Old man Liu thought for a while: "If a monk makes a mistake in his cultivation, or if he is hit by heavenly punishment when he breaks the realm, his soul will be torn, and it will affect his cultivation, and if it is serious, it will be fatal." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Huh?" Hearing that it would be fatal, Bufan was very excited: "Is it the punishment of heaven that splits me?"

"Looking at you like this, it doesn't look like a fatal road injury, or that your life is not in danger for a short time. ”

Bufan's big cute eyes full of curiosity: "Are there any sequelae?"

"It's okay to cough up blood or something, if the situation doesn't worsen, it's no problem, but you can't practice, it's not easy to treat yourself, unless you find a heavenly treasure that nourishes the soul, you can treat it." ”

"Are you okay coughing up blood? Are you sure it's a big road injury and not tuberculosis? Is it that the god you gave me a blood transfusion is a tuberculosis patient, and I am infected?"

Old man Liu rolled his eyes: "How can God have that kind of ordinary disease, it's okay." ”

An old man came over snugly: "Your name is Bufan?"

"Huh?"

"You've been recruited by my armor research. ”

"I'm not from your academy, why should I be recruited? I was injured after a substitute class, so this should be considered a work injury...... Wait, what do you think you're researching?"

"Armor. The old man put his hands in his cuffs, and he was alive and well.

Bu Fan was surprised: "Okay, okay, how do you get to your research room?" ”

The old man smiled slightly: "Meet me, Jia San." ”

"Is there still Jia Er, Jia Yi?"

"Those two have been dead for hundreds of years, and if you're interested, I can take you to their graves. ”

"It doesn't have to be, I'll just ask. ”

After everyone left, Bu Fan still pulled Old Man Liu: "I said that I will help you substitute for the class, which is equivalent to helping you suffer from the disaster, and you must not compensate me for any magic medicine or something." ”

"You can't practice, taking the magic medicine that strengthens the body will hurt the soul, and you want to die?"

Sure enough, the body refining elixir will harm the soul, and this is how Bugan died.

"I can change things if I don't eat, or materials to make weapons. ”

"There's a lot of material over there for armor research, don't make up your mind in my place, get out of here. ”

"Okay, let's get out. ”

This day was the earliest day that Bufan returned to the blacksmith shop.

But I felt a little heavy on the road, and I always felt that the road injury was not so simple.

When I returned to the blacksmith shop, I stretched out my head and looked twice, and Bayang was actually sitting there drinking tea.

Bufan walked in: "Why didn't I see you striking iron today?"

Bayang took a sip of tea: "It's done." ”

Bu Fan followed Ba Yang's gaze and saw the long sword placed on the table, and couldn't help but be happy: "Look at how this sword is." When he finished speaking, he lifted it with his hand.

As soon as Bu Fan touched the long sword, he felt a tingling pain, and the purple light in his palm flowed towards the sword body.

"Is this static electricity?"

Ba Yang stopped his movements, looked at the long sword that flashed purple, and said, "Stand back." ”

"Huh?"

"Stand back, get out of the house. ”

Bu Fan let go of his hand, this thing sword is very heavy and can't be lifted: "Exit?"

At this moment, the sky rumbled, and Bufan jumped out of the blacksmith shop like a cat for the first time and stood at the door.

In the clear sky, a three-colored cloud suddenly floated, and a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky.

"I'm coming again, where did I offend you?"

Bufan guessed wrong, the thunder did not come at him, but directly slashed through the house and landed on the crime.

The thunderbolt as thick as a giant tree landed on the long sword, and lightning flew in all directions.

Bufan felt that the door was not safe either, and hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, the whole house collapsed and dust was everywhere.

The front yard of the blacksmith shop collapsed.

Only Ba Yang sat firmly, holding a teacup in his hand, and continued to drink tea.

The long sword emitted purple light, floating strangely in the air, and after a while, the purple light dissipated and fell to the ground.

"Providence!" Bayang put down the teacup and stood up: "It is really providential to be punished by heaven." After speaking, he stared at Bufan.

Bu Fan was furious, thinking that the boss must want to let him lose the house, so he hurriedly looked for a way to break through, and when his brain was running rapidly, Bu Fan was suddenly stunned, and then frantically pounced on a corner of the room, pulled away a large number of blackened planks and stones by the lightning, and pulled out a large mouthful of boxes.

The box has been miserable.

Bufan opened the box tremblingly, choking speechlessly.

