"What is this guy doing?"

The thin old man sent his personal disciple to help Yuantian get everything done. When he felt relieved, he thought to himself that the brat must be practicing well. As a result, when he came here today, he happened to see Yuantian breaking up the precious furniture in his room.

"ah……"

The thin old man was going crazy. It was the furniture he had polished through hard work. It took several years to spend. In fact, he knew that the reason why Yuan Tian was troubled by Elder Ye of the Law Enforcement Hall was entirely because of him.

So the thin old man was embarrassed and helped Yuantian build a good practice room, all in a confinement room. It was filled with furniture made by him through hard work. He thought that a little disciple would not destroy his things. Besides, the furniture was so high-end and exquisite, no one would be willing to destroy it.

I didn't know that today I came here to see how Yuantian practiced his skills and whether he had made progress in his cultivation. But it didn't matter that he was watching. Yuantian was busy dismantling his furniture in the house. The bed had been dismantled and the table was dismantled. Not only did it be dismantled, but it seemed that some places were also sawed off.

"Old man, you are here. You asked someone to make this house."

Yuan Tian was busy with that. When he looked up, he saw the thin head at the door, and bared his teeth at him and looked indifferent.

"You, you...my furniture!"

The thin old man was so angry that he couldn't speak. If another disciple dared to mess with his furniture like this, he would probably slap him to death. Because he and Fatty Hong were both optimistic about Yuantian's qualifications, he was reluctant to slap this guy to death.

"This furniture belongs to you, it's too ugly, I'll change it for you."

As he said that, Yuan Tian pulled out a small stool that he had modified himself from under his butt. This small stool was not a stool for the dining table, but a relatively shorter one. Yuan Tian first practiced his skills by using this stool to understand the hardness and plasticity of the wood, and also harmonized the color.

"This...is this the stool I used to?"

The thin old man was so angry that he couldn't speak just now, but now he was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue. The lines of this small stool were smooth and soft, not only the corners and carvings on it changed, but also added some colors that he had never used before. The color was not only beautiful but also shiny, and I don't know what craft was made of.

"It's your grey stool, how come I've changed it to look much better."

Yuantian put down the stool and cast a spell to clean up the colored paint on his hands. The carpenter's work cannot be accomplished by spells, so he does not apply any spells when he is working, but relies on the most primitive craftsmanship. Even those colors are first adjusted and applied and then painted before it can have the current effect.

"You can still see it, please continue."

The thin old man was obviously very excited, but now he deliberately pretended to be very calm. He took the small stool that Yuantian had prepared and looked at it, and then sat down directly. Why did he feel that the shape and color of the whole stool have changed, and even the feeling of sitting is different?

This little brat not only has good cultivation qualifications, but also has such great carpenter work. Even if he doesn't have that mysterious left hand, it's not in vain that carpenter work alone, Fatty Hong and I will help him.

The thin old man sighed and watched Yuantian continue to work there, just watching the proud table he used to change completely. After comparing this, what was he doing before?

Yuan Tian didn't care that someone was staring at him, and he was no longer afraid that others would learn the skills. Anyway, it was just a little carpenter's job, there was nothing to learn secretly, and it was not a precious technique like refining black pills. Besides, carpenter's jobs must be done by yourself. If you can't practice craftsmanship, you can't learn them even if you read them.

To be honest, the thin old man is really watching Yuantian work and wants to learn it, but this technique is not so easy to learn. Fortunately, the thin old man is a bit basic, and after watching it for a long time, he learned some of the techniques.

"How did you get your colored paint?"

If you want to talk about some carving methods, the thin old man can understand it. Although he doesn’t know some techniques, he can slowly contact him in the future. But the colorful paint is so coincidental, how can he see Yuantian’s sleeves attach to the furniture with a wave?

And what does the subsequent fire mean? It seems that the temperature is not high and it is not even flexible, but after the baking, the colored paint becomes smooth and bright. It is the technique of baking paint. Not to mention people in the magic cultivator circle, even the monks in the fairy city have never seen it.

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. What good things are you going to exchange with me. Don't fool me with those small pendants."

Those little key points are that the thin old man feels very delicate. In Yuantian's eyes, even if it is a standard of workmanship, he does not pay enough attention to the uncreative and meticulous aspects.

"Well, let me think about this."

In fact, Yuan Tian was just joking with him, but the thin old man really took it to heart. He knew that his small pendants could not be on the table at all. The only thing that could impress this brat was probably good magic cultivator skills, pills, weapons and other practical things.

"Look at how my big Japanese magic body is like."

As he said that, the thin old man took out a book of the Demon Clan. This book of the Great Sun Demon Body is a good martial art. Even at the realm of the great demon cultivator, he still likes it. On the surface of Yuantian, he is just a person with the late-stage cultivation level of the Demon Cultivator. Even if it is a bit special, this book of the Demon Clan should be attractive to him.

"It turns out that it is a magical technique to practice demon bodies. It's not rare or rare."

Yuan Tian simply read it and found that it was a training technique, so he threw it back to the thin old man. It seemed that he was not holding the magic book, but the dry cow dung he picked up on the grass.

What, what? The thin old man saw Yuan Tian throwing his big · Sun Demon Body Book back, and was surprised as he saw Yuan Tian dismantling his furniture. A small cultivator in the Demon Stage actually threw away the · Demon Book like garbage, and seemed to dislike this thing that was too inferior and afraid of dirtying his hands.
Chapter completed!