Chapter 167: White Dew
Smelling the smell of medicine emanating from the plaster, Ye Canghai couldn't help but sigh a little.
It is estimated that his own strength has improved, so the jackpot system rewards the real product.
After all, this virtual reward is not as strong as the physical one, otherwise, you will save some points when you spend money directly on the banknote, and you will be very heroic and not heartbroken at all.
However, when it comes to the repayment date, I will cry my father and call my mother.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Ye Canghai put the plaster on his nose and sniffed it before putting it away.
Below, there were constantly figures bouncing into his body, and Ye Canghai was practicing the 'Extinction Knife Technique'.
Three hours later, Ye Canghai had already learned, but he was just short of fire and actual combat experience.
"The peachwood knife is destroyed, why don't you reward a god sword, for example, a full moon scimitar, a dragon slayer knife or something......"
This guy couldn't help but mutter, because a weapon without a liner couldn't exert the power of the extermination sword technique.
"The Dragon Slayer Knife is there, but it can only be destroyed when it reaches the Divine Void Realm. You can't even open the tower door now, what qualifications do you have to delusionally dream of the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife?" The system seemed to understand Ye Canghai's thoughts, and the blue light flashed, and the words on the bronze gate showed up again.
"Then let's take the almost, for example, the full moon scimitar?" Ye Canghai muttered again.
"They're on the same level. The system flashed again.
"Don't you have the knife I can use now?" Ye Canghai shouted angrily.
"Yes! Once you enter the pagoda, you can choose your own. However, it is to be exchanged for the rank equivalent of the wicked person killed. The higher the level of the wicked and the higher their skills, the more powerful you can get in exchange. However, the premise is that you have to enter the pagoda first. ”
"Cut! Ye Canghai snorted.
"Forget it, this one seems to be scrap, let's play with it. The system came out again, and then a black thing flew out.
Ye Canghai hurriedly took it, and when he saw it, he almost blew his lungs.
"What's the use of this rusty broken piece of iron, Lao Tzu will bring me a carriage if you want it. ”
Ye Canghai is indeed very angry, it is indeed wasted, it is just a piece of broken iron, which is also covered with green rust spots, and it is estimated that it is dirty to pick up the rags in the garbage heap. Because, steel fell, and now scrap iron is not worth much.
"Frog at the bottom of the well!" was revealed again. Moreover, the word was still distorted, as if it was mocking Ye Canghai.
"Who are you talking about?" Ye Canghai asked angrily.
"Isn't that just you, boy, heard of the 'Snow Drink Crazy Knife'?"
"Who is the test? Isn't it the Nie family's heirloom knife, the knife is three feet and seven inches long, and it is said that it is still the "white dew" that Nuwa has left over from the sky. Of course, that's just a legend, and Nuwa doesn't exist at all. Ye Canghai snorted.
"Well, you're not hopelessly stupid. That's right, it's the 'Bloodthirsty Knife'. ”
"Isn't it a liar, is this a snow drinking madness?"
"Of course it is, but the Nie family's 'snow' is snow, and this is the 'blood' of blood.
This is a growing knife, the more refined the blood of the wicked you kill, the more blood energy this knife absorbs, the faster the knife will grow.
Now, although it is just a scrap of iron, in fact, this is the Origin Knife, the first embryo.
And what you have to do now is to keep killing evil, sucking blood, and refining this knife.
If it grows, it will definitely not lose to the Snow Drink Maniac Knife.
Because, it is 'white dew'. ”
"Aren't I an ironsmith now?"
"This metaphor is quite vivid, yes, you are an 'iron' striker. A knife that has been trained by oneself is easier than any magic weapon. Knives are used to kill, just liner your hands. Otherwise, if it's not easy, no matter how powerful the divine soldier is, it won't suit you. ”
"Seemingly, there is some truth. Ye Canghai nodded.
"If you don't believe it, you feed it some blood first. Then knock it out, and the broken iron can be deformed. ”
"You mean I can hammer it into a knife in my mind?"
