Sitting silently at the top of the peak, the young scholar in the blue shirt and cloth strips pinched the sword technique in one hand and held a white porcelain ink cartridge filled with big red cinnabar in the other hand. He held his breath and focused his mind, staring at the iron sword inserted in the cracks of the rock.

The sword is the craft of the Fengjia old store named by the Shangfang Administration of Jinshi. The craftsmanship of ordinary craftsmen is not excellent, but he is also a good guy. However, the water-dip cinnabar in the ink cartridge in his palm is uniform and fine, and the color is pure, which is obviously very particular. This is not the ordinary cinnabar produced in Shu, but the external elixir is made of mercury and sulfur fire according to the method of alchemy.

The Danjia Fire Refining Calendar is very important in medicine. The one with the following number of stone tang steak and mercury for 30 days is the lowest-grade one. It is called silver vermilion, also known as purple powder frost. It has the effect of reducing yin and yang, calming the spirit and suppressing the soul. Ordinary people possess evil and swallow half a money to remove ghost energy. The color of this small ink cartridge is pure, not as the silver vermilion common on the market, mixed with a lot of yellow elixir powder, red alum shavings, etc., but the color is pure red, and under the moonlight, there is a faint red light reflection. This is not the silver vermilion sold by the medicinal shop, but the nine-turn spiritual sand made by the alchemist who is skilled in the external elixir with the nine-turn spiritual sand added by the Zhoutian Fire Nine Degrees. Although this small box of nine-turn spiritual sand is not a rare thing, it is a necessary medicine bait for alchemists to refine alchemist. It is only slightly better than the golden tripod spiritual sand and the Qingjin Dantou, which are masters of the alchemist.

This box of Nine-turn spiritual sand should have been found only in the alchemy room of those alchemy masters. It was only possible that the experienced tax collector who had been aged and experienced, and it was possible that it was possible that the hard-earned Nine-turn spiritual sand was used to search the property. He half-squinted and looked at the hard-earned Nine-turn spiritual sand. Wei Ye, dressed in a green shirt, flicked his tongue and put his index finger into the ink cartridge. The spiritual sand ink contained in the ink cartridge was made of Yin-Yang slurry mixed with 50% well water and 50% river water. With just one touch, the fingertips felt a sticky and slightly cold wet feeling, as if the temperature of the human body had caused this rare external elixir bait to produce some unknown mechanism. The spiritual sand ink on the fingertips began to emit a dim but warm red light.

Wei Ye looked at the faint red light at his fingertips, nodded slightly, and pointed at the iron sword body:

"I am now cursing: One way of heaven, two way of earth!"

As the fingertips against the cold sword spine, the red and red spiritual sand ink, like a living thing, slowly and firmly winds into a complex structure on the sword.

Its color is like blood.

Blood was flowing down Liu Yefei's forehead. If Shi Tianpeng, who was beside him, hadn't the Heavenly King held the banner and made Yuanrong old Taoist stop the giant wolf's fangs in time, the Moshan in charge would have the same virtue as Bi Yong, who was lying in the middle army behind, and he would not have thought of finding a few good pieces of meat to make up his bones. The elites of these big gun mansions, whether their personal martial arts or overall coordination consciousness, were far superior to ordinary local state troops. Perhaps only the guards such as the fang soldiers raised by the generals of the border army could be slightly better. However, such elite people

After all, there were too few numbers. When Bi Yong, the leader of the kite who was desperate to tie the giant wolf's mouth with a fishing net, could not bear it and pushed the giant wolf's back, the weakness of too few elite soldiers and soldiers in the Big Gun Mansion was exposed. Although several battles caused considerable damage to the giant wolf, when elite warriors were seriously injured and could not fight again due to various reasons, even the reserve army was brought to the battlefield, even Zhao Yalong, who was stationed in the central army, felt something was wrong, and his expression became more and more solemn and depressed.

The special weapons bought back at a high price with magic blessings can still burn charred scars on the giant wolf's body. However, I don't know if it was because of Zhao Yalong's vision problem or because he was already at night, the wounds on the giant wolf's body were no longer as obvious as they were at the beginning.

Is it because the giant wolf began to have enough money to recover from the wounds on his body, or the spells blessed on the weapons began to fail? He thought about this with concern, and his fingers on the armor began to knock on it unconsciously. Six, six, six, five, four, was the tune of a passionate dance music that was beaten with a waist drum.

Sima Ling, regardless of whether this man who was even more powerful than a housewife was using her armor to practice the drummer's combo skills, she just raised her hand to face the battlefield where the giant wolf fought with the remaining warriors in the Big Gun Mansion. There were tiny, cool particles that only she could feel touching the skin. The hardware essence was gradually dispersing from the weapons that applied the text of warding off evil scriptures and returned to the main body. Without the blessing of the hardware essence, those wooden knives and sticks were no longer much better than the farm tools used by the villagers.

"You also need to pay attention to after-sales service when doing business. Uncle, is your pre-deduction reliable?"

