() City Lord Guo glanced at Song Lian and thought to himself: "Are you still a mortal? A mortal dares to talk in front of me, and dares to provoke the general with words, huh, there is not much material, there is no difficulty. Bah, it is not a difficulty,

It's very difficult." His eyebrows moved, and he said to Song Lian: "To be fair to the miracle doctor, I can still get this bit of information. I guess you don't believe in the difficulty, so I'll let you take a look.

Gadgets are so perverted." It was a pun, and the response was not bad.

Song Lian secretly laughed, and did not care about the pun-intended ridicule. City Lord Guo has stayed in the mortal world for a long time, so it is a good thing to get involved in the fireworks of the world, so he nodded and said: "Very good, let the kid open his eyes and see what the difficulty is."

City Lord Guo didn't say much, and immediately made up a magic formula, the Three Flavors True Fire, come out!

Only after the Nascent Soul attains enlightenment can one cultivate the Three Flavors of True Fire, which is extremely powerful. In order to make Song Lian change his mind, Guo City Lord revealed the Three Flavors of True Fire in front of a mortal in order to make Song Lian change his mind. It was also very helpless to blow up flies with atomic bombs. Think about what this ant said

: "Hey, God, you can't do it, but I can." I felt very uncomfortable inside.

Ever since, Song Lian stared blankly at a fire in mid-air, burning out of thin air, but could not feel the temperature.

This was blocked by City Lord Guo, otherwise, with just coercion, a thousand Song Lians would be dead on the spot.

Doctor Song is finished. Who can save City Lord Guo from the fire and water?

When Song Lian was stunned and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, City Lord Guo threw out a silver ingot. The three flavors of real fire wrapped the silver ingot and suspended it in the air. In the blink of an eye, the silver ingot turned into silver liquid, which was extremely magical.

Song Lian's eyes rolled around. Was it melted by high temperature, or by this fire without temperature?

At this point, Mr. Song, who was more curious than anything else, finally couldn't help it. Although Master Yuanying was right in front of him, and a look could kill him instantly, he still couldn't help but secretly release his soul consciousness to see how the strange fire in the sky melted the silver ingot.

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The habit of taking things apart since I was a child happened again.

Fortunately, his soul consciousness was not discovered by the monk's spiritual consciousness, because City Lord Guo just released his spiritual consciousness at this time and continued to act, and began to take the shape according to Song Lian's request.

So, Song Lian calmly and boldly used his soul consciousness to take a quick look.

What Guo Cheng made was a large needle. Under the control of his spiritual consciousness, Dao Li wrapped the silver liquid and shaped it into whatever shape he wanted. Soon, a needle was completed, solid, and he had to find a way to cut it from a very small size.

The needle poked a hole.

At this time, City Lord Guo became solemn, and his spiritual consciousness mobilized his spiritual power, continuously compressing and refining it, and finally became a thread. He rushed towards the solid needle, trying to drill a needle hole. Unexpectedly, with a pop, the needle exploded.

City Lord Guo looked at Song Lian helplessly and said: "Even if my spiritual consciousness can penetrate this gadget, it will be effortless. I can mobilize my true energy to rush out of such a small needle hole, but I can't control it. The success rate is only 50%. The three of them

The success rate of human beings is less than 30%. With these 200,000 pieces, I’m sorry to say that I can’t do anything.”

The monk's weapon refining is mysterious and extraordinary. Although Song Lian watched it from beginning to end, and followed the refining with soul consciousness, he could not understand anything. He could only see that the first was the special three-flavored true fire, and the second was spiritual consciousness, divine consciousness and true essence.

Combining strength and shaping and drilling holes, that's all. If there is any gain, it is to see clearly why City Lord Guo failed.

A master of Nascent Soul from a dignified weapon-refining sect cannot make small needles?

No, but Song Lian didn't make it clear. The needle can be long or short, there is no limit. Therefore, strictly follow the three-inch drawing indicator. The higher the cultivation level, the purer the silver liquid, and the less able it is to fix the volume and density.

When a hole is made with a needle of a fixed size, the excess material can only become purer under the pressure of internal and external forces, otherwise it will explode. If the needle is allowed to be long or short, there will never be explosion.

