My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 16 Your ant's refining method is to play with mud?
Tens of thousands of miles away, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and Zu Wu worked together to shatter the world.

Daoist Duobao, who was dressed in white in front of him, didn't care, but leaned towards Han Shou with a half-smile on his face.

Han Shou didn't have a physical body, and still felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

This guy is definitely pretending!
The key is that people have the qualifications to pretend!

In such a great prehistoric world, how many saint sects are there in total?
The identity of the chief disciple of the Saint Sect is awesome!
What can Han Shou do?
I can only lower my eyebrows and droop my eyes: "It turns out that the sage passed it on in person, and Han Shou has met the real Duobao!"

Daoist Duobao has worshiped under the head of Tongtian Sect for tens of thousands of years, and even the entire Jiejiao has not many disciples.

At this moment, his cultivation base is not high, he only has the Golden Immortal Realm, and he is not the master Jiejiao who dares to fight against saints, so he is inevitably arrogant and arrogant.

"Fellow Daoist hasn't said which saint you learned from!"

"It's not that no matter how bad a saint's disciple is, he should be a famous and powerful man, right?"

"Otherwise, how dare you say that poor Daoists can't refine weapons?"

Han Shou lowered his head even lower.

"Really, please forgive me, I was talking nonsense before."

"I didn't expect that the artifact of the Underworld Yin Division was refined by a fellow Taoist."

Duobao raised his eyes, "Oh!"

"Fellow Daoists mean that if the poor way is not passed down by a sage, then the spirit treasure you refine will not work?"

"What you respect is the status of the disciple of the poor Taoist sage, not the way of refining weapons?"

Han Shou: ...

Is this senior teacher a swindler?

See Han Shou fell into silence.

Duobao is on top.

A little Yin soldier who can be crushed to death with one finger actually looks down on his weapon refining ability of Daoist Duobao!

If he looked down on his cultivation, he would just smile lightly and smash it into powder with his backhand.

But it happened to be a refiner!

His Dao name is Duobao, and he is also famous for his skill in refining weapons.

Refining has become his obsession!

Even if an ant dared to question it, he had to convince the other party first, and then slap him to death.

Only in this way can the thoughts be clear, and the shackles of the state of mind will not hinder the practice of seeking the way!

"Friend Daoist Han!"

"You and I discuss the way, and the poor don't bully the little with the big!"

"As long as you can convince Pindao on the way of refining weapons, Pindao will never make things difficult for the Tiandao League, and I will give you a great opportunity!"

"If not..."

Duobao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strong murderous intent enveloped him like ice.

Han Shou complained secretly.

Wish I could slap myself dozens of times.

What is calamity coming out of the mouth?

This is!
Daoist Duobao saw that Han Shou was still silent, his face became colder and colder, and the murderous intent in his words increased sharply:
"Pindao has been good at forging weapons since he came under the teacher's seat 3 years ago!"

"The treasures to be refined include low-grade acquired spirit treasures, middle-grade acquired spirit treasures, and high-grade acquired spirit treasures!"

"Even the exquisite Houtian Lingbao, which is second only to the Houtian Supreme Treasure, has been successfully refined!"

"Pindao's spiritual treasures are all forged by himself!"

As he spoke, he shook his upper body slightly.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of colorful and shining spirit treasures spread around like peacocks.

Han Shou was almost blinded by the flash.

At worst, the Lingbao in front of him was much better quality than the Yin Soldier Armor on his body.

Not to mention the brilliant octagonal pagoda-shaped masterpiece Houtian Lingbao - Duobao Pagoda!
"Thus, the poor Taoist has won the name of Taoist Daobao in the wilderness!"

"Even the teacher, the sage, praised the poor Taoist's ability to refine treasures, and personally bestowed on me the Taoist title --- Duobao!"

He stared at Han Shou coldly like a knife: "Fellow Daoist said that poor Daoists can't refine weapons!"

"Pindao is really curious. Since fellow Taoists don't like the treasures made by Pindao, presumably the weapon he forged must be the creation of heaven and earth, capture the essence of the sun and the moon, and have incredible supernatural powers?"

"Why don't fellow daoists show it and let the poor dao see it?"

