The man surnamed Qin did everything he could, but he didn't stop him after all, he only blamed his eldest brother for being too straight, and after a sentence, he not only offended everyone present, but also caused the forging master to be unhappy and thankless.

The nun in the inn sneered, mocked silently, and sat back to watch the play.

No one said a word more, and they were worried, because the demon surnamed Dahan interrupted, a few breaths, their minds were full of thoughts, and they suddenly sobered up, they had already noticed that this forging master seemed to have a plan, otherwise what kind of bet should be made, there must have been an answer in their hearts.

No one wants to be fooled, even if the other party is a god-level figure like a forging master, what he holds in his hand is his own, and giving it to others is a loss.

Glancing at them coldly, the forging soldier snorted angrily and said, "Since you don't object, then answer, and the gambling contract has officially begun." The tone is extremely domineering, and it is clear that he buys and sells.

The words were spoken, but no one responded, the mouth was closed, the corners of the eyes were slanted, as if they hadn't heard, making silent resistance, everyone was waiting for each other to agree first.

At this moment, more than a dozen people had a surprisingly tacit understanding, and everyone made a bird, and only one of them still wanted to speak, but was constantly dissuaded by the people next to him.

"Okay, it's been a long time since I've encountered this kind of thing, and the bearded man can say whatever you want. The forging soldier said.

Angry and happy, walking for so many years, no one dares not to listen to his words, Yuan Ying, the master of the god transformation are all respectful, and now there are more than a dozen foundation building monks who dare to do this, don't you know fearless?

can't blame them all, they haven't been exposed to a bigger world, a higher vision, they only ensure that they don't lose themselves, and it's not wrong that they don't want to suffer, in the final analysis, their strength is still too low, and they are so low that they have to be terrified when they live.

Getting permission to forge soldiers, Dahan shook off Brother Qin's hand and said loudly: "I bet, but I bet that young man won, his fighting style makes me admire, it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, just vent his anger, this is the remaining Zhuji Dan that I broke through back then, and I will give you all if I win or lose." ”

As he spoke, he took out a Tsukuji Pill from his arms, exuding a golden aura, and the translucent jade-white elixir was presented in his hand, and he dragged it to the forging soldier with his aura.

With a serious face, even if the people around him are not optimistic, he just appreciates this young man, if he doesn't know each other, they all think that he has a special relationship with this young man.

Even Brother Qin on the side was surprised, is this still the brother he knows?

Needless to say, the degree of cherishing of Zhuji Dan is just in line with the current needs of Luotian, and it is also what the monks in the Qi cultivation period are looking for.

The forging soldier stretched out his white and tender little hand and grabbed it, and looked thoughtfully at the bearded man in front of him, what he wanted to find most in his search for spiritual objects for the falling sky was Tsukidan, and it was also the most important thing.

If you don't build a foundation, you are not an immortal cultivator, and everyone who has come here knows the importance of building a foundation.

It's a coincidence or not, but this person took it out, not just a coincidence or a premeditation, the forging soldier thought for a moment, and threw the Zhuji Dan back in his hand to him, and the anger in his heart also subsided a lot, at least he could help the big brother of the demon, but the butterfly killing sent him to remember.

With his red lips open, he said, "What's your name?"

"Demon maniac. Dahan replied.

Hearing this name, the forging soldier raised his eyebrows and said: "The name is good, demon maniac, for a while, you give it to him, this gamble is over, half a year later, I will come to you, build a weapon for you, I hope that you will have the cultivation to control it." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts when they heard that the gambling contract was invalid, and they didn't ease their minds, and when they heard the promise of the forging master, they stared at the demon madness with an incredible face, didn't he make the forging master angry?

The huge cake smashed on his face, and the demon madness was ecstatic, knowing that he had won a big bargain, he grabbed Tsukidan, nodded again and again, and said solemnly: "Master, please rest assured, I will definitely hand it over to that young man, and I will welcome you in half a year." ”

The forging soldier nodded with satisfaction, turned around and was about to leave, just flew out not far away, suddenly stopped, turned his head and said coldly: "Butterfly Killing Sect Steel Stain Black Market, I remember, you people, hum." ”

Before the words fell, the person disappeared, and he didn't stay long, and now is not the time to meet the big brother of the devil, otherwise it will bring him unnecessary trouble, and he can only be encouraged in his heart.

After the forging soldier left, they could no longer feel his breath, and everyone was really relieved, and the threat that hung around their necks at that moment was simply fatal.

But what followed was endless bitterness, remorse, pouting, and couldn't laugh, all thinking about what Master Forging said when he left, being remembered by a great power may be saved, and being remembered by the legendary big man is better than death.

Only the demon madman was in a good mood, watching the battle intently, and the more he looked at the falling sky, the more he liked it, but he didn't notice the eye contact between the younger brother next to him and the female monk in the inn in the distance between a few breaths.

What's going on around you is just a cup of tea.

Neither Luotian nor the blue-robed monk knew that they only had each other in their eyes, and the slightest carelessness would be death.

Hundreds of thousands of punches went down, and Luotian was still attacking the tip of the sword, and the speed maintained a speed, not fast or slow, steady and steady.

