It was a white stacked building, with clean and smooth square boxes stacked upward, and when they were listed on the twenty-fifth floor, they suddenly spread out to the right, and Leon was standing in the corridors that continued in the air, looking into the distance through the one-way glass of the aerial corridors. He was surrounded by green round plants with delicate succulent leaves that were moisturized with moisture. Everything was comfortable, both in the air and in the color.

Leon looked down and saw his small hand, white and tender, and then, his palm began to emerge with transparent water droplets, and quickly converged, condensing into a cold fist, he clenched the frost-covered sharp thorn hard, put the four sharp corners against the glass in front of him, and swiped lightly......

Wow......

Leon opened his eyes violently, and there was still the sound of broken objects in his ears, which he felt was extremely real, so he turned his head to look around, and found that Figama was tiptoeing to collect a jar of blue bubble wine that had fallen to the ground, and the sound was obviously made by him kicking and spilling the jar.

But the sound was so real, it was the sound of glass breaking.

"You're awake" Miduo's red hair came over, she looked at Leon's eyes carefully, and then raised her head and said seriously: "It's okay, I'm not stupid"

"Hahaha...... Silly girl, don't listen to Picasso's nonsense, how can there be a bone inspirer who hurts stupidly, and you will believe that old urchin!" was Lina's voice.

Leon was finally pulled back to reality, and he remembered that he had just finished fusing his weapon, and at the last moment, he seemed to be asleep.

But what did that perverted Picasso master put into his two arms? He didn't even know that he was probably the only confused mercenary.

"Lalala...... Perverted old man...... Confused mercenary" The squid muttered to the side, I don't know who brought it in a wine jar, and at the moment it could only show three green tentacles. Then Leon saw the black forehead, saw Figama, and Piros were also busy in a corner of the room, it turned out that everyone was here, Leon suddenly felt warm in his heart, and the pain in both arms seemed to be reduced a lot.

"Okay stinky boy! Get up when you wake up! Don't lie on my counter and drool" Picasso's black head also came to Leon's eyes, and the white beard flew like a white dove...... Wait, what is the white dove? Leon looked at Picasso dumbfounded, and then the old man lifted the grape leaf off the table.

"Grass!" Leon jumped up in pain as soon as he hit the ground, his arm being tested again, "Smelly old man!" he shouted with grinning, "You haven't told me what weapon you fused with me!"

"Hehe, wait until three days later if you try it yourself, you'll know" Picasso's mysterious answer caused a room of amazement, and there has never been a mercenary who doesn't know what weapon is fused,

"You don't know yourself?" asked Lina incredulously, raising her eyebrows,

"No, Aang" Figama's face was smiling, and Leon thought he was a little gloating,

"Colorless, cunning," said the black forehead dryly, ignoring the anticipation on Leon's face, he could only say this feeling, Leon could not expect him to explain the metal body he saw.

"What is cunning?" cried Leon.

These three days are very difficult, the two arms are not only painful, but also sometimes come from different feelings, one will be numb, the other will be cold, and Leon, who has not been sick since he was a child, actually had a fever, wrapped in the old wolf skin with a black forehead, shrunk in the corner and shivered, and the anxious Lina and Mi Duo didn't know what to do.

You know, many diseases that have plagued mankind for thousands of years have disappeared in the Falling Moon Era, which can be regarded as the only "benefit" brought to mankind by nuclear storms, cold viruses and some bacteria have also disappeared, or rather, mutated into other life forms, which will no longer invade the human body, and the mercenaries' physique is even more outrageously strong, and it is difficult to pull a stomach, let alone a fever.

And Leon was burning all over his body at the moment, he felt that the special substances flowing in his two arms seemed to be fighting with plasma and body fluids, the properties of those molten metals were warm, neither as hot as Fei Gama's boiling metal, nor as cold as the frost blade of the old knife, not to mention the sour nature of the big teeth, but as soothing as body temperature, but it was such a soothing liquid, but it was a fight with the plasma, Leon shivered, as if he saw his blood splashing in front of him, and hit the molten metal violently, making a sizzling sound,

"Damn," Leon shuddered again.

Picasso has been watching from the side without squeaking, in fact, he is also secretly strange, he has never seen such a strange fusion sequelae, when he was a young apprentice, he once did a failed fusion, there has never been such a situation, at most the weapon activation is out of control.

The master observed carefully, he vaguely felt that this was an opportunity for him to reach a new level in his career as a weapon fusion master, this kid was really special.

On the fifth day, Leon's body temperature finally returned to normal, and he released the monitor lizard skin from both arms, and his special reaction made everyone in the boulder come to observe this moment. This made Figama a little jealous, and when he first inspired the Red Purgatory, there was no one around him, and he almost burned a large pot of rat meat.

