"Monkey!" Wen Chuanting roared angrily, and hurriedly rushed into the wooden house, seeing the monkey's two little paws covering his ears, and his eyes rolling everywhere, but he didn't look at Wen Chuanting.

"You're killing the tarantula again?!" If it weren't for the monkey's injury, seeing that it was now without three hundred taels of silver, Wen Chuanting couldn't wait to go up and kick two feet, and if he didn't put two feet, he would definitely be angry.

"Do you know how difficult it is to catch a tarantula alive?" asked Chuanting to hate itchy, and he couldn't fight, but he could always say it!

"I just caught it, and in the blink of an eye you killed me, no matter how big the hatred is, it should be resolved! If you still don't get rid of your anger, wait until your body recovers, and then look for the bad luck of the tarantula! Now, every one I have caught has a purpose, and it can't be killed again. If I find out, watch your skin!"

"Watch your skin!" The five words gently drifted into the monkey's ears, and I saw that its rolling eyes instantly stopped, its pupils contracted rapidly, and its body lying on the ground trembled for a moment.

Ask Chuanting chuckled, "I don't believe I can't clean you up, you little monkey can turn out my Five Finger Mountain?!"

In order to make the monkey obedient, Wen Chuanting thought of various methods, but the effect was very small, and he was very distressed about it, and once he accidentally found that the monkey's armpit was particularly sensitive, only where the fingers were gently touched, the monkey must squeak, and tried his best to dodge.

The weakness of the monkey has been tried and tested, and this has also become a trick to punish the monkey, as long as it is used, the monkey will be obedient.

Thick branches enclose a wooden fence, small and tough vines are tied to the waist and abdomen of the tarantula, a small field, two tarantulas are confined inside, the wide mouthparts open and close, let out a silent scream, with sharp barbed long legs can't help moving, always want to cut off the free vines.

This is the tarantula in captivity, if it weren't for the monkeys knocking a lot to death, there should be a lot of them in this small wooden pen.

Every day, Wen Chuanting stood in the wooden fence from time to time, waving a branch to tease the tarantula, because of the restriction of freedom, the tarantula had to struggle within the limited range of movement, in order to resist, only spray spider silk as a means of attack.

This is the purpose of asking Chuanting, every tease, not to exhaust the two tarantulas from teasing, and never stop if they can't spit out spider silk.

As a tool for spitting spider silk, the tarantula doesn't care much about their life and death, but in order to be able to get the spider silk every day, he still has to catch some birds and beasts to feed them, but fortunately, the tarantula is carnivorous, which further reduces the trouble of asking Chuanting.

There is nothing lacking in the jungle, and there are many birds and beasts. As long as you ask the legend to be very hardworking, birds and beasts can be said to be readily available.

Wen Chuanting found that a tarantula spits a certain amount of silk every day, and does its best to spit silk, and can only collect a ball the size of the little thumb knuckle a day, and spit it out at one time, as long as the food keeps up, the languishing tarantula can still spit out some the next day, compared with the day before, the quantity and quality are worse.

In order to ensure the quality, Wen Chuanting chooses one every time he teases, so that every day there is an energetic one, and there is a situation where he is weak in energy and can't spit out silk. Even so, the tarantula has time to cultivate, but it still can't keep up with the needs of Wen Chuanting, after ten days, the strong spirit of the tarantula will be emaciated, weak legs and feet, let Wen Chuanting tease in every way, will not spit out the silk to resist.

In view of this situation, Wen Chuanting had to go out again to find a new tarantula, but fortunately, the jungle was large enough to find a colony of spiders in three or five miles.

Nine waves of tarantulas were kept back and forth, and the spider silk at hand was ready, and the languishing tarantulas were thrown to the monkeys who had already recovered, and asked Chuanting to get into the wooden house.

A mass of spider silk floated in the flames, and one by one it came out of the flames, asking Chuanting to carefully control the output of true qi, maintain the flames, and refine without impatience, the silver-white spider silk drilled out of the flames and fell to the ground, making it even more crystal bright.

In half a day, all the spider silk was extracted, and the original material was processed, which was thinner and tougher.

"Start refining!" Wen Chuanting adjusted his energy, his spirit and spirit returned to the peak, his palm stretched out, and flames burst out from his palm, controlling the output of true qi and stabilizing the jumping flames.

The spider silk on the ground flew up, one by one into the flames. The soft spider silk that had been scorched by the flames was woven and intertwined in the firelight.

With the passage of time, a half-foot-long cloth head was faintly seen, and spider silk formed a warp and weft line, extending the cloth head continuously. As the head of the cloth grew, so did the fist-sized flames, which always encased the enlarged head in it.

The light and shadow of the fingers flickered, and streamers shot out from between the fingers, burrowed into the flames, and imprinted on a pennant, the firelight, silver light, and streamers were intertwined, setting off each other, and the blooming light was bright but not dazzling.

Day and night, uninterrupted output was maintained, and at the end, Wen Chuanting put out his hands together, and his fingers twitched the seal, forming an instant that was hit into the flag and imprinted among the criss-crossed spider silk.

Beads of sweat are rolling on his forehead, and if he continues to consume like this, even those who are beaten with iron can't bear it. Since he has been cultivating, Wen Chuanting, who has not sweated for a long time, felt the wet and sticky feeling again, and his pinching fingers didn't care about the sweat on his forehead, and let it flow into a stream slowly, flowing through the corners of his eyes, bringing a slight tingling, flowing through the corners of his mouth, flowing into his mouth, salty.

"Success or failure is here!"

Wen Chuanting's expression was focused, the amount of true air outflow increased suddenly, and the flames rose to a height of one meter with a loud sound, and the surging heat wave hit people, instantly drying his flowing sweat. The heat wave empties and rolls the air, forming a vortex.

The heat wave penetrated through the cracks of the wooden house, drilled into the outside of the house, and once again scorched the outside air, the heat wave rose, and the air swirled and changed, as if covering the wooden house with a thin veil, and there seemed to be a psychedelic enchantment covering the wooden house.

The monkey wielding the wooden stick was startled by the sudden heat wave, and the strong air currents forced it back continuously, and it took three feet to stabilize its position, and the long stick in its hand was pointed on the ground, trying to maintain its body that was constantly fluttering backwards, and its worried eyes were firmly pressed against the closed door, trying to see through the wooden door.

Dugu flapped his wings and flew in the air, his circling body constantly swooping downward, trying to get close to the wooden house, and was forced back by the steaming heat wave again and again, and the sharp eagle song echoed in the air, as if calling to the Wen Chuanting in the wooden house, asking him to leave this heat wave that can roast the bird.