Shadow Dance and Light Spirit, as well as Regan and the others who came to be lazy, gathered outside the refining room, listening to the movement inside through the broken wooden door, and everyone was ready to rush in at any time to save people.

An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed, until everyone was about to fall asleep when a series of wild laughter came from inside the refining room. When Amy, who got the news, rushed into the refining room first, she saw Wang Yong with a black face sitting on the pitted ground, and a small silver sword that gave people an illusory and unreal feeling was hovering around Wang Yong's body quickly, and this small sword kept sprinkling a little starlight in the circling flight, which looked very good.

Wang Yong, who was smirking, saw Amy and the others approaching, and hurriedly put away the flying sword that was protecting him so as not to hurt them. Standing up, Wang Yong, who was full of black face and messy hair, smiled and opened his arms, hugged Amy into his arms, and said with an excited smile on his face: "It's successful, it's finally successful, it's so fucking not easy." ”

Amy was hugged by Wang Yong domineeringly in public, glanced at Wang Yong with disgust, and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe Wang Yong's black face with great distress, the gentleness and thoughtfulness she showed were really envious of others.

The little girl jumped to Wang Yong's side lightly, took one of Wang Yong's hands and said coquettishly: "Boss, where is the beautiful little sword just now?

Wang Yong smiled, but as soon as his mind moved, the flying sword that had just disappeared appeared half a meter in front of Wang Yong, suspended in mid-air and motionless. Qing Ling blinked his eyes and looked at the motionless silver flying sword, and asked with curiosity on his face: "Boss, why is this little sword different from just now?" I saw that there was a small point of light around it just now. ”

Wang Yong smiled slightly, and made a magic decision, and suddenly, the flying sword that looked ordinary just now suddenly became magnificent, shaking everyone had to squint.

The brilliance faded, and the flying sword in everyone's sight once again turned into an illusory and illusory appearance. Dots of starlight flickered around it, like the night sky that had shrunk countless times, real and unreachable.

Qingling was almost stunned, and after a while, he jumped and jumped with his little hand to Wang Yong's flying sword and said, "Boss, boss, take it down and let me see." Wang Yong rubbed his light little head, and beckoned to Fei just with a sword, and the flying sword, which was originally suspended in the air and motionless, fell steadily into Wang Yong's hand as if it was pulled by an invisible force.

Wang Yong held a flying sword. With a smug face, he said to Qingling: "How is it? Beautiful, right?" Qingling stared straight at the small sword in Wang Yong's hand, and nodded vigorously.

Wang Yong smiled and instructed: "Be careful, don't get scratched, the guy is very sharp." After speaking, he carefully handed the flying sword to the light spirit.

Qingling snatched the flying sword handed by Wang Yong and held it in his hand, looked at it curiously, and raised a hand again, grabbing it like the starlight of the flying sword flashing, but he couldn't catch anything, and he grinned lightly in anger. Reagan and the others also gathered around at this time. Seeing that Wang Yong was not injured and that there were people around him to take care of him, they all gathered around Qingling and carefully looked at the flying sword in Qingling's hand. Then there was a burst of point-and-finger criticism.

Qingling felt that he had become the focus, and he was very proud in his heart, and reached out to grasp the hilt of the flying sword less than a foot long, and gestured a few times at the vacancy. But because of these few unintentional waves, it attracted a burst of exclamations from the onlookers, and even the lightness of the initiator couldn't help but stand on the spot.

Just. Under the light swing of the flying sword, in a short distance of less than one meter, it seemed that countless small swords appeared out of thin air, flying and circling at various weird angles, and it was impossible to identify which one was the real body of the flying sword, and even the light spirit holding the flying sword could not feel it.

Wang Yong pulled Amy and Shadow Dance, came to Qingling's side with a smug face, and said to everyone with a show off: "This flying sword is not just beautiful, let's let you guys who don't know how much it really is." As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the flying sword returned to Wang Yong's body.

Then, Wang Yong said to Qingling: "Little girl, find a few strong shields and put them in the corner." ”

Qingling nodded, quickly ran to the corner of the wall not far away, and took out a round shield made of 100 steels from the Spirit Void Ring and put it against the wall. However, Qingling felt that it was not enough, so he rummaged for a while, took out a few tattered heavy shields and put them down, then nodded with satisfaction, ran back to Wang Yong's side, and looked at the small sword in front of Wang Yong with an expectant face.

Wang Yong first cocked his arrogant chin for a while, and after receiving a burst of disdain from everyone, he pointed to the flying sword, and then pointed to the three shields stacked in the corner of the wall.

In the eyes of everyone, the flying sword turned into a streamer under Wang Yong's command, and carried countless phantoms that instantly appeared in front of the shield, and then passed through it silently, without making a sound.

When the phantom and Huaguang dispersed, everyone was surprised to find that the flying sword that was supposed to be in the corner of the wall had returned to Wang Yong's body at some point, as if what they had just seen was just an illusion, and the flying sword did not leave Wang Yong's body at all.

Qing Ling looked at the flying sword in front of Wang Yong, then turned his head to look at the shield in the corner of the wall and the obvious hole on it, swallowed his saliva and rushed to the shield, moving the two layers of heavy shields outside to see the strongest hundred steel round shield inside.

When Light Ling picked up the round shield, the clearly visible hole on it appeared in front of everyone's eyes, causing a burst of exclamation and disbelief.

The material of 100 steel is definitely the top on today's road, and ordinary weapons have no way to take it, and the armor made of 100 steel, even in the face of a giant crossbow fired by a heavy ballista, can be resisted under normal circumstances, at most, the person wearing the 100 steel armor can't withstand the huge impact force and is knocked away, and basically will not be shot through by the giant crossbow. And now, the shield made of the best hundred steels was easily pierced by a flying sword of a size, and the break was very smooth, obviously not playing the slightest role in blocking.

Wang Yong smiled proudly and said, "How is it?

nodded lightly, pulled the corner of Wang Yong's clothes, and said with an expectant face: "Boss, you can also help me make such a flying sword." Wang Yong's face turned red when he heard this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Originally, there were five or six materials for refining magic weapon-level flying swords in Wang Yong's hands, but after a few accidents, several main materials had been consumed, and the flying sword in Wang Yong's hand was also successful in the last refining.

Shadow Dance glared at Qing Ling with disgust and said, "You don't see how hard and dangerous it is to refine this flying sword, don't mess around with Qing Ling." "Qingling thinks about it, these days outside the door every day worrying, if you do it again? Qingling decisively gave up the previous idea, the beautiful flying sword and Wang Yong's safety, between the two, Qingling chose the latter without hesitation. (To be continued......)