"If you can't do it all at once, you can knock out a primordial embryo.
Of course, if you insist on making it look like a knife all at once, you will probably have to feed all the blood on your body.
Moreover, it is not clear whether it is enough.
Of course, you have to feed it at least a little blood, because this is a drop of blood. ”
"Okay!"
Ye Canghai suddenly became interested, and unceremoniously punched himself in the chest. Porphyry, a large mouthful of blood sprayed on the scrap metal.
"What are you doing?"
"I heard that the essence blood of the heart can feed the knife the most, since you want to feed it, of course you have to use good blood. Ye Canghai is right.
"Stupid!" the system lit up two words and dimmed.
Jingle Bell!
Ye Canghai picked up the stones and began to strike iron, he had played clay figures on the earth before, so he did it in this way.
This knife is handsome!
The knife should be sharp.
The knife should be ......
Ye Canghai thought about it as he tapped it.
However, it was so hard that it couldn't be deformed at all after a while.
There must be not enough blood, come again......
Ye Canghai fed it some blood again.
It's really a spiritual thought, and it can be beaten and deformed again.
After two hours, Ye Canghai hurried to die, and if he fed it again, it was estimated that he would have to die here.
But this scrap metal doesn't look like a knife at all, let alone a knife, and you can't even see the shape of the knife.
This guy was unwilling in his heart, rolled his eyes, and shouted outward:
"Qi Zhao, hurry up. ”
"Captain, what's the matter?" Qi Zhao hurriedly ran over.
"Here, get some blood and feed me the knife. Ye Canghai said.
Qi Zhao also said two words, and directly cut himself with a knife, dripping several large drops of blood onto the knife.
Ye Canghai clanged again.
"One more. ”
Qi Zhao squeezed the blood again.
Not enough......
Summoning and dripping.
"Again, again, again, you see, the knife is deformed. Ye Canghai shouted excitedly.
"Big ...... My lord...... I can't feed it anymore, it's dying. Hearing Qi Zhao's hoarse voice, Ye Canghai turned his head and was stunned.
I saw Qi Zhao's face pale, obviously dying because of excessive blood loss.
"I'm sorry. ”
"Big ...... My lord, I still have it, and I can still squeeze some of it. Qi Zhao struggled and threw a fierce punch to his chest, and a large mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the knife.
"Well, Qi Zhao, you're good. I really can't do it, just a little bit more. Ye Canghai nodded, Ding Dingdang.
However, Qi Zhao's face was as dead as ashes.
It's over, it's going to kill someone.
"Bleed, you see, the blade is coming out. Ye Canghai shouted excitedly.
Another puddle of blood sprayed on the knife, and Ye Canghai whipped it excitedly.
Ding Ding Dangdang......
"Hahaha, it's done, there's finally a knife. Otherwise, others will think that I am holding a piece of broken iron. Ye Canghai smiled happily.
When I turned my head, I was dumbfounded. Because, Qi Zhao was already lying on the ground, dying.
"I forgot to remind you just now that since the black jade intermittent ointment can live and die people, flesh and bones, of course it has super blood-forming ability. The bronze door was written again.
"Don't say it earlier!" Ye Canghai complained, quickly tore it open, and pasted it on Qi Zhao.
Soon, red air masses began to glow on Qi Zhao's body.
The next moment, Qi Zhao's whole body was full of red mist.
Crackling!
Qi Zhao roared, and with one palm, a bucket-thick tree not far away split him in the air.
"Hahaha, triple. I'm finally making the cut!" Qi Zhao laughed wildly, his spirits lifted, and he still looked like he had lost a little too much blood.
Well, it's stronger than Lao Tzu, it's a congenital triple......
Ye Canghai took it to heart, and quickly tore a sticker for himself.
The red mist is also coming, and the hard work is also on the table.
However, except that the qi and blood are more vigorous than before, there seems to be no other feeling, and there is definitely no breakthrough.