Time passed in a hurry, and in the next day, the dark-skinned strong man worked very hard to refine the shield for Zhang Mo, and Zhang Mo did not relax his gaze at him at all.

Finally, with a clear dragon groan, the furnace opened on its own, and a dark dark dragon phantom rose from it, but fortunately there was a magic circle to block it, so it did not leak out.

Then the strong man looked at the newly refined shield with satisfaction, came to Zhang Mo as fast as he could, and handed the shield to Zhang Mo.

"The Dark Dragon's Reverse Scale has been fully integrated into the Wooden Shield, and now the Wooden Shield can activate the Shadow of the Dark Dragon's Shield, and its defense is doubled compared to before, and it is no longer afraid of fire. The strong man explained.

Zhang Mo stretched out his hand to hold the newly refined shield, and looked closely at the crystal clear surface as if it was plated with a layer of dark metal, and at the same time exuded a cold aura, under the infusion of spiritual power, there was immediately a phantom of the dark dragon formed, Zhang Mo believed that as long as he poured spiritual power with all his strength, this phantom could be condensed like a substance, this strong man really refined the shield well, and it was upgraded to a whole level.

"Decent and steady. This shield will be called the Dragon Wood Shield in the future. Zhang Mo had a preliminary evaluation of the strong man in his heart, and at the same time retook the name of the shield.

Then Zhang Mo groaned and said, "I have something here, you have smelled it before, can you help me refine it into a flying sword?"

"Dead wood!" the strong man asked, widening his eyes.

Zhang Mo nodded undeniably, raised his hand and threw out the dead wood, and rushed straight to the strong man.

The strong man's reaction was not slow, and he caught the dead wood in an instant and took a careful look. Then he said excitedly: "Good quality dead wood, hehe." The younger generation is willing to refine for the seniors for free, and only ask the seniors to refine the excess leftovers to the juniors. ”

"Why not. There is a sword here, as long as you refine it into a flying sword, it will also be given to you as a reward. "Zhang Mo naturally won't worry about strong men in small places, if he can refine a flying sword, Zhang Mo will naturally not be stingy, this dark knife is of little use to him, it is better to give it to a dark-skinned strong man.

"Thank you, seniors. The strong man left with the dead wood and the dark knife, and Zhang Mo sat cross-legged again, and began to release his divine sense and shroud the shop.

There had been Nether guards patrolling past the shop. However, he didn't come in, which also made Zhang Mo's heart relax a little.

However, at this time, there was an enemy of Zhang Mo at the gate of the city, the gray-skinned old man, at this time he had a broken arm, his face was gloomy, and he hurried into the city after paying the dark stone.

He came to the city to purchase pills to restore the severed arm of Zhang Mo, the underworld is short of resources, and usually only the city has the pill to connect the severed limbs, but the price is very expensive.

The gray-skinned old man's mood was extremely bad. With his strength, he can be regarded as a figure with a head and a face even in this city, but he was killed by Zhang Mo, not to mention his beloved child, and he was even cut off an arm, and at the same time, he took away the most important scales on his body, the reverse scales.

When I think of this. The gray-skinned old man's eyes showed a monstrous hatred.

But when he thought of Zhang Mo's comprehension of the way of heaven, he was jealous and fearful.

In the end, the gray-skinned old man could only shake his head helplessly. He walked to a familiar shop on the main street to buy a knot pill to restore his severed arm.

However, when entering the main street, the gray-skinned old man's nose suddenly moved. Then there was a look of disbelief in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a fierce murderous intent flashing in his eyes. It was only after a pause for a while, the gray-skinned old man still chose the advanced store to buy the Jie Xuan Dan and reconnect his broken arm before making plans.

And Zhang Mo didn't know that he had been targeted by the gray-skinned old man, at this time he was staring at the strong man's every move with his divine sense, not that he was afraid that the strong man would run away, after the incident of refining the shield, Zhang Mo also relaxed a little about him, just curious about how the strong man would refine.

The strong man didn't come as casually as he had done when refining the dragon wood shield before, but took a deep breath, closed his eyes and felt it, then took out the dark knife, held it with both hands and began to cut the dead wood in front of him.

Because the people in the underworld are perennially impregnated by the qi of the Yellow Spring, the dead qi on the dead wood does not affect the strong man in the slightest.

As the sword in the strong man's hand continued to fly, the dead wood was also cut out of the prototype of a long sword, more than five feet long, with a medium-width sword body.

The strong man stretched out his hand, and the debris on the ground was immediately contained, and at the same time, his expression became more solemn, and after taking a deep breath again, he began to cut the dead wood into a real flying sword.

