also knew because of this that Ling'er practiced techniques such as the "Bone Penetration" mentioned by Youweng!

What he needed now was for Ling'er to punch the Ancient Beast Blood Essence that hid a wisp of his soul into the eye of the sword fetus that Master Lang was forging!

The blood diamond-like blood essence of the Ancient Beast was naturally much purer than the three drops of the blood of the Ancient Beast that the Instrument Weng gave to Yang Peng, but it was condensed by the Instrument Weng with five drops of the blood of the Ancient Beast.

It's blood!

But after all, the blood essence does not have a spiritual intelligence, not a soul, which requires Yang Peng to inject a trace of his soul thoughts into it to replace the soul.

If this is to punch that blood essence into the eye of the sword fetus, the formation weapon will definitely be able to raise it to a level!

Then Yang Peng is the master of Wenshenglang!

Of course, this is also about timing.

It's early, the eye has not yet formed, and if it's late, there is no chance. And after the twentieth quenching and tempering, and before the twenty-first forging, it is the best time!

So when Yang Peng saw Leng Qingyun coming to power, he asked Ling'er to appear and provoke a dispute with Leng Qingyun.

At first, Leng Qingyun really thought that Ling'er was deliberately coming to trouble her, and she was very angry, so the two girls did it directly.

But when a body passed by, Ling'er whispered: "Cooperate with me, I have something big to do." ”

Although Leng Qingyun has a bit of a violent temper, he is also Bingxue smart, and he immediately understands why the good Ling'er would grab a sledgehammer with her.

So the cooperation of the two daughters actually deceived everyone.

As for the big iron man, he was a brainless puppet, and even if he saw Ling'er do something to the sword fetus in his hand, it would not have any reaction.

As for where the eye was, the machine had already told Yang Peng, and Yang Peng told Ling'er again. With Ling'er's eyesight to practice that special technique, it is natural to be able to find it.

"Fight with me, you're not close!"

Yang Peng glanced at Master Lang, who was still sweating like rain, and didn't know that he had fallen into his hub, and pouted, "This son made you die without even knowing how you died!"

After saying it secretly in his heart, he turned his gaze to Leng Qingyun, who was holding a sledgehammer and preparing to smash it.

At this time, Leng Qingyun was also looking at Yang Peng with a sledgehammer in his hand, and saw her smile quite mysteriously, the blood-pupiled multi-treasure beast on the hammer head roared, and the sledgehammer fell, "Click!" A hammer smashed the test hammer ingot down by as much as two and a half blocks!

"Congratulations girl, you smashed two and a half squares with a hammer, and you are currently the first. The girl stepped forward and said to Leng Qingyun a little flatteringly.

"Hehe, little meaning!" Leng Qingyun didn't say anything else, just dodged off the stage and came to the building car again.

"Xiao Nai, you go, that high-level refiner, you must get it for me!" Over there, Chu Shaotian, the Great Elder of the Tianlu Sect who was sitting next to Xiao Zhen Mountain, shouted Xiao Nai, but his gaze at Xiao Nai showed obvious disgust.

It's no wonder that Chu Shaotian brought two disciples, Xiao Nai and Black Charcoal Boy, to Bow City, one of the purposes was to ask Master Lang for advice on the suppression method of the fierce soldier, the Blood Rainbow Sword Fierce Spirit.

But he couldn't withstand the soft grinding and hard bubbles of Xiao Nai, Xiao Zhenshan's father and son, and lent the murderous soldier to Xiao Nai.

Unexpectedly, it was ruined by Yang Peng.

Moreover, the black charcoal boy was seriously injured, and Xiao Nai even lost his inner spirit refining.

A mid-level cultivator who has not refined the spirit, even if he is immortal, he doesn't want to improve his cultivation anymore.

Chu Shaotian naturally would no longer be polite to Xiao Nai, who was already equivalent to a waste, and even looked at him with contempt and disgust in his eyes.

"I'm looking for my spirit refiner. Xiao Nai came to Chu Shaotian's side, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Peng.

From the beginning, Yang Peng stood on top of the building car, and Xiao Nai's eyes never left Yang Peng. When Yang Peng also stepped on the platform, even if he was slapped away by the king artifact master, his eyes never left Yang Peng.

The refining spirit is something in his body, and in the dark, it has an inseparable inductive connection with him. Although the spirit refining is now in the secret weapon palace on Yang Peng's body, the two belong to different spaces, Xiao Nai can still feel that his spirit refining is not dead.

That spirit refining is on Yang Peng's body.

The closer that feeling is to Yang Peng, the stronger it is.

It's just that Yang Peng hid it, and he can't tell clearly.

"Bastard!"

Xiao Zhenshan scolded lightly, "Don't you even listen to the words of the master?" Go, smash the iron ingot for me!" He also saw Chu Qitian's change of attitude, and he also wanted to maintain and repair the relationship between the two sides as much as possible.