Han Shou was shocked, knowing that the biggest crisis in his life was coming.

If you can't handle it well, you will be ashamed on the spot!

A thought that I had already had as early as the first time I traveled through the prehistoric world gradually became clear at this moment.

He raised his head, and said calmly: "I'm only scratching the surface of the refining tool!"

"Pure skills are far inferior to real people!"

Daoist Duobao laughed angrily: "Hahahaha..."

"How brave!"

"Little Yin soldier, something like an ant is so self-aware!"

"So you are deliberately humiliating the poor?"

Han Shou was angered by Taoist Duobao's words.

No wonder after becoming a god, he was willing to apostate and become a Buddha under the hands of Laozi Taiqing himself!
This person!

I have learned the arrogance of the leader of Tongtian, but I have not learned the essence of not distinguishing high and low based on race - there is no distinction between teaching and learning!

Han Shou was secretly sullen, but his face was very sincere: "The real man misunderstood!"

"I'm just a yin soldier, I don't even have a physical body, even if I want to use the authentic method of Xuanmen weapon refining, there is no place to learn it!"

"Oh?" Daoist Duobao sneered, and some An couldn't bear it and wanted to do something.

"If the real person really wants to see the unique weapon refining method, can you take me to find a human tribe to try?"

Taoist Duobao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a neutral tone, "If you want to procrastinate, I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake!"

"Pindao just happened to meet a human tribe while traveling in the wilderness a few days ago!"

"It's only three million miles away from here, and it's only a short while away!"

Duobao pointed to the ground.

"Shh!"

A deep, invisible wellhead cracked open silently on the ground.

"Let's go!"

Duobao flicked his sleeves, and Han Shou was uncontrollably dragged by the invisible big hand, followed by Duobao and jumped towards the mouth of the well and disappeared.

Daoist Duobao, whose body is a prehistoric alien species——treasure hunting mouse!
Treasure hunting mice not only have a natural ability to find all kinds of treasures, but they are also good at digging holes and climbing mountains.

After being accepted as a disciple by the leader of Tongtian, he combined the magical powers of digging holes and piercing mountains into shrinking the ground into inches, and the effect far exceeded the original magical powers.

Han Shou only felt his eyes blur.

When it reappeared, it suddenly appeared in the center of a tribe with hundreds of stone houses.

"Xianchang?"

"Sir, are you back?"

"Meet the Immortal!"

"Meet the Immortal!"

……

When Duobao showed up with Han Shougang, hundreds of men, women, old and young fell to their knees.

Han Shou looked at the prehistoric ancestors who were kneeling on the ground in fear, with complicated emotions.

In the human race in front of them, almost all adult men and women are more than two meters tall.

Wearing rough animal skins and linen clothes.

The tools in the tribe are all made of bone or stone, not much different from primitive people, and the living environment is very harsh.

Daoist Duobao ignored the mortals kneeling on the ground, and looked down at Han Shou coldly:

"Friend Daoist, the human tribe has arrived!"

"Now! Can you show Pindao your art of refining weapons?"

Hundreds of people prostrated themselves on the ground, and Han Shou felt a little uncomfortable with their frightened appearance.

This is the prehistoric world where the mighty and powerful will destroy the world at every turn!
The human race is really just ants!
"Really, can you make them all stand up? I am not used to having so many clansmen kneeling on the ground when I was refining weapons!"

Duobao's face was gloomy, and he looked at Han Shou like ice balls.

"Little Yin Soldier, Pindao regrets it a bit!"

"If I hadn't been obsessed with it, how could I have wasted time with you? You should have turned into ashes long ago!"

"Whoo~"

With a flick of his sleeve, hundreds of prostrate human races involuntarily stood up.

Han Shou smiled, looked around this extremely primitive human tribe, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He walked quickly to the yellow mud not far away, bent down and used the ability of the Yin soldier's armor to touch the real thing, and dug out a ball of yellow mud.

Then he sat down on the ground and played with mud without hesitation!
Taoist Duobao:? ? ?
A tyrannical rage could hardly be contained.

Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!

You ant's crafting method is to play with mud?
(End of this chapter)