With a change of heart, Song Lian said to City Master Guo: "It is indeed difficult to make it like this. I wonder if City Master Guo dares to make a bet with the boy, and lend me a few experts to get 10,000 tubes in one day."

Hearing the word "bet", City Lord Guo's heart skipped a beat.

A gambling ring loomed overhead.

I heard that no one could refuse this kid once he made a bet. He was a complete freak. If anyone bet with this mortal freak, hehe, I would not be fooled. So, he immediately said: "Why bet? If the miracle doctor can make it in one day

Ten thousand, this city lord will definitely give you a generous gift, and as long as this city lord has it, you can make a request, how about this?"

City Lord Guo's refusal was actually equivalent to an agreement. The gambling ring did not disappear. For this reason, he used a trick to hide it from Song Lian.

"Don't fall for it!" Song Lian was dumbfounded and thought to himself: "It's okay if I have learned a lesson. Time is tight and I won't care about you." He immediately said: "If you don't want to bet, I won't bet." As soon as he said this, City Lord Guo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The gambling ring disappears.

"Who can take out the black iron with a relatively high melting point and make it into a silk thread the size of a hair?"

Since there was no need to gamble, there was no need to keep secrets, so Song Lian was ready to demonstrate the mortal style of weapon refining on the spot.

This is easy. The difficulty is too low for three masters of refining. They shoot flies with a machine gun. A monk who is about the level of golden elixir turns around and prepares to light a fire in the refining room. The golden elixir has elixir fire, but it cannot be like the master of Guo City.

Put it out like this.

City Lord Guo frowned and simply stopped him. He immediately used the three-flavored true fire and said to Song Lian, "Please tell me, the miracle doctor."

Song Lian didn't show off any more and said directly: "First use black iron with a high melting point to make a thin thread the size of a hair, then wrap the silver liquid in it, shape it, cool it, and pull out the thin thread."

ah…….

Even City Lord Guo was dumbfounded. This is too simple, too simple, too simple...

Why didn’t I think of that!

Great monk Yuanying who has solemnly proven the Dao, how could he not have imagined that he would lose to an ant? This guy is too evil.

Suddenly, the four people looked at each other, and their eyes began to shine.

This is a new weapon refining technique!

In this sect competition, the number one scholar in the examination——, has become prosperous.

City Lord Guo wished he could hug Song Lian and kiss him. Mo Yang City would be proud this time. Among other things, the problem of Mo Yang City was performance production. Others couldn't do it. Haha, we, Mo Yang City, are no big deal.

So, they were all looking forward to the production of the syringe part, and stared at Song Lian with eager eyes.

"Tch, I thought I had found a treasure with such a stupid method. I waited until my brother built a lathe. Haha, it turns out that as a cultivator of weapon refining, all my skills are focused on material synthesis. A true material synthesizer is not a tool maker."

After turning around in his heart, Song Lian said to Lord Guo: "The next step is a bit difficult. We need ice cubes as smooth as water. We need to make an anvil on top of it as flat as water, and then use this anvil to grind out a thin layer of silver.

Then, get some wood and wait until the boy makes a wooden lathe. The round core is ready. In the same way, the silver foil wrapped around it becomes the needle barrel."

Such a simple thing has turned into mush and a mess in the minds of four masters of weapon refining. Well, today I, the city lord, will play with you, a freak and monster.

When he came to the pond, City Lord Guo showed his power and used his magic formula to cover the entire pond. Get up!

The entire pond turned into a lump of ice suspended in mid-air.

Song Lian's tongue, my mother is so awesome!

"Divine Doctor Song, are you going to pour black iron on this ice?"

Song Lian's chicken pecked at the rice and kept nodding.

Fortunately, today a master who has proven the Dao Yuanying is doing it himself, because if other open flames are used, water and fire are incompatible, and a smooth and flat anvil cannot be made.

For the masters of weapon refining, these are tools with no technical content. There is no need to forge and infuse true energy, no need to change the properties of materials, and no need to mobilize spiritual consciousness to burn formations. It is too simple.

Without turning the heel, a huge anvil is completed.

At this time, Song Lian had a new idea and asked City Lord Guo to divide such a large anvil into two pieces, pour the melted silver liquid between the two anvils, and press them together to create a very even and smooth silver plate. How many times did he want to make it?

Any millimeter will do.

