"Speak as you speak, and don't reach out your hand at every turn."

Ye He waved his hand to block Xuanhui Wuyou's hand, and moved his daughter in his direction.

In a few blinks, Ye Guilan understood the meaning of Xuanhui Wuyou's words.

With the true dragon blood in their bodies, it is not easy to discover the existence of Zhu Nian. After all, they are ancestors.

Xuan Hui glanced at Ye He with a worry-free smile and said no more.

The three of them stood aside and waited quietly. The Fang brothers stood there and studied it carefully, but the more they studied, the more solemn their expressions became.

After going in and out several times and changing tools again and again, neither of the two Fang brothers seemed to have made any effective progress.

Ye He originally thought that turning it into powder would be a relatively simple matter. He even thought of several teaching plans before coming here, striving to let Lieyang learn it as soon as possible after reshaping his body.

How could Yehe not want to pass on the bloodline abilities of the Ye family?

As long as this ability is not given to his daughter, he will of course spare no effort to do his best so that the Ye family can inherit the power of the ancient bloodline.

From dawn to dusk, the lights in the yard were turned on, and the two Fang brothers were still studying and tinkering.

Fang Chengqiu is the person with the highest attainments in armor among the Fang family. He has not made any progress for such a long time, which shows how difficult it is.

Ye Guilan thought about how quickly Xiaopang made armor, and couldn't help but admire him. Apart from other things, Xiaopang's forging skills were indeed as he said, and he was not bragging about it.

"It looks like we have to wait at Fang's house for a while."

Ye He whispered, "It's okay, it's not too urgent."

"What do you want the powder for?"

Xuanhui Wuyou said, "I can understand it being used as an armor part, but the powder... I really can't figure out its use."

"Reshape the body. The scale powder of the floating dragon can provide the highest toughness and avoid all the disadvantages after reshaping the body."

"Reshape...the body?"

Xuanhui Wuyou looked at Ye He, "You can do this too?"

Ye He snorted, "Otherwise, how do you think Wugui came back? Did the reborn spiritual species slowly survive?"

"I thought the reshaping of the body was done by others, but I didn't expect that it was all done by you." Xuanhui Wuyou's dark eyes lowered, "I really didn't expect it."

"Whose body are you trying to reshape? Wan Qi Wu Gui has already returned."

"Uncle, he is the bloodline that our Ye family finally found, and he was changed into a physical body." Ye Guilan took a deep breath, "he lived in the Xing family, and his name is Xing Lieyang."

"Changed the body?"

Xuanhui Wuyou's eyebrows twitched, "Is it related to the Black Soul Palace?"

"Now it seems that they did it, maybe because he is my father's younger brother, and they wanted to get something from the Ye family's bloodline."

"Did he disappear with the head of the Ye family?"

"Yeah." Ye He responded, "I don't know what this brother went through to have his body changed. It's not easy to find him. He... contributed this body to the Ye family."

"Throne Spirit?"

Xuanhui Wuyou understood immediately, and Ye Guilan smiled bitterly and nodded, "Uncle Lieyang has been waiting for a long time. As long as the powder is ready, my father can reshape his body."

Xuanhui was silent for a few seconds without worry, walked up to the two Fang brothers, and looked down at their progress.

There were various marks on the fragment of scale armor, and the corners were not broken at all.

"...I'll do it."

Xuanhui Wuyou spoke. Fang Chengyu and Fang Chengqiu thought they were hearing hallucinations. The two brothers raised their heads and looked at him, "...what?"

Silent, Xuanhui Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth, "I said, I'll do it."

The two Fang brothers blinked a few times and watched as Xuanhui walked up to them without worry and took away the tools in their hands and the hood on Fang Chengyu's head.

He put it on very skillfully and knew all the tricks of the tool.

The two Fang brothers who were about to remind them of the precautions shut up, took a step back, and began to concentrate on observing.

Yes, observe.

Unlike the two brothers from the Fang family, when Xuanhui controlled the tool without worry, spiritual energy overflowed from his palm and spread to the tool.

"Brother, are you trying to use your spiritual energy strength to confront others head-on?"

Fang Chengqiu's eyes lit up, and Fang Chengyu nodded, "This is the simplest and crudest method. We are not strong enough, so we can only continue to use detours."

