Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

Following the completion of the Sanwu small workshop assembly line for forging robots, the Sanwu and three-person small workshop for forging fairy swords has been newly opened.

With two assistants, Le Zhengyan and Lu Wumie, and enough materials for weapon refining, Lu Xingyan forged the two natal swords together.

She took out her own ten attribute spirit beads and gave Jiufang Qingyao as a meeting gift to Le Zhengyan. She also took out the thunder spirit beads.

There were a total of eleven spirit beads, all of which were melted by her throwing them into the sea of ​​​​fire in the incarnation of Lu Wumie.

His face was heated by the white fireworks, and Lu Xingyan looked cold.

I am not worried at all whether the eleven attribute spirit beads, worth a total of 100 million high-quality spirit stones, will be wasted due to the failure of the weapon refining.

Her tone was calm and steady: "Junior brother, just follow the prototypes of these two swords and refine them."

"Okay." Le Zhengyan had already memorized the sword-shaped diagram designed by Lu Xingyan.

He hammered hard, his mind following the movements of the forging hammer.

Haechi, who was watching on the sidelines, looked at him with strange eyes.

This person who looks hard-working, easy-going and well-behaved, is he the Demon Lord he knows who lifts up a person's skull to raise the Demon Lotus?

He must have been snatched away, Haechi couldn't help but doubt it.

But when he thought that he and Le Zhengyan had a soul contract, he would not be able to live well if Le Zhengyan was taken away, so Haechi let go of this doubt.

But he set his sights on Lu Xingyan.

This person named Lu Xingyan was something I had never seen in my previous life.

So the Demon Lord's strange appearance must have something to do with her.

Noting that Lu Xingyan was only in the middle stage of foundation building, Haechi actually had no hope that she could forge the natal sword.

It’s good to build a foundation and forge a primary spirit sword.

The natal sword, which was only a junior spirit sword, was not as sharp as his teeth and could not produce a sword spirit. It was a waste of those eleven elemental spirit beads.

Watching without hope, Haechi glared at Le Zhengyan who was following the nonsense.

After the prototypes of the two fairy swords were forged, Lu Xingyan used the Indestructible Flame to draw various inscriptions on the swords.

Haechi's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw immortal-level inscriptions so powerful that they could transform into gods appeared on the sword.

Immortal level inscription, painted by a foundation builder?

Haezhi rubbed his eyes in disbelief and flew to Le Zhengyan: "If you hit me, this must be a dream."

Le Zhengyan, who was busy tempering, gave him a cold look: "Go away, I don't have time to beat you up now." "I'm free!" Lu Wumie, who had finished smelting the materials, jumped over.

He raised his hand and punched Haechi hard on the nose. After the blow, he asked with concern: "Does it hurt? Have you woken up from the dream? If it doesn't hurt, I can pay more to help you increase your strength."

"Are you sick?" Haechi covered his nose with stars in his head.

After this punch, he confirmed that Lu Xingyan was building a foundation and was really forging a fairy sword.

He flapped his wings and was about to leave, but Lu Wumie grabbed him and stretched out his hand towards him: "Where's the spirit stone?"

"What spirit stone?" Haechi asked, covering his nose.

"Punch your spirit stone. I am a divine fire. The beasts that want to be beaten by me have been arranged from the fairy world to the mythical beast island. I will give you a heavy punch. You think I am playing cotton. You don't want to pay the spirit stone?" Wu Mie's eyes were fierce and filled with anger.

The whole Haechi beast was stunned.

I’ve heard of the Eternal Flame Love Stone.

But I have never heard of Eternal Flame being so shameless.

He noticed that the two fairy swords forged by Lu Xingyan were almost finished, and there were thunderclouds gathering in the sky.

Haechi quickly threw a low-grade spiritual stone to Lu Wumie: "Go away, go away."

"Chenghui." Even a low-grade spirit stone, Lu Wumie, could still smile. He changed his attitude to politeness and said, "Noble beast, you can still come to me next time if you want to fight."

"Get out!" Haechi suppressed his anger.

But he had no time to pay attention to Lu Wumie, because the sky above Xiaoyao Peak was suppressed by black and purple thunderclouds, and the strong wind was raging.

The two swords, which were shining with cold light, flew into the air when Lu Xingyan made the last stroke, facing the thunder with terrifying pressure.

There is usually only one baptism of immortal sword and thunder.

Two fairy swords, exactly two.

But two thunderbolts struck the sword body, bringing out a purple lightning cold light, but the thunderclouds in the sky still did not disperse.

As the third thick thunder and lightning condensed, it sucked up the huge rocks and trees on the ground, directly opened up a clear sky river in the sky that was darkened by thunderclouds, and hit the two fairy swords hard, shining a huge and dazzling purple light. .

The purple light was divided into four, locking on a person, a demon, a fire beast and a beast below, and thunderbolts fell.