The delivery man said: "We have to wait for that sword. It's too big. Gu Xiaojun is trying to figure it out!" After saying that, he went down the mountain without looking back. Wen Leyang really wanted to let them go, but he didn't have time.
As soon as the plastic bag was opened, the air in the entire Wenjia Village suddenly changed. It did not become colder or hotter, not clear or turbid, but a feeling of chaos and restlessness suddenly filled everyone's hearts. wwW,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,Com Qin Zhui's sword power was also disrupted. The world that was established with his sword could no longer form a circle in the breath of the corpse of the dragon.
Renjiao had been dead for nearly twenty days, but his body showed no sign of decay, and there was no blood seeping out of the fractures on his head and neck. Just like before, the blood in the thick blood vessels on the wound was like jelly, crystal clear and congealed.
The four old masters also have their own advantages in poison skills. Among them, the second master is the most proficient in refining poison. After seeing the corpse of Ren Jiao, the gloomy and cruel mood that had been there for decades turned into silly joy. He paused and rubbed his palms, his eyes full of greed. He let out a strange scream, jumped between the corpse and the other old men, stretched out his hands and pushed them out in vain: "No one is allowed to rob me, it's all me." Yes, it’s all mine!”
As soon as the second master finished speaking, another scream suddenly came from outside the village. An old man, who was about the same age as the four old masters Wen, stumbled into the village. He almost lay on the corpse of Ni Jiao, talking in his sleep. As if repeating: "It's all mine, it's all mine!"
Behind the old man who just rushed in, a burly old man followed with a smile, Jifei came.
When Jifei entered the village, he was immediately startled. He flipped his hands and used a magic talisman in his left hand and a flying sword in his right hand. However, the expression on his face soon changed from vigilance to confusion: Wen Leyang was fighting the enemy with great speed, but the others ignored him and all gathered around the corpse of Nijiao.
Monk Shuijing walked up to Ji Fei briskly and told Jifei what happened in a low voice. The old Taoist's eyes became brighter and brighter. After hearing the general idea, he slapped his thigh and shouted angrily at the battle group: "Who is that Wen?" , kill this bastard who stole nineteen!"
Qin Zhuihu roared, and the Tang sword danced more fiercely, but the momentum became more and more scattered. He had just realized the sword's power, and after a night of hard fighting, his true energy was consumed a lot. Now that the corpse of Ren Jiao is exposed in the village, although it is non-toxic and odorless, the poisonous power of chaos accumulated during his lifetime has been completely dispersed in the air. Qin Zhui's hidden power must be broken first and then established. The appearance of Ren Jiao seems to Qin Zhui. There was an extra big mountain, and his hidden power almost had to use all his strength to make a slash. It didn't take long for his strength to be exhausted.
Finally, after Qin Zhui struck the last blow, he lay sprawled on the ground. Wen Leyang smiled sheepishly, ran to the old rabbit demon Bu Le and asked for a stone that monks use to strengthen their body and restore their physical strength. After feeding the elixir to Qin Zhui, he said with a smile: "The body of the dragon dragon disturbs your magical power, and we won't win or lose!"
Qin Zhui nodded: "No matter who wins or loses, that's what you said!"
Wen Leyang laughed loudly: "That's right, let's fight again after you regain your strength?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhui shook his head vigorously: "I'm not going to fight you. I'll fight her directly when Nineteen is healed!" He had indeed become smarter now, and he figured out the key in one night.
Jifei came up to him with a smile. He had just listened to Shui Jing's explanation of what had happened, and he said congratulations first, with genuine joy between his brows. Then he continued: "There are only three people in charge of the painting city." , the city lord Leyang Shojin and his two sons. The old man and the youngest son are both dead. Leyang Wen has not returned home during this time. There are only ordinary disciples. I left a message, asking him to come back and be sure to talk to him. Let’s get in touch.”
At this time, Wen Leyang suddenly remembered something. He turned back to Qin Zhui, who was melting the power of the medicine, and said, "After you have rested, I will ask you something."
Qin Zhui nodded: "What do you have for breakfast?"
When I came back from Beijing, I was thinking about the corpse of Nijiao, so I went to Panshan Mountain in Tianjin. "As he spoke, Jifei stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man who was lying on the ground and rubbing the skin of the dead snake back and forth with his hands: "I have invited Mr. Gongye here. Although our casual cultivators are not as good as Wufu, when it comes to practicing alchemy in the world, To make swords from weapons, it belongs to none other than the Gongye family! "
Only then did Wen Leyang understand why it took almost twenty days for Jifei to go from Shanghai to Beijing and then back to Sichuan. He went to invite someone, and Nijiao was full of treasures. We really need a master of weapon refining to help us.
The old rabbit demon Bu Le also came over and smiled to help: "Ji Fei did a good job on this errand! The Gongye family's secret refining technique. Although it has only been passed down for a few hundred years, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is unique in the world. . We masters of the Five Blessings and Righteous Path will ask him for help when we find good materials. But the reward they ask for is not high."