"The intensity of the spiritual energy of the Phantom God directly destroys the original power structure. Fortunately, it is just grinding powder. If it is used in other forgings, it will destroy things."

Fang Chengqiu murmured, then smiled, "It's precisely because you want to grind powder that you dare to do this."

"Unexpectedly, the master of the Xuanhui family is so skilled in blacksmithing."

Fang Chengyu looked at Xuan Hui's worry-free profile and found it hard to imagine that such a person could have such superb forging skills.

Being strong is enough, but there are also additional skills.

"Brother, the methods of the Xuanhui family are so clever. I learned a lot of good things."

Fang Chengqiu summarized himself while watching. The way he kept talking made Fang Chengyu somewhat frightened. Fortunately, Xuanhui Wuyou never said anything during the process.

The quietest ones were undoubtedly Ye He and Ye Guilan. The father and daughter looked at someone standing at the table, wearing a hood and operating a tool to grind powder, and they were obviously a little confused.

Especially Ye He, he really didn't expect that Xuan Hui Wuyou would actually do it.

"Gui Lan, why do you think he did this?"

After a while, Ye He murmured, "Does he want... to let me get his wife back?"

Snap, Ye Guilan's little hand accurately covered Ye He's mouth.

Xuanhui Wuyou, who was operating, sneered, raised his head slightly, and stopped the movement of his hand.

Most of the fragments had turned into powder and were collected into a nearby bottle for storage.

"My wife, the spiritual seed has decayed and dissipated, and there is no trace of spiritual energy left."

Ye He was stunned and just about to say sorry, Xuanhui Wuyou ignored him and continued to move, speeding up the grinding process.

Ye He, who said the wrong thing, sat there and did not speak again.

Ye Guilan looked at Xuanhui Wuyou who was standing there. He and his father were essentially the same people. They both had deep feelings.

As the head of the Xuanhui family, he has not been in love with his wife since she passed away, not because he couldn't find a suitable person.

His heart and emotions were all taken away by his wife.

The night is getting darker and darker, but many lights are lit here at the Fang family. Even in such a late night, the sound of forging can be heard constantly.

When the night faded and dawn came, all the fragments were turned into fine powder and filled with storage containers.

Xuanhui Wuyou took off his hood and put the tools on the table. Fang Chengqiu excitedly wanted to ask for advice, but Fang Chengyu pulled him back.

This silly boy, couldn't you tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere?

Xuan Hui picked up the powder expressionlessly and walked to Ye He, "You can start."

Ye He sat there and took it, and Xuan Hui's worry-free words came again, "Regardless of whether there is a possibility of my wife's resurrection, even if there is, I will not borrow it from outsiders."

Ye He's throat tightened and he raised his head, suddenly at a loss.

Xuanhui Wuyou's face was gentle and handsome, and he always had a slight smile on his lips. Although he was distant, he was not as cold as he is now.

The way he looked at Ye He was arrogant and cold, as if he were standing on the clouds looking down at the gods below.

"...I will help you."

Ye He murmured and clenched the bottle with his fingers. At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the sadness in the heart of the man in front of him.

Because he has also experienced it, watching his beloved wife die and being helpless.

Xuanhui Wuyou stood in front of him, his lips moved slightly and his fingers curled up slightly.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying this, he turned around and left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"I said the wrong thing."

Ye He sighed, "If I have a chance... I will apologize."

He looked down at the bottle in his hand and shook it slightly, "Brother Fang, can you let me borrow this place for a while?"

"Okay, no problem."

Fang Chengqiu spoke immediately, and the two Fang brothers cleared the table and left immediately. They also thoughtfully closed the door and told the family members not to disturb them.

After Xuanhui Wuyou left the Fang family, when he returned to the clan, several elders were frightened when they saw his expressions.

Somewhere in the Xuanhui clan, there is a place where flowers bloom all year round.

In the center surrounded by flowers is a small lake, on which a small boat is floating gently with the current.

The man jumped up, landed gently on the boat, and lay down.

The water ripples gently, like someone's warm embrace.

A figure came to the shore lightly and silently. Xuanhui lay on the boat without saying a word.

Wearing a yin-yang mask and a wrap coat, the word Xuan Hui is embroidered somewhere on the clothes.

Xuanhui Wuyou slowly opened his eyes, looked at the silent throne spirit on the shore, and tightened his fingers continuously.
Chapter completed!