"My damn baby!"

All kinds of third-order and fourth-order metals that were scavenged from Old Man Liu and Old Man Li were all scrapped, and all of them became scrap metal!

Ba Yang tilted his head: "How can you bear the heavenly punishment of your pile?" It's already gone, don't think about it so much." ”

Boufan was still looking, even if he could find a perfect material the size of a fingernail.

In fact, nothing.

All scrapped.

A few hours later, at night, where Bayang was still sitting, Bu Fan simply moved a chair and sat with him: "Boss, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the sword. ”

"Why are you looking at it?"

"I'm afraid of being stolen. ”

"Why don't you put it away. ”

"The sword has a spirit, and whoever takes it is his master. ”

"But I've already taken it. ”

"You're not qualified, so it doesn't count. ”

Bufan was deeply shocked, stood up directly, and ran over to draw his sword.

The truth is, you can't pull it out.

"Save your strength. ”

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe it!" Bufan brought a stone bar and placed it next to the long sword, the top of the stone bar was almost a little away from the gauntlet of the long sword.

Bu Fan took a stick and inserted it into the gap: "Master has little strength, use a lever, once you convert, how can you have tens of thousands of catties of strength, and you can't pull it out?"

The corners of Bayang's mouth twitched, watching Bu Fan pry the sword out of the ground.

The prying sword was lying on the ground, and Bufan ran over and lifted it, but he still couldn't lift it.

"Hey, I'm grumpy. Bufan took out a few pulleys he had made before, made a makeshift pulley, built a top bridge with stone bars, tied the long sword with a rope, and then pulled the pulley with his left hand and held the hilt with his right hand.

When he was about to hold it, Bufan felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, and after taking his hand away in confusion, he tried again, but he still couldn't hold it.

Bu Fan looked back at Ba Yang, and Ba Yang turned his head: "The moon is so round today." ”

Ba Yang scolded while talking about what he didn't have: "This little bastard has a lot of ideas, and if you really pick it up for him, it will be scrapped." ”

Bufan secretly stretched his foot over, thinking, "It's okay to lift your foot, right?"

A suction force was heard, and Bufan flew upside down, and then appeared on the chair.

Bayang spoke: "You give me to sit here quietly and don't move." ”

"I'm Cao, didn't you say that whoever picks it up is counted as whom. ”

"My old man is talking, you go get one and try it. ”

"You let me go. ”

"I didn't do it again. ”

"Phew, don't be ashamed, you have the demeanor of an old man. In this way, the two sat on the chairs and quarreled for most of the night.

Early in the morning, Bufan woke up, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Bayang was still staring at the long sword lying on the ground, but the surrounding stone bars had been taken away by him.

The sloppy swordsman arrived as promised, looking devastated and puzzled: "What is this?" Speaking of this, he saw the long sword on the ground: "Artifact?"

"Yes. Bayang nodded.

The sloppy swordsman picked up the long sword and pulled the sword flower: "Do your best, thank you for it." ”

"Don't worry!" Bufan stretched out his big hand and bared his nostrils: "Settle the account first." ”

"Huh?"

Bu Fan got up: "The boss's belongs to the boss, mine belongs to mine, let's count it separately, for this sword, I paid a heavenly punishment god thunder and a number of high-grade materials." ”

"What do you want, just say. ”

"The elixir that nourishes the soul, high-grade materials, it's all fine. ”

"I don't have those low-end stuff. ”

"It's the first time I've heard people talk about poverty so freshly and refinedly!"

The sloppy swordsman took out a book from his cuff: "What I have learned all my life, how about sending it to you?"

Bu Fan thought for a moment and shook his head: "I can't practice, so what's the use of this thing, I've seen countless secret books in the Divine City Academy." ”

The corners of Ba Yang's mouth twitched at the same time as the sloppy swordsman.

In the end, the sloppy swordsman took out another cheatbook: "This one is not mine, I grabbed it, it is very peculiar, it does not contain the true yuan divine power operation method, the sword move does not need the cooperation of the real yuan, it is an ordinary sword move, and the power is good after practice." ”

Bayang whispered: "Good things, take them." ”

Bu Fan was puzzled: "How can you be so powerful without Zhenyuan?"

Ba Yang slapped Bu Fan upside down: "Do you understand the law, the law contains the true yuan's sword moves, it is unlikely to be practiced with your talent, but there is always a chance." ”