Falling asleep again, Wang Ye once again entered the oil painting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The scene near info had become familiar, and this time, he found himself standing in a magnificent arena.

"Drink!"

On the martial arts field, he slashed horizontally with a big knife in his hand, and instantly knocked down a stone pillar with a diameter of more than three meters.

"Good!"

A group of guards cheered nearby.

"Your Royal Highness, this is a divine weapon that the craftsman group used the best condensation technology to build for 7 days and 7 nights, not to mention sharpening iron like mud, even if it is sharpening steel like mud, it is not bragging. An old minister stood beside him and greeted him.

Wang Ye looked at the big knife in his hand and shook his head in disappointment.

"Brother, this is the 712th divine soldier that your father gave you, right? Why, you still don't like it?" A nice female voice sounded in her ears, and the voice was smart with a hint of naughtiness, as if she had heard it somewhere.

When he turned around, he saw that the pink-haired girl was looking at him, her innocent and beautiful face revealing the willfulness and nobility of being a princess.

"A knife is a good knife. Wang Ye frowned and said softly: "It's just an ordinary knife in the end, no matter at any time, it can only be used as a knife, and it is still far from my ideal weapon." ”

"And what does your ideal weapon look like?" asked the girl.

Wang Ye thought lightly for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Soldiers, treacherous ways, the form of weapons is unchanged, and after all, it cannot cope with the ever-changing battlefield, so the ideal weapon should be able to transform into the most suitable appearance according to the current situation, so as to give full play to its greatest value." ”

Wang Ye said and sighed slightly: "It's a pity...... After all, weapons are dead things, and there are no ever-changing weapons in this world. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the girl and said:

"Little sister, the key to my arsenal is with you, right?"

The girl nodded, her pale pink hair waving in beautiful waves.

He threw the broadsword in his hand to one of the guards beside him, turned back and said:

"You, go with the princess, and put this knife in the vault with you. ”

"Yes! The guard respectfully took the knife, and as soon as he took it, the weight of the knife weighed down on his palms, and he almost didn't take it off.

"Your Highness. Another guard suddenly ran over in a hurry: "The Red Dragon Valley has discovered the enemy's situation, the size of the squadron, and it is advancing to the east. ”

"Inform the Qiongyu Battalion and prepare for battle!" Wang Ye said sharply.

"Yes!"

Then, the picture seems to be infected with some black ink.

Wang Ye only felt that in that oil painting-like world, there were earth-shaking fighting sounds everywhere, blood and roars everywhere, and strange lines were rough and muddy in the world.

He couldn't see anything clearly, but he felt the hollowness of the falling life around him, which made people's hearts chill.

Those chaotic lines went on for a long, long time...... For a long time......

Even Wang Ye didn't feel how long it was in his dream, and the chaotic feeling distracted him, and he tried to wake up from the dream, but he couldn't do it anyway.

He shook his head in agony, trying to get out of it all, shaking and shaking and shaking for a few moments, and at last, the sound of metal striking saved him from the chaos.

"Bang!"

Like the sound of some metal being thrown to the ground.

When he reopened his eyes, Wang Ye found that he had not woken up from his dream.

The world around him was still like a painting, except that the chaotic lines had disappeared in favor of a beautifully decorated palace.

He was standing outside the palace door at this moment, and an old minister next to him was arching his hands.

"Your Highness, please persuade the princess, she is messing around again, and you can persuade her. The old minister said with a bitter face.

Wang Ye raised his eyes and looked into the palace, only to see more than 60 people in the huge palace kneeling on the ground in fear, leaning down and not daring to squeak.

The sixty or so people were dressed in blacksmith shop costumes, and looked like craftsmen in charge of making weapons.

Looking at the high platform of the palace again, the pink-haired princess was losing her temper, throwing one weapon after another to the ground crackling, smashing in front of those craftsmen, and making them tremble.

"Stupid! a bunch of stupid people!" the princess shouted angrily, pointing at the craftsmen, "Is this what I asked you to make!? You can't make such a weapon for you for so long!? You are still worthy of being called the best craftsmen of the Divine Clan!?

As he spoke, he picked up another short sword in his hand and threw it at an old craftsman.

But this time the force was a bit heavy, and the short sword did not fall in front of the old craftsman, but flew straight towards the old craftsman's head. If this sword were pierced, it might kill the old craftsman.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, not intentionally throwing it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed out, and with two fingers, it stopped the short sword in the air.

It is Wang Ye.

"Brother......" The princess breathed a sigh of relief and pursed her lips away.

"What are you messing around again. Wang Ye said sharply.

"I ......"

"These craftsmen are all in heavy positions, and the weapons of the major battalions are still waiting for them to be forged, who allows you to drag them here to mess around!" Wang Ye did not give her the slightest chance to explain.

The princess wanted to say something, but she was so red by Wang Yexun that her face was bulging like a balloon, her eyes were full of tears, and she stomped her feet and ran out of the palace.

"This kid ......" Wang Ye shook his head and turned to the kneeling craftsmen in the hall: "Get up quickly, go back to their respective posts, and if the princess has a similar order in the future, you will inform me first." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

All the craftsmen said in unison.

After speaking, everyone got up one after another, lined up in a neat line, and quietly walked out of the door.

Wang Ye gently picked up the old craftsman who was almost stabbed by the short sword and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay. The old craftsman hurriedly replied: "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving your life." ”

"Where. Wang Ye smiled politely.

The old craftsman stood up.

Wang Ye's gaze swept over the messy weapons in the place, and asked the old craftsman with a little curiosity: "What is the princess looking for you to do this time? What is the matter with this strange weapon?"

"Back to Your Highness!" the old craftsman replied, "I don't know why Her Royal Highness the princess had a whim, a few days ago, she suddenly gathered all the people in our craftsman's room, and insisted that we make a special weapon." ”

"Special weapons? When did this girl become interested in weapons? Wang Ye tilted his eyebrows, turned his head and asked, "What kind of special law?"

"Her Royal Highness the princess insisted that we make a weapon that can change with the will of the user, and for this, she also took out all her gems and jewelry, and let us change them into weapons materials. But Your Highness, you know that this weapon is a dead thing, and how can it be ever-changing? It's just that you know the temperament of this princess, and it's useless to refuse as much as we want......" The old craftsman replied with a bitter face.