Mo Cong and Liu Yun worked non-stop, leaving early and returning late, collecting half a moon's Xuantie, and they were very busy.

"Mo Cong, you hurry up, we have to sell these bearskins before sunset!"

"Can I walk so fast with so many iron lumps on my back!

After Mo Cong finished speaking, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his free hand, and pushed the bag of dark iron behind him onto his shoulder.

"Didn't I carry so many things, what a complaint, hurry up!"

Liu Yun was not idle, carrying a few bear skins dripping with blood behind him, and his bag still contained bear bile that he had just obtained. The eldest lady of the Nangong family had her hair in a messy bun, her face was stained with blood, and her clothes were also stained with blood.

Looking at Liu Yun's embarrassed appearance, Mo Cong secretly felt funny in his heart, but the mysterious gaze in his eyes betrayed him in an instant.

"You don't have to laugh at me, you don't look much better than me. Liu Yun smiled lightly.

"Who made us good friends, right?"

"Yes, that's right. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had instantly regained their strength. After selling bear skins in the shop, and going to the medicine department to sell a few bear biles to the medicine king, when the two returned to the Shengmen Palace, the sun had set.

When Mo Cong returned to the room, black iron was piled all over the floor, and he had to dodge several times to enter the inner room.

"Liu Yun, this guy is really, all the dirty things are in my house. Mo Cong felt weak, sat down on the chair and rested for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the pile of iron lumps at the door, and muttered to himself. After taking a few sips of the herbal tea on the table, Mo Cong suddenly jumped up, "No, I have to see how many there are." ”

"Mo Cong," Mo Cong squatted on the ground, just about to count the number of dark irons, Liu Yun, who had changed his clothes and painted light makeup, appeared in front of the door like a fairy, and asked with a smile: "Look at how many dark irons we have collected." ”

"Count, you come over and help me," Mo Cong just lifted a big stone, raised his eyes and found that Liu Yun was dressed in red and bright, with his hair hanging down, seeing this, Mo Cong was stunned for a moment, sighed and said, "Forget it!"

"Then I'll help you keep count!" Liu Yun also felt uncomfortable, moved a small stool, sat down elegantly, and smiled shyly.

Those dark irons are big and small, and the two of them were busy for a long time, and finally finished counting.

"How many!" Mo Cong asked as he wiped the sweat from his head and gasped.

"Mo Cong," Liu Yun's eyes widened, and there was obvious surprise in his eyes.

"Is it enough?" Looking at Liu Yun's eyes, Mo Cong had already guessed the result, but he still wanted to hear Liu Yun say the number himself, so his eyes widened.

Liu Yun's eyes drooped slightly, opened his red lips and took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "We now have more than two hundred pieces of Xuantie, which is more than the amount Master Ganbao said." ”

"That's great, in that case, we can go to the dry master tomorrow to forge a sword. Thinking that he was about to hold the "Seven Soul Sword", Mo Cong's eyes sparkled, and he was overjoyed, and he even breathed tightly.

"Don't be beautiful, this dark iron is enough, but," Liu Yun's eyes flashed with a sad face, and he sighed softly and said, "Our money is still a lot short!"

"Is it" Mo Cong smiled mysteriously, deliberately selling Guanzi, and stopped talking halfway through.

Looking at Mo Cong's face, Liu Yun's eyes froze, and a strange smile bloomed on his red lips, and he pouted and said, "Look at your virtue, you borrowed money from Sister Xiaohua!"

"Of course!" Mo Cong puffed out his chest, very proud.

"How much to borrow?"

"Didn't we save thirty gold coins before, and I borrowed seventy from Sister Xiaohua!"

"Exactly one hundred!" Liu Yun stood up, a little carried away, rushed up to hug Mo Cong, a sweet smile bloomed on his face, "I really love you to death!"

"Clothes, clothes!"

"What clothes?" Liu Yun wondered.

"I mean, don't stain your clothes!"

