Ye Qianqiu's decision, Wei Lingkong did not have a trace of opinion. When leaving the mountain gate, Nangong Zhenren explained that the whole party had to listen to Ye Qianqiu. If it weren't for Ye Qianqiu's injury medicine, he really didn't know when his injury would be healed.

Besides, Chiaki is still injured.

Wei Lingkong, who had recovered his speed and was already able to get up and walk, never left Ye Qianqiu's gaze.

The only downside is that Chiaki has been busy lately.

Wei Lingkong was a little stunned, since he was able to get up from the bed, Ye Qianqiu had no time to take care of him, she had been building gloves in the casting room.

For the first time, Wei Lingkong felt that Mengjun's fist gloves were too big. Chiaki's hand is still hurting!

Mengjun is actually quite wronged, although he is a little rude, he still has eyesight. Ye Qianqiu's hand injury became like that, even if he was in a hurry to use his fist gloves, he would not let her use the injury to cast a weapon for himself.

Moreover, Mengjun felt that his fist gloves were really not in a hurry.

However, this is not that the fierce monarch said that he is not in a hurry and is not in a hurry. Because Ye Qianqiu personally asked to work overtime to build boxing gloves, Ye Qianqiu seemed to be more anxious than Mengjun.

The temperature in the casting room is very high, and the fire leaf Chiaki of the Fierce Monarch is not needed. The earthfire brought back from the lava mountain is enough to forge fists for the Fierce King.

Fierce Jun was standing next to the casting furnace, a little worried. Because Ye Qianqiu's casting method is different from his.

Ordinary casting methods can't change the shape of the black shards, and Mengjun has tried countless times for this.

But Ye Qianqiu let him open the door to a new world, and Ye Qianqiu's spiritual power was actually able to change the shape of the fragments.

The fire of the casting furnace was not extinguished for ten consecutive days. Ten days later, Ye Qianqiu took out a pair of fists from the ice water.

The gloves are a single piece of forbidden book with patterns engraved on it. The Fierce King was also a knowledgeable person, and he could see that the pattern was the same as the pattern of the fragment he had gotten.

happily took the fist gloves handed over by Ye Qianqiu, and a smile appeared on Mengjun's face.

"This fist glove is so good-looking, your Terran hands are more clever than Lao Tzu. Mengjun smiled and said: "In this way, Lao Tzu invites you to drink!"

After a pause, Mengjun seemed to remember something, touched his head, and then changed his words: "Lao Tzu forgot, girl, you can't drink, it's okay, that kid's injury is almost better, Lao Tzu invited him to drink!"

Ye Qianqiu had no chance to refuse, Mengjun had already carried his fist gloves and happily walked out of the casting room.

Ye Qianqiu lowered his head, and on the casting table, there were still several fragments. These fragments are superfluous. Mengjun is a person who does what he says, and he said that he would give her all the extra materials to Ye Qianqiu.

Looking at the fragments on the casting table, Ye Qianqiu took a breath, and then took out the sword that he hadn't had time to give Wei Lingkong before.

The thin sword is very sharp, but it lacks hardness. For the female friar, the soft sword is better to use, but the male monk's weapon should indeed be more domineering.

Wei Lingkong is a standard male monk, and now this sword is indeed not suitable for him.

The black metal, which was extremely difficult to exercise in the eyes of Mengjun, was in Ye Qianqiu's hands, but it was wantonly rounded and flattened. The black metal finally turned into a pattern and injected into Wei Lingkong's blade. The original tough sword has a stronger structure after having a patterned skeleton.

However, this sword is a little coquettish.

Holding the quenched sword, Ye Qianqiu was still hesitating, if this was for Wei Lingkong, would he like it?

In the past, Ye Qianqiu would not have thought about this problem.

When Ye Qianqiu was casting the sword, Wei Lingkong kept looking at it. On days without a sword, his true personal state is not right.

Therefore, after seeing Ye Qianqiu forging a sword for himself, Wei Lingkong finally had hope.

The sword is a bit fancy. Seeing the quenched sword, Wei Lingkong's first reaction was to feel that the sword was fancy. The disciples of Xuantian Pavilion use the most simple swords, and no one has inlaid patterns on their blades.

However, Wei Lingkong didn't think the pattern was ugly, in his eyes, what Qianqiu gave himself must be the best.

Therefore, when he saw Ye Qianqiu's hesitant eyes, Wei Lingkong made a very decisive decision. Rushed into the casting room, and in Ye Qianqiu's surprise, snatched the sword.

"Stunned, what are you doing?" Ye Qianqiu was speechless.

And don't grab his sword, why is he so nervous?

"I like this sword very much. Wei Lingkong held the sword and didn't want to let go: "Qianqiu did it, I like it." ”

Just from the appearance, Wei Lingkong couldn't see the benefits of this sword except for fancy, and when he started holding the sword, Wei Lingkong felt the domineering of this sword.

Ye Qianqiu's recast sword was more suitable for him than his previous sword. This sword was not a longsword of the Xuantian Pavilion, but a sword forged specifically for him.

Ye Qianqiu blushed, followed by two coughs. I like it, I'm stunned, this is too direct.

The sword that Wei Lingkong likes, Ye Qianqiu also likes: "It was originally a sword forged for you, and it is best if you like nature." ”

Hearing Ye Qianqiu say this, Wei Lingkong was relieved. The hand holding the sword slowly let go, and then I saw that Ye Qianqiu's hand, which was still bandaged, touched the hilt of the sword from the top of the sword along the black skeleton: "Second stunned, if you break this sword, I will be really angry." ”

Wei Lingkong hurriedly shook his head.

The two looked at each other, then laughed at the same time.

Ye Qianqiu recast the sword for Wei Lingkong, and it took a lot of time. By the time the sword was given to Wei in the air, it was already late at night.

The two walked out of the foundry room side by side and walked towards the accommodation assigned to them by Bai Zhao. Before they had gone far, the eagle banshee had already blocked the way of the two with a sturdy male banshee.

Ye Qianqiu tilted his head.

Wei Lingkong subconsciously touched the sword.

The banshee was quite familiar with Ye Qianqiu, and after stopping Ye Qianqiu, she directly pulled Ye Qianqiu's arm and walked in the other direction. In the process of pulling, the banshee was very careful to avoid Ye Qianqiu's hands.

Ye Qianqiu was forced to follow the banshee and walked all the way to the place where the banshee had gone on a blind date before. Looking at this door, Ye Qianqiu was very hesitant.

Although Wei Lingkong was by his side, Bai Zhao said that this is a place for the demon clan to rob relatives, so do you want to be a reserve of food.

Just as Ye Qianqiu hesitated, Wei Lingkong in the back was directly swept in by the banshee's companions.

Immediately after, a roar erupted in the room.

The banshee was in a hurry, dragged Ye Qianqiu and carried her in. And all the way to the very center of the room.

In the center of the room, there was still a fire, but by the fire, it was not the young banshee who was waiting, but the fierce king.

The fierce monarch is still in the same shape as before, and there are many wine jars around him. Ye Qianqiu glanced around, and all the demon cultivators in the room were holding the wine jar.

The smell of wine filled the whole room, and the demons were lively, could it be a drinking party? Ye Qianqiu, who looked puzzled, was placed opposite the fierce monarch by the banshee, and next to him was Wei Lingkong, who was pressed by the male banshee.

"Come, drink!" Mengjun brought a wine jar to Wei Lingkong.

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