However, what it didn't know was that the reason why Luo Wusheng was so hesitant was because he was hesitating whether or not to make black stockings for Bai Xiaoyao.
Perhaps there was still a little desire in his mind to look at the sleeping barefoot witch for a while longer.
As a result, due to the repeated failures in using the secret technique, it suffered backlash and its state became somewhat sluggish.
So much so that later when Luo Wusheng really didn't put the materials back, it didn't have the strength to perform the secret technique for a short period of time.
(Forget it, at least this guy has stopped. Once I recover, I will leave here immediately.)
When it finally made a decision, it suddenly saw the light.
It realized that it was taken out of the storage bag and fell to the ground, with several people surrounding it.
At first glance, it saw the hateful Son of the Demon Sect.
Thinking of its previous tragic failures, a hint of hatred flashed in its narrow and long eyes.
Damn it, if those bald guys hadn't specifically instructed it to do so, it would have torn the Holy Son of the Demon Sect into pieces!
But what was this guy doing by throwing himself out of the storage bag
The ugly gray-haired mouse suddenly had a bad feeling.
… …
"Huh? Why does this guy seem a little listless? Oh, that's right. After all, he has been in the storage bag for quite some time."
Luo Wusheng looked at the gray-haired mouse he had thrown out and muttered to himself thoughtfully.
Of course, the five equipment refiners who were completely out of the service area could not hear what he was saying.
But the gray-haired mouse can hear it.
(It’s all your fault!)
It wanted to let the Demon Sect Saint in front of it experience how powerful it was, but it was in poor condition and could only barely hold up its body, revealing a ferocious expression with bloodshot eyes.
"Tsk, it's still so ugly."
Hearing the ridicule from the young man in front of him, the gray-haired mouse felt that the string that kept him sane was about to break.
What it loves most in its life is money, and what it hates most is being called ugly.
But the Holy Son of the Demon Sect has already called it ugly twice in front of it!
This is intolerable!
But thinking of its current condition, it decided to endure it a little longer.
It doesn’t matter. When the day comes to implement the plan, I can take revenge and complain.
(But why did he let me out now?)
The gray-haired mouse was just thinking about it when he heard a loud voice from Song Zhong beside Luo Wusheng.
"Sir, what are you doing with this... rather strange-looking mouse?"
Because he didn't know what his Lord Saint Son was saying and couldn't grasp his intentions, Song Zhong chose to express it in a euphemistic way.
He also thought the mouse was ugly.
Opposite him, Luo Wusheng, who knew that no one would listen to what he said now, waved his hand.
A pitch-black musket fell into his hand.
Without any hesitation and regardless of what kind of bullet was loaded, Luo Wusheng shot at the gray-haired mouse in the cage.
Although it sounds like a cruel thing, he inexplicably does not have any psychological burden... Maybe it is because this strange ugly rat has accumulated too much negative emotions for him
However, in order to prevent the mouse from being injured due to its weak defense, he used his spiritual power to weaken the power of the bullet itself.
This is the last tenderness of the Holy Son of Demon Sect.
The gray-haired mouse tried to dodge, but it was just an ordinary mouse at that time, how could it be faster than a bullet
As a result, its fur was scratched a little.
The effect of the bullet took effect on its body.
Suddenly, it seemed to see that the worker mice under its command no longer gave it money, and even gave the money that should have belonged to it to the hateful Son of the Demon Sect in front of it!
How could this be possible! Although the money was earned by the blood and sweat of those low-level workers, it should belong to you!
It is better to make money from rats than to kill their parents!
It got anxious.
I was so anxious that tears came out.
"Huh? Is it tear gas?"
Luo Wusheng looked at the bean-sized tears sliding down the mouse's sparse gray hair and touched his chin.
In fact, he was still a little wary of the mouse.
Although I couldn't find anything, the timing of its appearance was too suspicious, and the feeling of disgust it gave me also made me very concerned.
There was also a hint of testing in his firing of the shot.
However, the other party's performance was still no different from that of an ordinary mouse.
Am I really overthinking it? Or maybe it's just because the ugly rat's hair is so sparse that it arouses my bald PTSD
After a brief pause, he carved a few lines on the wooden board he had taken out earlier.
Although this group of equipment refiners cannot communicate now, they will be able to understand my messages after the effect on them wears off.
After doing all this, Luo Wusheng looked at the group of weapon refiners.
At this moment, they all showed expressions of sudden enlightenment on their faces.
"I see! The Holy Son wants us to try out the effects of those bullets on other creatures!"
Song Zhong immediately stood up and said, "It is true that low-level cultivators who use ordinary soldiers often rely on clearing out beast infestations in exchange for cultivation resources! It is equally important to test the effect on other animals! I didn't expect that Lord Saint could see through the incompleteness of our ideas! You are worthy of being Lord Saint!"
He bowed his head.
The other four people saw the posture of their Senior Brother Song, and although they didn't know what he was saying, they all nodded secretly.
