Fishing the Myriad Heavens

At this time, Beifeng did not care about the small movements of the Terracotta Deacon. All his mind was attracted by the black sword in front of him!

The sword was four feet long, and the shark teeth disappeared. The sword body was dark and covered with a layer of rice-scale-like scales.

Only at the edge of two swords did an extremely narrow edging appear, flashing cold light!

Above the hilt is a tiny half of the blood groove. If you look closely, you can see the blood flowing under the blood groove!

Beifeng reached out and held the sword at this time. The texture of the palm's palm perfectly matched the subtle blood groove above the hilt!

A kind of heaven-human sympathy rose, at this time the north wind seemed to be part of the sword, and they did not distinguish each other.

Beifeng Hengjian was on the chest, and the other hand gently stroked the blade of the sword, feeling every scale on the sword.

The terracotta warriors who wanted to say something stopped. "Born Kendo seedlings, this is the first time I have seen a person with such a high degree of fit with the soldiers."

Beifeng was immersed in his own world, and his heart was occupied by this sword. Beifeng moved very gently, stroking the sword quietly.

The sword body also trembled slightly. The scales covered on the sword body were like inverse scales.

Every minute tremble sounded, such as big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, crisp and sweet, enduring.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

I don't know how long it took, the north wind came back and looked excited.

Although he has not used this sword to fight, the moment he held the sword in the north wind, there was no hesitation, he was too suitable for this sword, and this sword was too suitable for himself!

"Deacon, I was wrong. I apologize to you."

Beifeng solemnly saluted the terracotta warrior at this time, looking sincere.

"This sword not only used wild gold, the old man also joined the black demon heart, heaven heart jade, blue heron blood, and most importantly the scales taken from the body of a monarch monster monster. It can be said that this sword represents himself now At the peak, I was still wondering if this sword would be humiliated by your side. Now it seems so careless, but if you humiliate the sword, I will take it back myself. "

The terracotta warrior looked at the appearance of the north wind, nodded his head, and calmly accepted the gift of the north wind, and his anger was relieved a lot.

The terracotta warrior has spent all his life on the refiner, but it doesn't matter, but if he doubts himself above the refiner, one can imagine the anger of the terracotta warrior.

"Terracotta Deacon, why do they all say you ..."

The north wind was a little bit restless.

"It's nothing. When people choose weapons, why aren't they choosing weapons? Some people are born with swords, and some people are with swords. They are all different. The weapons I build may not be what they want, but Is best for them. "

The terracotta spoke.

"Then why don't you tell them directly?"

The north wind is puzzled.

"Why tell them? You don't even know what weapon is suitable for you, what else do you cultivate?"

At this time, the terracotta warrior once again turned into the proud look of the previous, and spoke outspokenly.

"The disciples have been taught."

North wind froze, then nodded, thoughtfully.

"Okay, you have to look back and look again. In order to build this sword, the old man is not tired. Hurry up and give the remaining contributions, the old man can go back to sleep!"

The terracotta warrior looked at Beifeng's infatuated look at the sword, and was agitated.

Each of the magical soldiers was created by the terracotta warriors, especially this sword, which is the peak of its current casting, and the energy spent during the period is not humane.

Now that the sword itself has not been warmed up, it is in the hands of others, which makes the terracotta warriors have the feeling that the cabbage they have grown so hard has been swine.

How to look at the north wind is not pleasing to the eye, just open the mouth, and let the little guy get out of the way, seeing and worrying.

"Can the deacon contribution be replaced by the remaining resources?"

Beifeng has a bitter face, why he is so poor, and he has no contribution.

"Yes, but only the materials needed for casting, the rest will not be charged."

The terracotta warrior glanced at the north wind, and then his beard fluttered, and he said angrily.

"Thank you deacon."

Beifeng breathed a sigh of relief, watching the dearest look in the deacon's eyes, for fear that the deacon took the opportunity to buckle his sword.

Beifeng moved his mind, took out a pile of miscellaneous ore from the small world, looked at the deacon with anticipation.

"You treat me as a waste collector here? I also took out any broken copper and iron. These two pieces are interesting, but not enough!"

Looking at the scattered ore, resisting the impulse of the north wind, the terracotta warrior picked two pieces from a pile of ore.

"and also!"

"Wow!"

Beifeng was a little dazed and didn't expect such a worthy contribution point. At the moment, a lot of ore came out, and almost didn't drown the hall.

"I said how poor you are?"

The terracotta mouth twitched and looked at the hall that was piled up like a mountain, and there was no place under the foot, muttered.

"This, the disciples are so scared, so they would rather kill the mistakes than let them go. There isn't much research on the ore. They simply put away the ore that looks good to them."

Beifeng scratched his head, his face embarrassed, a little embarrassed.

"broken!"

Glancing at the north wind, a terrifying blood power emerged from the terracotta warrior, and then he stretched out his rough and red jade-colored luster ~ www.readwn.com ~ and slowly pressed down.

"Click!"

"boom!"

Pieces of ore annihilated under the palm of the terracotta warrior and turned into powder. Occasionally a piece of ore survived.

Suddenly, there were very few ores left in the huge hall.

"Forget it, it's enough, isn't the old man saying you, are you inattentive? I don't understand if the ore is based on your cultivation, it won't be photographed directly. Broken is waste. , More or less worth a lot of contribution points. "

The terracotta warrior looked at Beifeng strangely, and his eyes were full of expressions of caring for the mentally handicapped.

"Is this too arbitrary? Doesn't it mean that some minerals, even though they are not sufficiently hard, can be greatly enhanced by blending them into weapons?"

Beifeng said, with some doubts.

"Don't think about it, there is such an ore, but when you see such an ore, you will naturally know its extraordinaryness. OK, just get out of the way, and the old man is going to rest."

The terracotta warrior looked impatient. He waited for Beifeng to speak, waving his sleeves directly, and exerted a strong force on Beifeng, so that Beifeng's body receded outside the hall.

This force is not so big that the north wind can't bear it. It can be broken with a little seriousness.

But Beifeng saw that one of the terracotta warriors did not want to say more, and made it clear that the passengers were delivered, and the other was the exhaustion of the other party.

So there was no resistance from the north wind, and this force pushed itself out of the hall.

If you think about it, the items used in this sword casting are not ordinary, not to mention the refining of waste gold, the scales on the monsters of the emperor kingdom are not so easy to melt.

After doing this in just a few days, it is no wonder that the Terracotta Army will look exhausted.

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