Although the cutting work is also important, it is not so critical, and the follow-up inscription circle is the key, which determines the quality of the flying sword and the success of the flying sword refining.

Therefore, Zhang Mo didn't show too much expression when he watched the strong man cutting and forming, and only when the strong man opened the furnace did Zhang Mo cheer up and pay attention to the strong man.

The flames were rising in the furnace at this point, but the warm-up time was significantly longer than the previous time it took to refine the shield.

The strong man's brows were also condensed, and he held the dead wood flying sword that had been cut into shape.

Bang!

The strong man seemed to have made up his mind, reached out a little furnace, opened the lid and immediately sent the cut dead wood flying sword into it.

As soon as the severed deadwood flying sword entered the furnace, the flames around it retreated, forming a vacuum around it.

Zhang Mo was a little nervous to check all this with his divine sense, and he wanted to go up and help himself, but he also knew that if he took the liberty of making a move, not only could he not help, but he would mess things up.

"It seems that the quality of this dead wood is much higher than that of ordinary dead wood. The strong man's eyes were shining at this moment, and he was even more emotionally charged for his good luck.

"Burn!" The strong man stretched out his hand and stuck to the furnace, and after a loud shout, the spiritual power was frantically poured into it, and the flames in the furnace instantly rose up, and the vacuum area formed by the dead wood flying sword suspended in it was instantly suppressed.

However, the flames in the furnace don't seem to be able to get completely close to the dead wood flying sword, and there is still an inch long vacuum area that cannot be invaded by the flames.

The strong man let out a low snort, and green tendons immediately burst out on his hands, and at the same time, the flames in the furnace had turned into a hideous-looking fire dragon, and the fire dragon roared and rushed towards the dead wood flying sword suspended in mid-air, and instantly broke through the invisible barrier around the flying sword.

Enveloped in flames, the surface of the dead wood began to blur.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped paying attention to the strong man for the time being.

The patrols on the streets seemed to be frequent, and Zhang Mo clearly felt that there were two teams of men patrolling the streets twice in less than an hour, which seemed a bit unexpected.

Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and took out a Ling Qi from his storage bag, raised his hand and hit the Ling Qi at the door, and then a golden light instantly shrouded the strong man's shop.

"With this protection, I think I will be able to hide it for some time. Zhang Mo said secretly in his heart, and he didn't think much about it anymore.

Three days passed like this, and in the three days, the strong man kept inscribed the magic circle on the dead wood flying sword, and his eyes were already bloodshot at this time, like a mad demon.

And the guards on the street outside have also targeted the strong man's shop, the gray-black skin old man is looking at the strong man's shop thoughtfully, and beside him is a handsome young man, with pure blue-green skin of the underworld.

This underworld person was only a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the spiritual pressure emanating from him was not strong, and his strength was obviously improved by some kind of secret method or elixir.

"You say there are human monks hiding in this shop?" the underworld man asked the gray-skinned old man with a proud expression, as if the gray-skinned old man was one of his subordinates.

"Yes, the old man once met him outside, and when he came to the city, he smelled him by his nose, and then he found his hiding place. The gray-skinned old man could not see the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, and he could only slander the young underworld in his heart.

"You did a good job, if there are really human monks here later, I will definitely reward you well after Young Master Ben captures you. The young man of the underworld said with a full appearance.

The gray-skinned old man's eyes showed a hint of disgust, if he didn't want to use the power of the underworld, he would never talk much to this kind of guy with eyes on the top of his head and ordinary strength, outside the city, strength is respected, only in the city, there will be this kind of thing that people without strength can arrogantly shout at powerful people.

"You arrest the people inside as quickly as possible, and Young Master Ben will go to drink some flower wine and relax in a while." The young man of the underworld said without any scruples, as if he didn't care about other people's opinions.

Most of the guards who followed him had the strength equivalent to the late stage of Jindan among human monks, and each of them wore a standard armor with a fierce skeleton engraved on their chest, and a long halberd with a brass-colored body in their hands.

It was not that Zhang Mo, who was in the store, did not find the guards outside and the gray-skinned old man, but the strong man had reached the critical moment of refining, so he did not directly come forward to stop the people outside, but transmitted the sound to the strong man to let him refine the flying sword with peace of mind.

Rumble!

The Guardians bombarded the halberd at the shop, and the yellow-green light gathered together, instantly turning into a yellow-green light with a thick bowl mouth and hitting the store, letting out a roar.

A pale cyan light shield was destroyed in an instant, it was the strong man's protective magic circle.

However, Zhang Mo's golden light stubbornly blocked the yellow-green light, but the small Lingqi swayed non-stop, and I was afraid that it wouldn't last too long. (To be continued.) )