"Oh," Liu Yun glanced down, but said with a smile: "It's okay, it's going to be washed anyway, Mo Congtian we have to have a handy weapon." After speaking, Liu Yun looked at the black iron sword placed on the table again, and said with a frustrated expression: "That broken thing is finally used!"

"It's easy to get used to!"

As the two were talking, a beautiful girl in a light blue dress walked into the gate of the Shengmen Palace. The girl moved lightly, and her face was full of joy.

"Brother Mo Cong, Liu Yun, what makes you so happy!" Chu Ci walked up to the two of them and asked suspiciously.

"Senior sister, you came just in time, Liu Yun and I will have a good weapon tomorrow, it is the 'Seven Soul Sword'. Mo Cong said excitedly.

"'Seven Soul Sword', that's great!" Although Chu Ci also had some surprise on his face, he was not as excited as Mo Cong and Liu Yun.

"This doesn't seem to be the character of the junior sister!" Mo Cong secretly summed up in his heart, looked at Chu Ci's face, and asked softly: "Senior sister, you don't seem to be interested in our 'Seven Soul Sword'!"

"No!" Chu Ci held his little hand behind his back, blinked, smiled mysteriously, and said, "Brother Mo Cong, I have a good news and a bad news to tell you, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Huh?" Seeing this, Mo Cong and Liu Yun were stunned, and the two looked at each other. After thinking for a moment, Liu Yun said, "Then let's listen to the good news first!"

"Good news," Chu Ci's smile became brighter and brighter, with irrepressible joy, and said, "Brother Mo Cong, I have transformed my soul power!"

"Really!"

Hearing this, Mo Cong was particularly shocked, rushed up, and kissed Chu Ci's cheeks again and again like crazy.

Seeing this, Liu Yun hurriedly turned around and curled his red lips.

"Oops! Brother Mo Cong!" Lying in Mo Cong's arms, Chu Ci's cheeks were crimson, and he glanced down at Liu Yun on the side.

Mo Cong didn't care, and grabbed a short hair with a smile, "Senior sister, watching you become stronger, I'm happier than anything else." ”

"I know!" Chu Ci secretly threw a wink at Mo Cong and said softly: "Otherwise, how could I come to tell you in the first place!"

"Well, junior sister, we will become stronger and stronger," Mo Cong looked at Chu Ci's eyes a little strangely, and immediately remembered the bad news, and asked, "Senior sister, what is the bad news?"

"Bad news," Chu Ci pursed his red lips, and the joy on his face suddenly disappeared, "The bad news is that Gao father gave him a 'Dragon Descending Sword', you didn't see it, he showed off in the room for a while, according to himself, that 'Dragon Descending Sword' is the most powerful soul-level weapon, it seems that his father used it back then, and there are six top-level soul power beads embedded on it." ”

"'Dragon Descending Sword', I didn't see any Dragon Descending Sword in Master Ganbao's weapon diagram!" As soon as he heard that Gao had the best sword, Mo Cong suddenly felt frustrated in his heart, and it was even more advanced than the "Seven Soul Sword" that Gan Bao said.

He is obviously dissatisfied with Teacher Taibai, not only does he have a high salary, but he also pretends to be a ghost to deceive us with some Seven Soul Sword and Eight Soul Sword, which is estimated to be garbage at all. Liu Yun said coldly.

Hearing this, Chu Ci thought for a moment and said carefully: "Liu Yun, I asked Teacher Hongyue, she said that the sword is the king of weapons, and the cost is much higher than other weapons, and Master Ganbao didn't charge you more!"

"Chu Ci, you don't know, Teacher Hongyue is talking about a sword like the 'Dragon Descending Sword', like the Seven Soul Sword and the like, it is not worth anything at all, and it is estimated that it is just an ordinary thing. Liu Yun snorted, how could she think that Ganbao was prejudiced against them.

"Then, then I don't know!" After speaking, Chu Ci looked at Mo Cong weakly.

"Whatever, let's see tomorrow!" Mo Cong sighed and said, losing his affection for that Ganbao in his heart.