Wang Dali took the baby wrapped in cloth, nodded thankfully to the midwife who was lying on the kang, and looked at his daughter-in-law who was sweating profusely and pale, and was speechless.

"Hold it and I'll take a look. ”

Zhang Cuicui said weakly to the stupid Wang Dali.

"Hey!"

Wang Dali replied and walked into the house with his daughter.

Placing the baby girl next to her mother, the baby suddenly stopped crying and giggled.

Zhang Cuicui looked at her daughter with gentle eyes, turned her head and said to Wang Dali: "Let's give my daughter a milk name first!"

Wang Dali grabbed his head and thought about it, looked at the three people in the room and said with a simple smile: "This little baby waited for eleven months to be born, let's call her Wang Eleven." ”

Wang Dali stretched out his rough fingers and gently pinched the baby girl's face and said softly: "Little Eleven, is it okay to call you Little Eleven?"

The little baby seemed to understand his father's words, and his little mouth "babbled" and spat out syllables.

The Wang family, the midwife, and the neighbor's sister-in-law also laughed happily when they saw this.

Looking at his newborn daughter, Wang Dali's heart was really happy.

After looking at her daughter carefully, she suddenly seemed to find something wrong, and lifted the corner of the cotton cloth covered by the baby, only to see a red birthmark on the baby's shoulder from the heart to the back.

The midwife was also a little strange when she saw this birthmark, and frowned: "I have delivered so many children, and I have never seen such a strange birthmark." ”

The sister-in-law next to her also echoed: "Yes, I haven't seen it either, it's really strange..."

As if sensing everyone's scrutinizing eyes, the little baby suddenly cried again, so frightened that Wang Dali hurriedly retracted his thoughts and coaxed his daughter.

And the midwife and the neighbor's sister-in-law also began to scramble to help clean up the house, leaving the birthmark behind.

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After shaving the corpse of the dragon, the fat monk selected a small half of the best dragon scales and wrapped them and handed them to Ye Feng, and finally put the dragon bones and other materials into his storage bottle.

After everything was cleaned up, the fat monk took off the water bladder and handed it to Ye Feng, explaining: "It's a pity that the dragon tendon was broken by me, otherwise with these materials, I will definitely be able to make a medium-grade magic weapon." You can also drink a few sips of this dragon blood, I know that you are a dual cultivation of body and qi, and this blood can temper your physical cultivation. ”

The fat monk stretched out the water bag in his hand to Ye Feng, and his expression could not be refused.

Ye Feng didn't twist either, took the water bag and poured it up.

The young man only felt that with the entrance of the dragon's blood, his limbs and hundreds of bones were immediately filled with a strong and domineering force, and there was a tingling and warm feeling in his body, which was very comfortable, so he couldn't help but raise his head and take another sip.

Seeing this, the fat monk hurriedly stopped, and kindly instructed: "Don't worry, slow down, and your current cultivation realm, you can only drink three sips at most, and your body will not be able to bear it if you have more!"

Ye Feng stopped his movements when he heard this, clenched his fists with both hands, felt the power brought to him by Jiaolong's blood, slowed down, and raised his head to take a sip again.

After drinking the dragon's blood, Ye Feng returned the water bag to the fat monk.

Just as he was about to speak, the young man felt a tingling pain in the muscles of his whole body from the inside out, and he staggered, knelt on one knee, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

Seeing this, the fat monk hurriedly pinned the water bag to his waist and ran over to support Ye Feng, put his right hand on the young man's back, and poured his true qi into the young man's body.

I tried it several times, and it was the same result.

The fat monk raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his bald head, looking anxious, "You kid is so strange, I want to use true qi to help you dredge your muscles and veins but I can't pour true qi into your body at all, there is always a powerful force to stop me, you can only hold it yourself!"

Ye Feng squeezed out a smile at the fat monk, nodded, and rolled on the ground in pain after standing up for a while.

The fat monk was so anxious that he kept turning around, but he couldn't do anything and couldn't help.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Feng was weak and lay flat on the ground, gradually quieted down, and tried to raise his arm, but the young man still felt a tingling pain all over his body, and he couldn't lift up any strength.

"Whew~"

Ye Feng took a long breath, closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, "Fatty, my physical cultivation is in the four realms." ”

The fat monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and when he reacted and saw that Ye Feng was no longer in trouble, he put his fat-headed and big-eared head in front of Ye Feng, and teased: "You kid can, you can be promoted to cultivation by drinking two mouthfuls of dragon blood, if you kill more big beasts in the future, wouldn't it be just around the corner for the Yuan Baby?"

No wonder the fat monk was surprised, usually the monk drinking the blood of the fierce beast can only strengthen the body, and it cannot play a role in improving cultivation, but Ye Feng just drank a few sips of Jiaolong and advanced, which made the fat monk really a little surprised and a little envious.

Ye Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and gestured twice at the fat monk, "If I arrive at the Yuanying Realm, I will be the first to beat you up." ”

When the fat monk heard this, he didn't say a word, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to compare with Ye Feng, so frightened that Ye Feng hurriedly dodged sideways, and at the same time waved his hand, and looked at the fat monk's bald head, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", and the fat monk's brain was full of red slap prints.