Jifei laughed extremely proudly: "Remuneration? When old man Gongye heard that he was Nijiao, he was afraid that if we didn't ask him to refine the weapon, there would be no reward!"
The Gongye family has inherited the art of weapon refining, but the world's good materials are limited. The Gongye family has good skills, but they can't put them to full use. This time I heard that the Wen family got the corpse of Cheng Jiao. He immediately followed Jifei, just like a virtuoso pianist who heard that "Green Qi" has reappeared in the world and wanted to play it no matter what.
Back. In the past, luthiers would not spend a lot of money to play music, but they would rather spend all their money just to get a piece of music.
Sure enough, as soon as Jifei finished speaking, Mr. Gongye jumped up to Wen Leyang. The old man, who had been tempering his life like a knife in the past, had eyes full of longing and expectation: "Give me Nijiao... I don't want anything. I’ll give you all the treasures I’ve made!”
Before Wen Leyang could say anything, the second grandfather ran over angrily: "Here it is? Do you need to practice the Wen family's things? What poisonous techniques do you know?"
Mr. Gongye was furious: "Make poison? Just grab a five-step snake." Before he could finish his words, Jifei covered his mouth. Mr. Gongye's face turned red with anger, and he struggled to get out of Jifei's hand. Li struggled away, stared at Wen Leyang and said, "If I prick you, don't move!"
Wen Leyang was stunned, not understanding what old man Gongye meant.
The old rabbit demon pushed Wen Leyang from behind: "Just do what Master Gongye said, he won't harm you!"
Gongye nodded, without any excuse, and strode to the body of Nijiao, groping it carefully with his hands. The second master raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but he was stopped by the elder with a smile.
Gongye touched the snake from its neck to its tail. After almost an hour, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found some treasure. He shouted to Mr. Wen Er, "Watch it!" After that, his whole body was like a noodle. Seemed to soften.
Wen Leyang was following Gong Ye, thinking that he was suddenly poisoned by the strange poison of the dragon dragon, but when he was about to save others, he realized that it was not the case. The old man pressed his body firmly against the snake's body. His ten fingers seemed to be dancing, tapping lightly on the snake's tail about seven feet away. Every time his fingers tapped, the attached scales would Like water ripples, Gongye's tapping became faster and faster, and the scales gradually rippled faster. Then, everyone's eyes widened in surprise!
On the back of Renjiao, a scale that looks nothing out of the ordinary is struggling hard with Gongye's fingers, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the body. Gongye's forehead is covered with sweat. The fingers danced even faster, and finally, with a tooth-piercing friction sound, the scales on the back seemed to bear tens of millions of kilograms of weight, and they pulled themselves away from the body of Nijiao with great effort!
But the dragon scale did not fall to the ground. There was still a thin long thorn attached to the root of the scale. The scale was like a struggling butterfly. Under the urging of the finger dance, it desperately dragged the long thorn. Inch by inch, bone spurs were pulled out diagonally from the corpse.
The sound of bone spurs rubbing against the corpse was like a divine sword that had not been seen for millions of years and was slowly being unsheathed.
Finally, the bone spur, which was nearly three feet long, was completely pulled out by the scales, and old man Gongye also screamed strangely: "Wen boy, don't move!" He jumped up and grabbed the bone spur, everyone looked stunned. , following the direction of the leg bone from top to bottom, he inserted the long thorn into Wen Leyang's left leg.
Wen Leyang's body has been reshaped with mirror bones. Not to mention the stings of swords and poisons, it can withstand all the bombardments of ordinary magic weapons. But under this bone spur, both the tough skin and the strong muscles have turned into tofu. (Harmony had no room for resistance, and was penetrated by bone spurs.
Several old ladies, uncles from the Wen family, Ji Feishui Jing and others roared at the same time, shook their bodies and were about to pounce on old man Gongye.
Only the old rabbit demon still had a smile on his face. He put his hand in front of Gongye and smiled at everyone: "Don't be impatient!"
Gongye didn't look at the Wen family at all, his eyes were fixed on Wen Leyang, and he asked with concern: "How is it, how is it?"
Wen Leyang's expression was very strange. Such a long bone spur almost pierced his thigh all the way to his ankle. It would have been troublesome if Wen hadn't been injured three inches. Except for the scales, all the bone spurs were buried in his left leg, but there was no pain at all.
The long thorn seemed to come alive. With his breathing, it slowly expanded and contracted. Every time it swelled slightly, Wen Leyang could clearly feel that part of the blood flowing in his left leg was sucked away by the bone spur. After a while, , the bone spurs contracted and returned their venom.
Faced with old man Gongye's constant urging, Wen Leyang replied with a wry smile: "It doesn't hurt, it just swells a little bit..."
Old man Gongye's face softened slightly, but he was still nervous: "Great! What else?"
The old man Gongye reacted coldly for a while, and cursed angrily: "Nonsense, the dragon stabbed in the leg, of course it can't bend! I'm asking you, has it exchanged blood with you again?"
Wen Leyang nodded quickly.
The old man was overjoyed and laughed loudly and said: "Boy, you have great fortune, very great!"
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