Sure enough, just as they thought, the Holy Son was reminding them not to focus only on humans, but to compare the effects of bullets on other creatures.
The Holy Son even brought a special experimental subject for this purpose!
Gratitude was written all over the faces of this group of people.
Luo Wusheng's mouth twitched.
(Forget it, let them think whatever they want now. When they recover, they will naturally see the instructions I left.)
He didn't want to waste time with a group of people who had real communication barriers.
If I spent most of the day trying to make these weapon refiners understand what I meant, but the side effects on them were eliminated the next second, I would really have nowhere to go to complain.
Thinking of this, Luo Wusheng nodded slightly at them.
Putting the wooden board with the words aside, he walked downstairs slowly and left the gaze of the weapon refiners.
What these weapon refiners didn't notice was that with every stride their Holy Son took, the fluctuations in his aura became a little blurrier.
(Well, that should be fine.)
Luo Wusheng, who had perfectly concealed his figure and breath, stood outside the Magic Weapon Pavilion.
There were many people walking on the long street, but no one paid any attention to him.
The Holy Son of the Demon Sect nodded with satisfaction.
Hongyan Tower, I, Long Dahai, am here again!
Chapter 58 Lu Yuli: I suspect this guy wants to seduce my master
Jiange, Frost and Snow Peak.
Lu Yuli sat in her own small pavilion, holding a short wooden sword with a broad blade, with a rather nervous look on her face.
"Finally... I know what that guy has said to Master in the past two days..."
Miss Jianxian felt like she was dreaming these past two days.
If her master's sword test the day before had already surprised her, then the next two days had made her question her life.
Yesterday, her master Ling Shuangxue successfully fulfilled the words she said when she defeated the leader of Lingyu Peak the day before.
The sword tests three peaks.
The outcome is total victory.
Lu Yuli watched helplessly as her master, who was supposed to be seriously injured and had not yet recovered, showed a strength she had never had before. She defeated three peak masters in the early Nascent Soul stage with a crushing force. She also refined more of the blood jade's spiritual essence in the process, and completely returned to the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul stage.
She thought this was absurd and shocking enough, but today, her master completely refreshed her cognition.
Sword test seven peaks!
Moreover, the cultivation level of the last peak's leader is at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!
When his master defeated all the six peak leaders with six swords and his momentum reached its peak, he chose to challenge the middle stage of Nascent Soul without hesitation, causing countless exclamations from the disciples watching at the Sword Pavilion.
You have to know that the Sword Pavilion Nascent Souls are not those that are piled up with elixirs. Their foundations are more solid than each other. For a Sword Pavilion Nascent Soul to fight against a higher level is almost as difficult as ascending to heaven.
This is indeed the case.
Faced with the pressure from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, his master, who was originally as powerful as a rainbow, was restrained everywhere, and gradually fell into a disadvantage as the swords flashed.
But at that time, there was no panic in the Master's eyes. He just continued to swing the sword one after another at his own rhythm to take on the opponent's attacks.
Block one sword, block ten swords, block a hundred swords...
Even the most obtuse Sword Pavilion monk should have noticed that something was wrong.
Sure enough, just when the middle-stage Nascent Soul master was getting more serious and was about to slash out with tens of millions of swords with all his strength in an instant, changes appeared on his master's body.
The terrifying spiritual power poured into the cold sword in his hand like a torrent.
This sword broke through thousands of sword lights and slashed the opponent.
It also broke through the bottleneck of my own master.
Today, Ling Shuangxue, the leader of Frost Snow Peak, won the sword test of seven peaks and officially entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Everyone present was amazed, and even the leaders of various peaks came to congratulate.
Some people even came to ask her why she made such rapid progress, and said that the effect of breaking down and then rebuilding was so good that they wanted to go crazy again.
When this question was mentioned, the leader of Frost Snow Peak, who was always known for his indifference to human feelings, rarely showed a smile on his face.
Her answer was simple: I have accepted a good disciple…
Therefore, all eyes present were focused on Lu Yuli, who was placed aside to watch the battle.
(I'm not! I don't!)
Even though she wanted to cry but couldn't, as one of the parties involved and the real culprit, Miss Jianxian suppressed the changes in her expression with great tolerance.
Keep smiling, elegance never goes out of style.
She already felt that the character she had developed over the past decade was all for these two days.
Fortunately, my master soon received the message from the Lord of Sword Pavilion and went to deal with the relevant matters after his promotion to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Because he was worried about himself, he sent himself back to Frost and Snow Peak first.
Time goes back to the present.
Seeing the words slowly appearing on the wooden sword in her hand, the somewhat nervous Miss Sword Fairy immediately focused her attention on it.
With her cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, she could read ten lines at a glance and quickly scanned the message that appeared on the wooden sword.
At the beginning, Lu Yuli was still calm.
The master spoke a little more in the message, but it was still within her acceptable range and there was nothing abnormal.
She nodded secretly.
(But the story that guy told this time was really interesting... No, no, now is not the time to do that!)