If it weren't for the strong physical strength of Luotian, he would have been exhausted a long time ago, and once he couldn't hold it, the Biluo Sword would pierce his body and die in the Nine Shadows.

He is also gambling, betting that Biluo's sword is not invincible, aiming at a point attack, like a drop of water through a stone, to break the face with a point,

The hard work paid off, and he finally won the bet, and a very small indentation appeared on the tip of the sword, which means that the tip of the sword is not indestructible, and it can be destroyed with his strength.

Panting and sweating, Luotian also paid too much physical strength for this, he was not like the blue-robed monk, he only needed to convey spiritual energy, and maintain the prototype of the Biluo Sword, it was extremely easy.

Physical strength, aura, and physical losses are all being consumed, like a life-urging talisman, trying to drag down the sky.

"I said, you're almost done, don't be stubborn, I admit that you are very strong, and you are a genius if you have fought with me at the eighth level of Qi cultivation until now, but I am a genius who kills geniuses, and you don't lose money if you die in my hands. The blue-robed monk said leisurely.

At first, I was a little nervous, thinking that Luo Tian would really do something against the sky, but now that so much time has passed, and I have made countless punches, but I haven't seen any miracles, and my hanging heart is slowly relaxed.

Luo Tian didn't speak, just smiled lightly, and many emotions were mixed together, so that the blue-robed monk didn't know why.

Only he knows that this is to express that the other party's time for death has come.

Suddenly, the sky fell like a red-eyed bull, and the muscles of his body swelled again, and with a bang, after the red Lin robe was stretched to the limit, the muscles doubled the crack cut by the wind blade, and the whole clothes became beggar's clothes.

The medium speed instantly increased several times, turning into a storm of fist rain, and a phantom had already appeared in his left hand, which seemed to be messy, but it smashed on the dent with extreme precision.

In an instant, a thousand punches have come out, and they are constantly rising.

The change was too fast for the onlookers to react, and the same was true for the blue-robed monk.

I only listened, a slight sound of glass breaking, only two people could hear it, and the sky fell into laughter, on the other hand, the blue-robed monk's expression was calm one second, and the next second he panicked, and said in a lost voice: "How is this possible!"

At this time, his head was blank, and just now he noticed that the tip of the impregnable sword had cracked slightly, although it was as small as a hair, but it was still cracked, and it was torn by the falling sky.

Could it be that in the end, even the killer weapon could not kill this person? The blue-robed monk was completely panicked, thinking that he could kill him every time, but he failed in the end, what would happen if he failed, and he would die.

Biluo Sword made his life-saving card, and he did not allow the falling sky to destroy it, so he made a decision.

Decisively manipulated it to retreat, leaving the fist in the falling sky, and then using the aura to repair the crack and attack again, but he didn't expect that this was undoubtedly an option to accelerate death.

Biluo Dajian slowly retreated to the sky, Luotian felt the weight on his body disappear, smiled evilly, his right hand was completely released, and he turned into a left fist, striking left and right, chasing and fighting, and the double fist rain formed a stormy wave and hit the big sword.

His arms had turned into phantoms, and he couldn't see it really, only the roar and waves of his fists smashing against the big sword.

After the attack multiplied, the crack quickly grew larger, and the blue-robed monk was so anxious that his compound eyes rolled, and he tried to find a way to crack it, but there was no way.

This flip, everyone was dumbfounded when they saw it, they couldn't imagine it, and some wiped their eyes to make sure they weren't dazzled.

"Biluo Sword is going backwards?" someone asked uncertainly.

He was answered by silence, for everyone saw the huge Biluo Sword retreating, and it was retreating faster and faster, and a young man was chasing after it, and the image of rage and invincibility was imprinted in everyone's hearts.

At this time, the demon laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha! I'll just say it! He must be able to!"

That tone was happier than winning the battle.

Some people are happy, some people hold grudges, and Luotian is hated by other monks, including female monks, because they have offended a master for no reason, and they have already calculated how to kill Luotian.

Just when everyone was thinking about it, a thousand fists turned into one, and the right fist swelled, and all the muscles were like pythons, and they hit the crack with the thickness of the finger.

No matter how much the blue-robed monk controlled the Biluo Sword, he didn't fall into the sky as fast as he watched.

There was a series of shattering sounds, and the tip of the golden sword was covered with sore, and from time to time it also dropped some, and before it could fall to the ground, it turned into aura and disappeared into the air.

Like a mirror shattered into countless pieces, there are many cracks, and it is difficult to see the meaning of the shining edge, leaving only the remnants.

"No, no, stop, stop, I admit defeat, I'll give you the storage bag, and I'll take my life!" the blue-robed monk begged for mercy.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, he immediately changed his face and did not hesitate.

Far from stopping, the falling sky became wilder, and his arms were whipped like phantom whips.

At this time, he couldn't listen to any words, and he only had Biluo Sword in his eyes, and he wanted to tear it to pieces.

As long as you are willing to work hard, whether it is life or battle, it can be reversed, as long as you have hope in your heart and with faith, reversal will happen at any time.

Of course, the premise is that they can endure the pain, and this battle is much more painful than that of the blue-robed monk.