Ruo Xiaotian helped Xin Mingyang to the door and shouted loudly, "Grandpa, come out to help, I'm injured." ”

After a while, a hunchbacked old man came out of the courtyard, looked at the two of them with strange eyes, and asked, "Who beat you?"

Ruo Xiaotian didn't say anything, helped the old man help Xin Mingyang to the bed, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the vanishing Ruo Xiaotian, the old man snorted and muttered angrily, "Unlucky child, it's not good to follow you." Immediately, his eyes fell on Xin Mingyang.

"The Seven Rings Emperor? Feeling slightly, there were still a few remnants of strength on the former's body, and the old man smiled.

"Don't don't kill him" Xin Mingyang waved one hand in the air a few times, beads of sweat the size of beans spilled from his forehead, and he muttered in a panic.

"Don't be a fart, your life is gone, and you say don't. The old man cast a disdainful look at the former and said with a wicked smile.

"Don't kill Xiaotian, don't do it" Xin Mingyang's face turned pale, his hands were in the air, and he shouted weakly again.

When the old man heard this, his eyes flashed with a touch of murderous intent, and he looked at Xin Mingyang on the bed. When the palm of the hand was slowly raised, a small figure stood in front of Xin Mingyang's body.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said in a cold voice, "I'm just going to see if he's okay." Won't kill him. ”

Ruo Xiaotian bent his head and smiled, nodded knowingly with his small eyes closed, and then took out the herb from his arms and said, "Grandpa, I know, this is medicine, boil it and give it to Brother Mingyang to drink, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

"Got it. The old man snorted coldly, glanced at the herbs on the table, and said, "Are you okay?"

Nodding his little head, Ruo Xiaotian felt the care of the old man and smiled.

Although the old man said those words before, Fang Cai's actions made Ruo Xiaotian deeply feel the old man's love for him. And for this test of repairing weapons, it must be passed, even at the cost.

"Who injured you?" the old man touched his beard and said indifferently.

"It's Brother Mingyang, his master. After thinking for a moment, Ruo Xiaotian said hesitantly.

"Seven Rings Emperor Shou?" the old man snorted coldly, a few traces of disdain crossed his eyes.

"Here you go again!" Looking at the old man's appearance, Ruo Xiaotian felt a headache again, frowned and rubbed his nose, and asked lazily.

"You" was ignored by Ruo Xiaotian like this, and the old man's cheeks suddenly turned red, but this is not the first time, he put his hand on his chest and touched it, slowed down slightly, and said lightly, "I don't know a few precepts, but the people who guard the seven precepts are not even worthy of lifting shoes for me." ”

After saying this, the old man picked up the herbs on the table, waved his sleeves and left.

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Ruo Xiaotian hurriedly walked to the craftsman's furnace in the courtyard.

Concentrating on the weapon in his hand again, Ruo Xiaotian slowly realized the flaws in it, and when he was about to get started, he thought of Xin Mingyang's words in vain, each weapon is repaired in a different way.

In a word, Ruo Xiaotian was a little distracted, and he didn't know where to start.

After touching it for a while, Ruo Xiaotian's eyes were full of brilliance, he threw the torch he had brought before, quickly picked up the clay karma pit in his palm, and threw it into the craftsman's furnace, slowly closing his eyes, feeling the weapons in the craftsman's furnace, and secretly said in his heart, 'Whether it is successful or not, I will give it a try.' As the flame heated, the clay in the furnace gradually turned into liquid, and suddenly, Ruo Xiaotian felt like his heart was pierced, and there was a faint pain, his hand touched his chest, opened his eyes, and looked at the weapons in the craftsman's furnace.

With a light drink, he picked up the hundred-year-old heavy steel on the side, pressed it on the side of the stove, and cut the appearance of the heavy steel into a broken clay industry.

After trimming the two items, Ruo Xiaotian closed his eyes and concentrated, his hands went around the side of the two items, his body shook slightly, and he shouted softly, "Together." As soon as the words fell, from the palm of the little hand, a white air flow slowly flowed out, slowly matching the two.

Sweat, left from Ruo Xiaotian's forehead, through a frowning brow, fell to the ground, teeth clenched together, insisting on this large amount of output. Time passed little by little, and the palm of the hand was still constantly outputting white gas, and at this time, Ruo Xiaotian's little face began to turn white. And the dignified look revealed firm conviction.

The old man looked at the young man in the courtyard, sighed slightly, and a ray of pity flashed in his eyes.

The iron pieces by the stove slowly closed together, Ruo Xiaotian raised his heavy eyelids, pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly grabbed the small cloth bag next to him with his left hand and poured it on the outer layer of fine iron.

The weak gaze slowly moved to the craftsman's furnace, and opened his mouth slightly, the flames in the craftsman's furnace suddenly rose, and the clay karma in the furnace was lifted high like a fountain, up and down.

He exhaled lightly, then frowned, squinted slightly, and nodded.

Ruo Xiaotian's body leaned back slowly, and when he leaned back, he took a big breath, raised his hands slightly to his chest, and after drawing a semicircle in the air, he suddenly leaned forward, pushed his palms, and shouted "melt" loudly

Suddenly, the fine iron by the hearth slowly floated above the mutilated part of the weapon, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it gradually turned into liquid and dripped down to the mutilated place.

Looking at everything in front of him, Ruo Xiaotian chuckled and snorted, and then performed a set of inexplicable punches in the same place.

And the fine iron in the air, under the guidance of the fist technique, since it is dripping, is wrapped in a weapon, and it glows with a faint red light.

I don't know when, the old man actually stopped feeding the medicine, looked at the young man in astonishment, and his mood was like a flood, surging.

The boxing method, the tiger and the tiger are powerful, it is so domineering and fierce, giving people an inexplicable sense of coercion when the fist is swinging out. The young man waved his fist, and his energy was completely focused on repairing the weapon, and for a while, the true qi in his body was exhausted and he didn't know it.

The boxing technique is getting slower and slower, not to the end, but the lack of true qi, if it weren't for the stubbornness and persistence in his heart, he must have been lying down.

And the fusion in the craftsman's furnace was about to be completed at this time, and when he saw the last drop of liquid flowing down, Ruo Xiaotian felt a pain in his chest, felt his throat burn, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his cheeks, and his fist technique also stopped at this time.

Along with this, the Liutu karma in the air also fell suddenly.

Dead with his eyes open, trying to suppress the weakness of his body, looking at the imminent success, a defeat, the grief in his heart is beyond measure, a tear slowly flows out of the corner of his eye, he knows that the reason for this failure is because of his lack of strength, if it is the second ring, it must be easy to repair like this.

Although Ruo Xiaotian didn't know if the repair was correct, there was only one result in his mind for that momentary epiphany.

Sneering lightly, Ruo Xiaotian lay on the ground, muttered "Did you fail?" As soon as the words fell, his body relaxed, letting the feeling of weakness and fatigue hit his whole body, and then his eyes slowly closed. Fainted.

In a forgotten corner, some tears flowed from a pair of beautiful eyes, and the body wanted to move and stopped, several times