Wei Lin noticed Lin Mengyao, feeling very amazing, Bai Ruobing was the kind of soft and boneless coquettish, but Lin Mengyao was gorgeous with bright eyes and white teeth.
"This junior sister has never seen her before, may I ask Fang's name." Wei Lin shook his head with confession.
Lin Mengyao coldly didn't speak, Li Heng looked at Wei Lin, curled his lips and said: "The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds."
His voice was neither loud nor small, as several people heard it, and Lin Mengyao's eyes were stained with a faint smile.
Bai Ruobing was not there, and no one introduced Li Heng and Lin Mengyao to Wei Lin. The Third Elder didn't want to entangle Wei Lin, and didn't want to beg for medicine in front of him, so he simply stepped back and watched the show.
Wei Lin didn't even look at Li Heng, and said contemptuously: "Where did the cook come from? Is there a place for you to speak?"
cook
Everyone looked at each other, where is the cook
Lin Mengyao looked around and found that Li Heng's scapegoat was behind him, and she chuckled.
Li Heng touched the tip of his nose, and said, "I'm really blind!"
"Looking for death!" Wei Lin glared at Li Heng, the ice soul behind him choked out of her sheath, and the entire yard was enveloped by Ling Xian's cold light.
Li Heng laughed a few times. After being bored for so long, finally came a fun.
"Wei Lin, this is the Yin-Yang Gate," the third elder reminded him, feeling the endless killing intent in the cold light of the ice soul, "Your master asked you to come, but it was not a big kill."
"Killing?" Wei Lin sneered. "It's just killing a cook. The third elders are still as timid as ever, and they like to go online when they encounter such a small thing."
The three elders couldn't bear it, it seemed to be about to happen, but they endured again.
The fierce sword light became more and more pressing, even Li Zicheng and others in the room found it hard to breathe.
The little saint's cheeks flushed, and she fell softly on Li Heng. Lin Mengyao felt it even more difficult to breathe. The blood in her body was surging, and her spiritual energy gathered in her body.
Li Heng held up the little saint, looked at the long sword in Wei Lin's hand, the little saint handed it to Lin Mengyao, and slowly pulled out the too.
"Boom!" A thunder exploded above his head, and the light was overflowing, and the cold light of the Ice Soul Sword was instantly forced back.
Li Heng smiled evilly, the first style of the setting sun swordsmanship did not see the magical light, Tai Ah had already been smashed into the ice soul sword divine body, just listened: "Ding! Click!"
Wei Lin was stunned, and looked at the slender cracks on the Bing Soul Sword in disbelief. After a few breaths, the sharp cold light disappeared.
Li Heng grabbed the ice soul, threw it into the black pot without looking back, tilted his head and looked at Wei Lin, as if waiting.
Wei Lin looked forward blankly, his eyes had lost focus, and the Third Elder was even more horrified. At this moment, Wei Lin spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Li Heng tut, leaned over and grabbed his arm, and directly turned him into the black pot!
System reminder: Refining a magic weapon, attribute water, advanced level!
System reminder: Refining the living life, the cultivation base is uncertain, and the medicine is too heavy!
Li Heng was surprised, Wei, or something, the cultivation base is not low, why is it uncertain? What does it mean to be too heavy
The three elders hadn't noticed before, the black pot was boiling water, and it was only when the Ice Soul Sword plopped and fell into it that it turned out that this black pot could really be cooked!
It’s just that it’s not the rice that cooks, but the soldiers and people!
Lin Mengyao watched Li Heng throwing Wei Lin into the black pot, but her heart was extremely calm. Such a person should have had such an end long ago.
The water in the pot was bubbling, and both the human and the ice soul sword could not see the appearance.
The third elder staggered back and looked at the black pot in horror. What is this? !
However, Li Heng lost his expectation for this refining. Wei's estimation is not a good idea. He can't produce much experience points, and he wasted a lot of painstaking efforts.
Li Zicheng was kicked out of the room and looked at the scene in the courtyard blankly. Li Chu didn't see the scene just now, but found that the three elders seemed to have a different color on their faces.
"What's the matter?" Li Chu held the Third Elder and asked him in a low voice.
"Boiled..." the third elder murmured in a low voice.
"What?" Li Chu didn't hear clearly.
"The magic soldier was boiled..." The three elders looked at him blankly.