"That..."

The matter has been finalized, Song Ge still wanted to say words of thanks, but when he thought that everyone owed so much, he had to ink for a while, and he heard a voice before he turned around and took a step.

Song Ge looked at Jia Bing and found that the expression on his face was also uncertain and changing.

"If you have something to say, just say it!" Song Ge is most unaccustomed to seeing a big man grinding and chirping like this.

"Every caster hopes that the soldiers they cast will be famous for a hundred generations, and everyone will recognize them, and the soldiers in their hands hope that the soldiers in their hands will be the first in the world, and the soldiers will surrender and be called the emperor of the soldiers," Jia Bing always looked at Song Ge's expression change, and saw that she nodded in agreement before continuing: "Of course, the younger generation also hopes that the weapons they cast can be remembered for centuries and can be called the emperor of the soldiers." For a long time, everyone is proud to have the weapons cast by my Jia family, but I don't know that the Jia family has never cast a weapon that satisfies me, and there has never been a weapon that can really be called the emperor of the soldiers, and Jia Bing is not worthy of being called a master, and he is ashamed of his ancestors..."

What about the ink blotting teasing me for a long time just now? Anyway, I am also a senior, and I feel sorry for you if I don't put a stinky face on you, the ancestors of your Jia family, Song Ge did what he said, his face was gloomy, and he said, "So you want me to ask another Gao Ming?"

Ying Wuxing on the side thought the same as Song Ge, and thought that Jia Bing didn't want to cast soldiers for Song Ge, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really wanted to cast Fang Tian's halberd, and when Song Ge couldn't close the weapon, it would be exposed.

Ying Wuxing saw Song Ge's ugly face, and hurriedly stood up to say good things for Jia Bing, and said: "Senior sister, this is your mistake, business is not benevolent and righteous, you don't have everyone's demeanor like this..."

"No, no, Sect Master Ying and his predecessors have misunderstood," before Ying Wuxing finished speaking, Jia Bing waved his hand again and again, and said anxiously: "It's not that I don't want to cast soldiers for my predecessors, but I want to cast a peerless good soldier for my predecessors..."

"But," Song Ge didn't have the anger to take it for him, and said, "You don't have this ability yet, is that what you mean?"

"Senior sister, don't be embarrassed for Master Jia," Jia Bing didn't cast soldiers for Song Ge, he should have to thank his eighteenth generation ancestors for everything, and he was busy talking to the side, saying: "It's not too late to wait for Master Jia to have the ability to cast again one day." ”

Jia Bing found that Ying Wuxing was a-stirring stick, he was the one who asked for soldiers, and now he was the one who wanted to stir up yellow, so he looked at Ying Wuxing with resentment and said, "Sect Master Ying, can you not speak first?"

Belch...

Ying Wuxing was very confused, and he looked like he didn't have me to help your junior sister feed you to the gourd, and he gave Jia Bing a look.

"Ying Wuxing, you shut up, close your eyes, close your face!" Song Ge glared at Ying Wuxing, can't the big and small kings tell the difference?

Shut your face? You should squint your eyes and wonder how to close your face.

Ying Wuxing had already shut up, Song Ge looked at Jia Bing and said, "Just say it, don't beat around the bush." ”

"The domineering character of the seniors is very consistent with the weapon that the younger generation wants to cast, and it is simply perfect. Jia Bing first slapped a sycophant.

Song Ge can be regarded as serving this Jia Bing, and his character is really not something that can be broken in a sentence or two.

Seeing that Song Ge was impatient, Jia Bing hurriedly said: "Fang Tian's halberd must be cast for the seniors, before I was worried that the seniors might have an accident when I was closing the device, but now I have completely dispelled my doubts..."

"Say it directly, but" Song Ge wants to scold Jia Bing, can you not ink?

Jia Bing said embarrassedly: "But there is one thing missing, but this kind of thing Fengyun Sect just has." ”

Song Ge and Jia Bing looked at Ying Wuxing together.

should be as good as a stream, and he didn't have the courage to say to Jia Bing: "Master Jia, look at your ink, what do you need?" ”

"The blood of the ancient beast!"

Ying Wuxing glared at Jia Bing, his voice was raised a degree, and said, "What do you want that thing for?"

Just casting the Fang Tian Painting Halberd Ying Wuxing already felt that it was difficult to succeed in closing the weapon, and now he had to add poor blood, almost cutting off the back road, could it be that Jia Bing was tempting?

