The old man Gongye tilted his head towards Mr. Wen Er and explained with a proud face: "Yujiaolong is a genus. It is said that it was born from a divine bird as its mother and a divine dragon as its father. However, it has no horns, no wings, and cannot fly with its parents. If you go, you can only lie dormant in the human world.Www,QuanBeN-XiaoShuo,CoMThe divine bird licked its calf. Before flying to the sky, it planted a feather beam in the body of the dragon. When the dragon succeeds in cultivation and the feather beam turns into feathers, it can ascend! "
Xiao Yi had already woken up at this time. After listening to the old man Gongye's words, he also remembered the legends he had read before, and continued in a clear voice: "So, Renjiao has been cultivating this feather in his body throughout his life. Liang, all the magical power of Nijiao is hidden in it!" After saying that, Xiao Yi blinked his eyes and asked with a smile: "Old man, are these legends true?"
Old man Gongye's face was full of surprise. A little girl in Wen's village actually knew the allusion of Cheng Jiao. In addition, Xiao Yi had bright eyes and white teeth, and an innocent and bright smile. When the old man saw that she liked her from the bottom of his heart, he smiled and shook his head: " It’s just a legend. Otherwise, if Mr. Wen killed Ren Jiao, the golden dragon wouldn’t come down to earth immediately to avenge his son? But the strength of Ren Jiao is all hidden in this dragon thorn, this is correct!”
Xiao Yi nodded vigorously. She had heard of the Jiao Jiao, but she didn't know how to refine weapons. She pointed to Wen Leyang's straight left leg and continued to ask: "The Jiao thorn inserted into his leg (Harmony) is..."
The more Old Man Gongye looked at Xiao Yi, the happier he felt in his heart, and his expression became rare and kind: "If you want to refine the dragon thorn, after extracting it from the body of the dragon, you must keep it in the bones and blood of the future owner, and then refine it like this Only a precious treasure can communicate with its owner. However, the dragon thorn is unruly and cannot be raised without a great chance. This is the fate of Mr. Wen!"
The old rabbit demon Bu Le has always shown great trust in the old man Gongye, so he just stopped Wen Bucao who was about to fight for his life. Now after hearing his words, he frowned and asked: "What will happen if I can't support him?"
Gongye raised his shoulders indifferently: "In no time, the blood will be drained by the sting of the dragon and turned into a mummy!" Then he didn't wait for others to get angry, so he said as a matter of course: "Isn't this a good thing?"
Xiao Yi's eyes were no longer so friendly, and he asked again: "How long will the thorn stay in Wen Leyang's leg?"
Old man Gongye shook his head frankly: "It's hard to say. If it's fast, it might take three to five years. If it's slow, it might be thirty to fifty years. If you want to use dragon thorns to make a treasure, you can't do it quickly!" The old man simply can't do it! Unaware of the angry gazes of the Wenbucaos, they were still muttering: "It's a pity that the dragon is dead. If the dragon's thorns were pulled out while he was still alive, the power would be great!"
Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry. Could it be that in the next few decades, his left leg would be so straight that he couldn't bend it
Wen Buzao chewed his teeth and turned around to ask Mr. Wen Si behind him: "Will this delay his marriage?"
Xiao Yi and Mu Mu held hands and staggered almost at the same time. If it weren't for Ah Dan and Shi Jiu's quick eyes, the two girls would have fallen down. Mu Mu's eyes were surprised, scared, and a little happy. , stared at Xiao Yi and asked: Want to get married? Who to marry? "
Uncle Wen Tunhai laughed loudly: "Who else is there besides you two!"
Nineteen beside them frowned quickly, and an incomprehensible look flashed across his face.
At this moment, Wen Leyang suddenly let out a sigh, pointed at his thigh and asked Gongye: "Old man, what's going on?"
Gongye just glanced away, let out a low cry, and sat on the ground. The wrinkles on his face were densely packed with a look of horror, and he stammered: "Maybe!" "
All the thorns that had just penetrated Wen Leyang's left leg, at some point, quietly shot out a small section of less than half an inch!
According to the old man Gongye, when all the thorns come out, they can be refined into a treasure that resonates with Wen Leyang's heart. However, the old man never expected that in just ten minutes, the thorns would be ready. It's starting to come out.
The poison of Ning Jiao is very similar to the poison of life and death in Wen Leyang's body, otherwise this monster would not have ignored Le Yangtian's orders and chased Wen Leyang with all his life to bite him.
Now that the Wen Le Yang Poison Technique has advanced rapidly, the meridians and body bones have been reshaped by the poison of life and death, and they are even more similar to Ren Jiao. To put it bluntly, he is now a simplified version of the human form of Ren Jiao, so the dragon thorns can be smoothly integrated with his body. , and quickly accepted his flesh and blood.
The process of the dragon thorn recognizing its owner is from fast to slow, and the later it comes out, the slower it becomes. But now it seems that it will only take a few days in total, not at all like the old man Gongye expected, which will take several years or even It takes decades. After being stunned for a moment, the old man Gongye finally came to his senses. He screamed and jumped up, took out his mobile phone and called home. He gave a series of loud orders, asking his disciples to come over immediately with all kinds of materials.
Gongye finished the call, took a deep breath, and then looked at Mr. Wen: "Jiao Ci, I can make an extremely powerful magic weapon for Mr. Wen, Jiao Skin, which can be made into a body armor that is invulnerable to the five elements. Why are you trying to steal it from me?"
Mr. Wen Er snorted coldly, and then slowly walked to the side of Nijiao's body. He squatted down and carefully observed the jelly-like poisonous blood in the broken blood vessels on the wound. He kept taking out wooden skewers, bamboo skewers, silver skewers and other things, and tried them repeatedly. No matter what the material of the skewer was, it would immediately turn into nothing as soon as it came into contact with the poisonous blood. However, the second master's face became increasingly happy. , in the end, he carefully took out something as big as a palm, which looked like a complete small turtle shell, from the leather bag.
Even uncle Wen Tunhai didn't know what the second master took out.
Only the other three old men's faces changed slightly at almost the same time. The eldest grandpa reminded solemnly: "Second brother, be careful!"
The second master nodded: "I have my own sense of propriety!" Although he said this, there was no confidence in his tone.
The small turtle shell quietly sank into the blood of the dragon, and then dug out a small piece of poisonous blood.
A few small pieces of poisonous blood accumulated in the center of the turtle shell, occasionally shining with a dazzling beauty in the sunlight. At this moment, the second master couldn't suppress the look of ecstasy on his face, and said two words in a trembling voice to the other three masters and his uncle Wen Tunhai: "Five elements!" As he said that, he turned his hand and showed a red stick. The long needle gently pricked the fingertip of his right thumb. Immediately, a drop of extremely bright red blood slowly condensed, and it was full of blood! In the blood beads, there seemed to be a dancing flame, swaying softly.
The expressions of the other three old men and uncle Wen Tunhai became solemn, and they each showed a long needle and pierced their right thumbs as well.
The elder's needle is golden, and the blood on his finger also has a faint golden light. Under the blood red, it is covered with a layer of hardening.
The third master's needle is sky blue, and the blood on his finger is red with a hint of blue, rippling as softly as water.
The fourth master's needle was brown, and the blood in his finger was particularly thick and poured out very slowly.
Uncle's needle is green...
The five core figures of the Wen family practice poison skills, each occupying one of the five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and all five poisons!
The five people carefully dripped the drop of blood from their fingertips into the turtle shell at the same time!
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