Song Lian was very excited inside.

This humble thing is extraordinary.

Next, it was Song Lian's turn to demonstrate. He made a simple woodworking lathe. He just stuck a piece of wood in the center, turned the wood, fixed the angle with a turning tool, and turned out a smooth round stick.

This time, it was the turn of City Master Guo and the three masters of weapon refining to be dumbfounded by the discs, rotating shafts, sliding frames, pedal crankshaft connecting rods, thimbles, chucks...

One after another strange things appeared in Song Lian's hands, and he didn't know what they were doing.

Finally, Song Lian assembled a wooden lathe, and Guo Chengzhu and the other two walked around the lathe for a long time, touching here and there, amazed and full of expectations.

Song Lian was very proud and demonstrated the wooden stick driving on the spot.

At this point, the four City Lord Guo finally understood what Song Lian wanted to do, and were completely impressed by what a strange man and skill he was.

What Song Lian didn't expect was that some of the wood here was harder than iron, and the round sticks turned out by the lathe were so perfect that they simply used them as push handles. In this way, one stick fits inside the other, making it a perfect fit.

City Lord Guo participated in the production of the great project from beginning to end, scratching his head and head, and was overjoyed. A bunch of nouns popped up in his mind, such as genius, freak, monster... He thought to himself: "You are really a genius, Dai Jifeng will definitely be embarrassed, haha

Haha..., I, Guo Tianyou, haha..., it's a pity that this kid can't practice Taoism, it's a pity, it's such a pity."

As a result, Lord Guo's mansion became a huge factory. More than 3,000 extremely crude wood lathes were started working together. At the end of the day, not to mention 10,000, there were 50,000. There were not enough weapon refiners, so it was not difficult anyway.

All the disciples, disciples and grandsons came.

On the third day, the two chefs followed City Lord Guo with the same sad faces.

The paste did not grow green hairs, but long reddish-brown hairs.

Song Lian snickered inwardly when he saw it, but frowned on the outside.

City Lord Guo's little heart began to flutter. He has cultivated Taoism to this extent, and he is a master of Nascent Soul. Come on, let's throw it into the river to feed the bastard.

No wonder City Lord Guo lost control. He was really shocked by Song Lian. I wonder what kind of tricks Song Lian is going to do again. Look at the Guo Mansion, what is it like?

It doesn't have the flavor of immortality, it's just like a mortal workshop.

The chef used the fermentation method, the flour was not boiled, and the temperature and humidity were not well controlled when cultivating the green hair. There was no thermometer here, and it was relatively dry. Song Lian was also a little helpless, so he made the paste on the spot, and then

I want City Master Guo to make a sealed room with a skylight. If there is no skylight, then make one and spray it with alcohol to disinfect it. If there is no alcohol? Simple, City Lord Guo can come over and make me a condenser tube to purify the high-strength wine.

Finally, I called a monk to boil a pot of water at the door and blow steam into it regularly. If the temperature in the room is too high, for example, it is equal to body temperature, then open the skylight. If I feel cold, quickly blow water into it.

steam.

From the beginning to the end, City Lord Guo Pidianpidian followed behind. Even though he was afraid of being tormented by Song Lian, he was still willing to do so. This monster was so loving. He had studied Taoism in the Yuanyang Sect for hundreds of years, but he had not made as much profit as he had these days.

After three days, green hair grew out, and City Master Guo suddenly became more confident.

At this time, Song Lian did not carry out large-scale rescue work, but conducted experiments.

Through high-temperature sterilization, this work is carried out secretly. This is a secret that is not passed on. Even if things are stolen and people do not know how to sterilize, the consequences will be endless.

After that, Song Lian took the syringe and green hair paste for the test and waited for the patient to test it.

This time, Master Baimiao learned his lesson and brought one in casually on the street.

Song Lian opened the man's collar, inserted the syringe into the black blood tumor, pulled it back, and immediately drew out the black blood, and bright red blood flowed out. Then he pulled out the syringe, applied paste, stood up and said: "Okay

, Observe for a day, and notify me if there is any situation. I need to deal with this monster." After saying that, he ignored the group of petrified guys behind him and walked away alone.

"Hu Ling, do you want to eat it? If you don't, my brother will deal with it."

"Don't eat."
Chapter completed!