Such questions did not disturb Wei Ye's attention. He still maintained the posture of pinching the sword technique with his right hand. He took a deep breath and exhaled again: "The natural method is connected to Tao!"

The Nine-turn Spirit Sand, which had adjusted the Yin-Yang Slurry, was squirming lazily on the sword spine, responding to his spell with an extremely impatient attitude. It could barely be seen that a new alien text was taking shape. Just two words were written, Wei Ye's face had already appeared an unhealthy red color, as if he had just run around Luoyang City.

Looking at the different text he had just written with disgust, the Qingshan Shuban pressed his chest and panted, muttering unhappily: "We can continue."

Almost rudely putting his middle finger and index finger into the ink cartridge, scraping the last bit of spiritual sand ink with a warm red light on his fingertips. He tried hard to adjust his breathing frequency, and recited the next spell like a wounded and dying beast roaring:

"The way of gods is not dead, the way of ghosts ends!"

It seems that just reciting this short mantra would almost cost him half his life.

But compared to his practice of magic that ordinary people cannot understand, some people are really in a desperate situation of dying.

Liu Yefei gritted his teeth, and the blood in front of him blurred his eyes. The blood, passionate blood, and blood could not tell whether it was someone else's or his own. The walnut double swords, which were the highest price since the founding of the Han Dynasty, had already broken a mouthful, which gave him more time to roll the ground. Liu Yefei's very stylish ink-colored shirt had been torn to pieces, and he had the style of a Beggars' Sect's head.

Compared to him, Shi Tianpeng was not much better. One of the guy's arms was twisted abnormally. That terrifying angle could no longer be considered a fracture, because even the most experienced senior orthopedic doctor had never seen such an arm twisted in a tricky way.

"How is it, monk, can you still beat me?" Liu Yefei raised his sleeve and rubbed the blood on his face, grabbed the remaining knife and asked, baring his teeth. Not only did he look scarred, but he also had some mental problems.

Shi Tianpeng grabbed the ash pole with one hand, gasped heavily, and reluctantly nodded as an answer.

Comparing the length of his arms and wooden knife, Liu Yefei held the remaining wooden knife, slowly took a few steps back, and stepped on the ground with his toes. Shi Tianpeng knew what this guy who looked a little gentle and elegant, and chanted the Buddha's name quietly, hanged the ash pole on the ground, and put out an extremely standard Wei Tuo Shen Amitabha stent.

Wei Tuo Shen Amitabha was the purest defensive for his set of stick techniques. However, when the master who created this set of stick techniques hidden three changes in the defensive force were hidden in this defensive. Only by understanding this point can he be considered an expert in using sticks. Shi Tianpeng was like a spring pressed down by external forces, waiting for the moment when he rebounded with all his strength.

He didn't have to wait too long at this moment. Behind Shi Tianpeng, Liu Yefei roared to the sky and jumped up. He jumped nearly four feet high and was stepping on Shi Tianpeng's white wax pole.

Shi Tianpeng was like a bow, and willow leaves were flying like arrows. As the monk said "Rise!", all his strength was condensed on the head of the ash pole and he pulled hard into the sky.

The figures of people soar into the sky, and the shadows of arrows soar into the sky.

Arrow shadow?

The facial skin exposed to the air felt a violent wind passing away. Liu Yefei looked at a long arrow with a red flame that ran past him in a daze.

If you can turn the time back for a moment, you may notice that a green-shirted scholar was biting the hilt of the iron sword with his hands, but he grabbed an old peach wood that split two branches with his hands. A black thick rope that seemed to be made of cow tendon was tied to the two branches of the old peach wood. The thigh of the iron sword that was mounted on the cow tendon rope was dragged back and stretched out so tightly. Such a rough thing, although the principle is similar to the slingshot of the nobles in Beijing, the workmanship is too slow. Even the vendors who set up street stalls on the 1st and 15th day of the day in the Jin market were ashamed to have such a large inferior product.

However, such a rough and almost joking object made a sound when the Qingshan Scholar let go. The three ancient characters written in the Nine-turn Spirit Sand on the sword's body, which were not seal and non-list, emitted a rippling red light at the same time, wrapping the entire sword in the red light and forming an arrow shape.

Arrow off the string.

The iron-tied bow used by the crossbowmen in the border army can shoot at most 210 steps. The character who can pull such a hard bow is already considered an elite in the army. The guy who can shoot the iron-tied bow out of the armor and kill people at 160 steps is enough to fight against a hundred generals. However, with the shoddy peach wood ox tendon slingshot, a iron sword weighing at least one pound, even if the King of Western Chu Xiang Yu was reborn, he might not be able to shoot a hundred steps away. However, this red light arrow made a scream through the air and ran straight down from the top of the peak!

The bright moon shines on the sky, and the stars avoid the road. Only the red rainbow rising from the head of the nameless small peak on the side of Mang Mountain is incompatible with this moonlit night and is eye-catching!
Chapter completed!