Tie Qi thought that he was not an irritable person, otherwise he would not have been able to hear Liu Mu's reprimand for so long. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info But since I entered this cool place, I've always wanted to get angry for some reason. No, it's because since I met Hu Yanluo, I have always been angry with Hu Yanluo, and I will be angry every time. This may be the way I and the old man are in control, otherwise how can I explain it.

"I'm too lazy to bother with you concubine!" Hu Yanluo disdained the angry iron banner and said.

Hu Yanluo's words made Tie Qi even more annoyed, and he immediately raised his fist and prepared to beat him, which relieved the evil breath in his heart. But before he could use his internal strength, Liu Mu's cold voice came into his ears: "Tieqi, stop!" After scolding a few words in his heart, Tieqi walked to the side and sat down angrily.

"Master doesn't need to prepare something?" Liu Mu's voice interrupted Hu Yanluo, who was still there proudly, he looked down on Hu Yanluo's face, even if he knew that Hu Yanluo's deliberate component was relatively large, he still couldn't accept it. Just like parents can't see their children being bullied, Liu Mu is a master of calf protection.

Hu Yanluo didn't care about Liu Mu's tone, he reached out and patted the skin on his waist, and said in a proud tone: "Things have long been ready to live, just wait for your heart's blood, don't let me wait too long!"

"Master rest assured, let a few of me get pregnant, and then bother!" Liu Mu saw that Hu Yanluo was ready, and he didn't delay, so he led the stone iron flag into an empty tent with no one.

There are only so many casting processes in the world, such as forging, planing, filing, polishing, inlay, quenching, steel grinding, etc. Even the world-famous Streamer Sword, which is a Qingfeng forged from meteoric iron outside the sky, cannot escape this manufacturing process. But the cast iron process of Hu Yanluo and none of these have a side, it is still like a ghost drawing, hiding from everyone and not knowing what has been added, and it is green and evil.

"Iron Banner, I and the stone will have to rely on you in the future, don't overdo it. Liu Mu re-admonished with some unease.

After an afternoon of pranayama, Liu Mu weighed for a long time and felt that he still couldn't take too much risk, because the stone itself did not cultivate internal breathing, so there was no big problem with physical weakness. It's not a big deal to give up your internal strength, your spiritual cultivation is still there, and your strength can't drop much. But the iron flag is different, the cultivation of the whole body is all in the internal force, without the internal force is almost the same as a wasted person, if the individual is left behind, this person will be considered a waste. After thinking about it, he decided that Iron Banner would minimize the output of his heart's blood, and he would take the lead.

"Don't worry, young master, the weight of the Iron Banner Province. Tieqi slapped his chest with a resolute face, this kind of thing is not allowed to be joked.

After Liu Mu nodded at the iron flag, he walked towards Huyanluo, who was already impatient, and the momentum was a little thicker with each step, and when he reached Huyanluo, he was like carrying Mount Tai, his face was red, his eyes were bloodshot, he raised his right hand with difficulty, and patted it on his chest without hesitation. "Boom!" Like a mountain collapsing, Liu Mu's entire aura suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a languishing old man. took a big gulp and spit at the glowing green wine jar, mixed with the heartfelt blood of the pure aroma, and the red was terrifying.

Liu Mu, who spit out a few mouthfuls, shook his face with frost white, his eyes were dimmed to the extreme, and he staggered towards the cotton tent. When the sweat gushed out all over his body, Liu Mu seemed to be ten years old, and there was no more internal force on his body. As if weightless, his body was so weak that he fell to the ground and fainted.

Shi, who had never cultivated any internal strength, vomited two mouthfuls of blood easily, and his face was a little pale, and he couldn't see any sequelae. Tie Qi glanced at it a few times with some concern, and after seeing that there was nothing serious, he walked towards Hu Yanluo, who looked solemn. Raised his big hand and took a picture of the atrium, a mouthful of blood had come out, and after shaking his body for a few minutes, Tieqi didn't feel too bad except for being a little hungry.

Thinking of Liu Mu's previous state, Tie Qi didn't care about giving Hu Yanluo a hand, and hurriedly walked towards the tent, he needed to take care of Liu Mu. As for knife refining, the dozen or so strong men in three catties are enough to do some physical work, as for whether they will think carefully, Tieqi is really not afraid of this. If it was Liu Mu's most ardent expectation to cast knives at the beginning, then now it has become Hu Yanluo's concern. He vows to forge the strongest divine soldier in the world, but he doesn't allow those who don't enter the stream to make trouble.

Liu Mu was in a coma for three days, and finally woke up after Tieqi almost emptied all the pharmacies in the cool land. The long-bearded old man who looked aggrieved and was scolded by Tie Qi for being a quack doctor did not forget to teach the medicine boy in front of him a lesson after walking far away: "See, this is the sequelae of intemperance, such a serious emptiness at a young age, a lifetime is over!" After speaking, he did not forget to brush his beard, which was not much on his chin.

"Master, is it really that serious? Don't you always prescribe a big supplement for him?" said the twelve or thirteen-year-old medicine boy, a little puzzled.

The old man, who was called the master, shook his head with some pity, and explained in a loud voice: "That big supplement prescription is for the other young man, as for that person, even if the gods go down to earth, it is useless, and he is destined to spend his whole life in bed!"

Tie Qi helped Liu Mu who was lying down to sit up with some worry, and simply sat up, but Liu Mu, who was as strong as a tiger and a bull in the past, coughed loudly, as if he was going to cough out the lobes of his lungs, making his pale face unnaturally stained with a bit of sickly redness.

"Young master, lie down, I'll decoct the medicine. Tie Qi moved gently, lest he accidentally hurt Liu Mu, and whispered.

After a few breaths of relief, Liu Mucai said weakly: "It doesn't work, the doctor's prescription is for stones, I know my own situation." Raising his hand to stop the idea of Tieqi wanting to put it down, Liu Mu couldn't help but cough sharply again. After a while, Liu Mu said loudly: "How is the knife cast?"

"Old man Huyan said that it will be done in a few days!" Tie Qi said after covering the corners of the quilt for Liu Mu slightly, and pulled the brazier closer to Liu Mu not far away.

It was the seventh day of knife casting, and Liu Mu, who was concerned about knife refining, ignored the opposition of the iron banner and forcibly walked out of the cotton tent. With the support of Tieqi, he struggled to come to the stove that was burning with a huge fire, and Liu Mu, who was choked by the smoke and had some coughing, pinched the muscular forearm of Tieqi with his fingers, and suppressed a feeling of discomfort in his chest. For a few days, Huyanluo had eaten and drunk Lazar without leaving the blast furnace, and half of his beard had disappeared, and it was still condensed together, presumably because it was too close to the furnace. The clothes on his body were no longer of their original color, and his red eyes stared unblinkingly, and the two swords in the mold barely looked like knives, and from time to time some liquid from the wine jar was smeared on the iron bars.

"It's done!" Hu Yanluo shouted in surprise and woke up Liu Mu, who was watching attentively. I saw that the iron bars in the mold were smelted and formed under the beckoning of Hu Yanluo from time to time. The appearance is still so ugly that people can't tell it is a knife at a glance. After the shouts of Huyanluo landed, all the residual liquid in the wine jar was poured into the iron bar in the mold, and the flames on the periphery of the mold were extinguished in an instant as if they had met a natural enemy.