"Huh?" Mi Duo's eyes were sharp, and he saw an extra pattern on the outside of Leon's two arms, "This is Picasso's wound that was stitched up?" Her eyes sparkled, the pattern was strong and smooth, it was simply the masterpiece of a first-class tattoo artist, Mi Duo had already begun to plan, although she couldn't fuse weapons, but could she ask Picasso to tattoo only a string of patterns for herself,

"Of course not!" said the old man angrily, "the weapon fusion is on the inside of the arm!

"That's the black forehead painting," Fighama said stupidly, and then everyone realized that what he said seemed to have some sense, because the pattern on Leon's arm and the pattern on the black forehead were like a continuation of the same set of patterns.

"No," Black Forehead simply denied, but he was also very curious, so he reached out to touch the fine black patterns,

"Be careful!" Picasso screamed on the side, and with his shout, several translucent spikes emerged from Leon's fist, silently joining together to form a scimitar, and struck at Blackfront's hand, which made Blackfront's hand retract violently, and the speed was not clear at all, but even so, the back of his hand was cut a little skin.

"Ahh

No one noticed that the trace of blood left on the tip of the knife on the black forehead was instantly absorbed by the metal.

"Huh, stupid boy!" Picasso jumped to his feet and struck Leon on the head with his little fist, "Can you come up with such a turtle weapon!"

"Ahh

"Fool! Your illusion in the wind is a weapon to appear by imagination, and if you think of a scimitar, then it can only be a broken knife!" Picasso's white beard began to fly again, his dream was an epic weapon, and it must not be ruined by Lyon's wooden mind!

"Oh, is that so?" Leon looked up in front of his eyes, and then everyone was dazzled to see a pile of things emerge from his hands.

First there were the more regular daggers and long thorns, then the triangular forks and fish knives, then the circular saws like the Flower Spirits and Keane's favorite steel claws, and then the more outrageous, melon hammers, hollow chisels, screw drills, rows of axe blades, pointed chains, and ...... Even the huge occlusal teeth that can be attacked with two hands, and the three defensive weapons that turn into small shields of different shapes when held together,

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Boy, you're not bad!" Picasso became excited, as a four-star weapon fusion master, he had never praised anyone, but this time it was different, this weapon was unpredictable and flexible in Leon's hands, he liked this stinky boy too much!

"Why do you use a crossbow?" Piros couldn't help but ask on the side, he was also shocked by these rich weapons, and even had a sour feeling in his heart, the basis of this weapon is his own creativity, but in Picasso's hands, it can be tempered to such an extent, and it can be transformed according to the nerve reflexes of the brain, which is too awesome and too ...... Let him be out of reach.

Leon didn't squeak, he focused on changing the weapon in his hand, the first time the weapon was activated was the best time to feel the energy of the weapon, he fully exerted his imagination, all the things he had seen, never seen, longed for, and even the powerful guys in the dream, all of them were stimulated, at this moment, he had a delicate crossbow in his hand, which was a weapon that all bone inspirers had never imagined, because they couldn't launch the metal that belonged to a part of their body, and the cost of that attack was too great.

However, Leon remembered such a delicate crossbow, with a smooth arc like a deer's antlers, and an empty firing slot.

Everyone stopped talking, and looked at Leon's crossbow with bated breath, equally unable to understand what he was going to fire.

In the silence, you can hear the restless roar of the big stomach outside the restless iron sheet, and you can also hear the friction of a few needle-piercing wolves, Leon's nose tip oozes sweat slightly, finally, he moved, his left hand is in front, his right hand hooks the elastic metal string, and a black swirl flows out between his fingers, quickly forming a small black arrowhead, which is violently launched by the metal crossbow!

"Grass!" roared Figama, pointing excitedly at a hole pierced by the black arrow, unable to express his excitement any longer. All along, the fat man and Locke Dorgi kept silent about Leon's black fog, because the attack on the battle ash was short-lived, and after that, Leon didn't seem to remember that he had sent out a black spear, and it was strangely wrapped around Tuoba Rust's body, killing the powerful character who even had no intention of resisting the flower charm. They agreed that the attack was just a miracle, but today, the fat man saw that black fog again, and it was launched in Leon's conscious state.

"Good! Great! You can even control 'qi', amazing imagination!" Picasso was so excited that he jumped up again and knocked Leon on the head.

"Boy, name this great weapon, it's your honor."

Leon rubbed his head, which had been beaten by Picasso's small hammer-like fist, looked at Piros, who was standing silently on the side, and smiled very brightly at him:

"Then follow the name of Piros and change only one word, let's call it Phantom in the Wind!"