"Hey!"

The fat monk grinned and shouted, shaking the fat and rushing towards Ye Feng, and the two immediately scuffled together, "Monkey steals peaches!" "Catch the milk dragon claw!"

After a crazy fuss, Ye Feng and the fat monk stopped at the same time counting "one, two, three" in their mouths, rested for a while, found some branches together to make a bonfire, and took out some jerky from the back basket to roast the meat.

Looking at Ye Feng, a young man who was squatting by the fire and concentrating on barbecue, the fat monk greedily sniffed the aroma of barbecue and wiped the saliva on the side of his mouth, "In the future, I will learn your barbecue technique, and wherever I go, I don't have to worry about being hungry." ”

Ye Feng flipped the barbecue in his hand when he heard this, and replied with a smile: "This is my ancestral secret recipe, you foodie, you can only learn the skin, not the essence." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small packet of oiled paper from his arms, pinched a small pinch of spice and sprinkled it on the jerky.

The fat monk didn't refute, blinked his eyes and thought for a while, held his big belly, sat on the ground with great effort, supported his hands behind him, and pretended to say casually: "Ye Feng, otherwise..... You follow me and be a personal cook for me, and when I am fine, I can teach you some Dharma. ”

Ye Feng's movements on his hand paused, turned his head and looked at the fat monk seriously, and his tone was sincere, "Fat man, thank you, but I still want to experience alone, if I am with you, it will only make me dependent on you." ”

The young man looked up at the night sky above his head, as if he was saying to himself: "The chicks hiding under the wings of the mother bird will never grow, I want to find my own sword heart in this red dust and be a real swordsman." ”

Ye Feng lowered his head and continued to roast the jerky, sneering in his mouth, as if he was laughing at his own inadequacy.

The fat monk no longer insisted, moved to Ye Feng with his round body with both hands, picked up a piece of barbecue meat with a tree branch, and tasted it.

After eating the barbecue in two bites, the fat monk patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, "What should I do in a while?"

Ye Feng also sat on the ground, looked in the direction of Eye Tree City, and took a deep breath, "Hey~ No, I want to find a place to make a piece of soft armor with dragon scales, you can go back by yourself." ”

As he spoke, the young man took off the golden silk soft armor in his padded jacket again, handed it to the fat monk, and continued to add: "You help me return this software to Miss Li, just tell her that this time, I Ye Feng wrote it down, and he will be rewarded in the future." ”

Ye Feng leaned back, lay on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking, letting the dried barbecue be simmering with oil.

The fat monk stared at the young man for a while, grabbed the barbecue meat and bit it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Cheng! Then I will leave first, if you want to make soft armor, you will go to Dawan City in the east, there is a blacksmith named Cui Qi in the city, and his skills are very good." In the future, if you enter the Great Perfection realm, you must remember to inform the Buddha and me!"

After saying that, the fat monk Zixuan turned around and walked down the mountain with his round body, leaving Ye Feng alone lying quietly on the grass in the forest.

Yuan Bao, who was squatting in the back basket, saw the fat monk gradually walking away, jumped out of the back basket and crawled towards Ye Feng, scolding and scolding: "Dead fat man! I actually took away all the jerky! I am not afraid of dying!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng, a young man lying on the ground, jumped up, grabbed the chubby toad ingot, threw it into the back basket, put the back basket behind him, picked up the Xuanjiao wrapped in a black cloth, and walked towards the outside of the woods.

"Stinky boy, dare to lose your Uncle Yuanbao?"

Yuan Bao showed the frog's head from the back basket and questioned dissatisfiedly.

Seeing that Ye Feng completely ignored himself, Yuan Bao hurriedly softened his tone and changed his words: "Boss Ye Feng, where are we going?"

"Dawan City!"

Ye Feng replied succinctly, and his steps were a little faster.

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Dawan City is a very small city in the Jin Kingdom, not even one-tenth of the Divine Tree City.

But such a small city has forged weapons and armor that occupy forty percent of the Jin army, just because every household in the city makes a living by striking iron, and the ancestral practice methods of the major families are also based on the cheats of striking iron.

There is a middle-aged man named Cui Qi in the city, and his ability to cast armor is even more unique, and the major gangs that came here have broken through the threshold and squeezed their heads, and even fought in order to come first and then come, just to let the blacksmith Cui Qi make a suit of armor for himself.

But most of these people were rejected by Cui Qi, because he had an unwritten rule, unless anyone could come up with the materials they were interested in, they wouldn't bother to pay attention to it even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came.

It is worth mentioning that the four gates of this Dawan City and the city are all heavily guarded, and the soldiers stationed are all top soldiers selected from the elite army of the Jin Kingdom, the 'Scimitar Lang', and the minimum is also above the six realms of physical training, and ordinary people cannot enter it at all.

Even if some big gangs enter the city by virtue of their connections, they don't dare to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and they have to trade carefully with their tails between their legs.

This also made Cui Qi's temper strange, but no one dared to touch a single hair on his Cui Qi in this Dawan City.