Ying Wuxing was worried that Song Ge's future cultivation and identity would be recognized, but Song Ge really didn't understand, and looked at Jia Bing suspiciously.

Jia Bing saw that the two were puzzled, and waved his hand at Song Ge to explain: "The younger generation is not greedy for ink and poor blood, the younger generation wants to cast a peerless good soldier for the senior..."

Song Ge looked at the sky, and this Jia Bing began to ink again.

"Seniors, don't believe it, just the materials for casting soldiers are already all the accumulation of the Jia family for so many years, because the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that is cast may be particularly domineering and fierce, so you have to make it clear to your seniors first..."

Song Ge really thought, isn't the weapon just for people, and if no one uses it, it's scrap iron, and it's fierce?

"The seniors don't think that the juniors are asking for a price," Jia Bing said arrogantly: "This time, there is no money or material for the seniors, and the Jia family will also provide all the materials except for the poor blood." ”

Ying Wuxing had a bad premonition, and his heart was sudden, and he said: "Master Jia, you don't mean to say that it is a material for forging soldiers..."

"You've seen it all at Sect Master Ying," Jia Bing mentioned the materials for forging soldiers, and said: "The strange iron that no one has dared to use, as well as Chaos Blood, Gluttonous Blood, Han Blood, plus the poor and strange blood provided by Sect Master Ying, the main materials are these five things, and the rest of the materials are not worth mentioning." ”

Hiss...

Ying Wuxing took a breath secretly, the blood of the four fierce beasts of the ancient times was all gathered, isn't this soldier as fierce.

He had seen that strange piece of iron, it was very domineering, and he felt panicked when he looked at it from a distance, that thing should not appear in this world at all.

With such five kinds of Fang Tian painting halberd, even if Song Ge is really inviolable, he may not be able to succeed in combining the weapon, this Jia Bing looks stupid, he won't have seen through Song Ge's identity.

Ying Wuxing's eyes are erratic, whether he sees through it or not, this poor blood has been decided, and if he sees through it, it is a hush money, and if he doesn't see through it, he won't take it out, but it will cause suspicion.

"Senior, the weapons cast in this way can be satisfied" Jia Bing looked at Song Ge flatteringly, thinking that using these five things to cast soldiers was still the inspiration brought to him by Song Ge's domineering character, he had a hunch that the weapons cast by these five things could really last for centuries, and he could be called the emperor of the soldiers, and he couldn't wait to go back to cast soldiers, just waiting for Song Ge to make a decision.

Song Ge groaned, wouldn't it be bad to add a bunch of messy blood to the weapon, and wouldn't it affect the quality of the weapon?

If Ying Wuxing knew Song Ge's thoughts, he would be angry, the casting tool is free, and Jia Bing has already bled the book, so he took out the family background for casting a peerless weapon.

It's the blood of an ancient beast, and a single drop of it can cause great turmoil in the world.

"That's it, make do with it!" Song Ge reluctantly agreed.

The corners of Jia Bing and Ying Wuxing's mouths twitched, of course Jia Bing felt that his predecessors were really different, this could only be improvised, Ying Wuxing was strangled Song Ge's heart, that thing was improvised, and it was very difficult to get close to it.

"In this case, I still bother the sect master Ying to get the poor blood" Jia Bing looked at Ying Wuxing.

Ying Wuxing still wanted to delay the time, and think of a way, can he stir up the Huang this time, and said: "Master Jia is in a hurry, it's not too late to take it after watching the ceremony." ”

"What's so good about the selection of disciples," Jia Bing was very excited, and said, "I am tired of taking the poor blood from the sect master first." ”

Ying Wuxing talked about him left and right, procrastinating, but Jia Bing turned over and over that sentence, which was to let Ying Wuxing take the blood of the poor.

There should be no helplessness, resigned to fate, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, and can only be taken from the blood of the poor.

Jia Bing got the poor blood and Song Ge to say goodbye, and he didn't look at it anymore, and left very excitedly.

Looking at Jia Bing's departure from the already empty position, Ying Wuxing felt bitter in his heart, not knowing whether this weapon was a blessing or a curse.

Any of the five main materials of the casting soldier can already be called a fierce soldier in the weapon, a good soldier who is rare to see in a hundred years, and now five kinds of casting a weapon, should not dare to imagine what kind of weapon it will be.