In order to test the effectiveness of the pharmacist's needle, Meng Yan stabbed the needle on the girl's body. Although it is estimated that there will be curative effect, this "unscientific" thing, even the ugly dance can not say that it can be 100 % accurate accurate accurate.
Then, then
Because of this unscientific, there was no surprise in the end. Fortunately, Meng Yan was not too much, and dare not stab his face directly.
Zhong Canfa, a black gas was broken on his shoulders, and spread out.
‘... effective!’
Before Meng Yan had been happy for two seconds, a large number of black gas poured out of the girl's body, as if there were thousands of poisonous snakes with life, and madly bite to the surroundings. Meng Yan almost took a bite.
‘I rely on! What is this?’
In a hurry, Meng Yan watched the black gas from the girl's body. If the tide came out, swallowed the whole person, and it also dispelled the stench like the ancient corpse.
‘A curse, how can it be like this? Is it a god, the magic curse? What did she have done before? In the temple of others?’
‘... Master, this is obviously supported by the surgeon behind. You try to solve the curse and touch the prohibited system in the curse.
‘It's so abominable! Actually dare to hinder me, dance ugly, kill him immediately!’
‘......... It must be seen only by the other party, or, at least to pull the other party into the inner world, you ca n’t just deal with the mirror world like Yue Haozun.’
‘What? You ca n’t let the flying sword, be directed by millions of miles, take the first level, or extend it in one hand. Do you crush people directly?’
'............ Just think about it. The special effects of making some animation will come out. I really want to do it. I may be very suspended. Maybe you can bet on Pluto.
It is, if you do n’t pull the needle, the girl is really dead. '
The pharmacist's needle is still through the light of the Buddha. Even if a large piece of black gas strikes. It can't hide a little white mang here, and even reversely stalemate with the black gas.
This is relative. It is the misery of the girl's heartbreaking heart.
In the inner world. Meng Yan's thoughts, the needle flew out from the girl's shoulder, and returned to Meng Yan's palm. Without the stimulation of the Buddha power, the black gas quickly recovered the body, no longer erupted, everything gradually calmed down.
‘It’ s a pity, God's needle may not lose to the other party, but we do n’t have the surgeon ... this hate. ’
‘Even the surgeon is estimated to be useless. The woman’ s body is too weak. On both sides, she uses her body as a platform to fight.
‘I originally hoped that the icon would be spiritual ...’ Meng Yan looked back at the Guanyin icon that towered into the clouds, ‘but the icon did n’t respond, and we did n’t recruit it.’
'The benefits of Buddhism have always been given nothing, and you have enough cheap owners. You also want to continue to work as a white work for you. The icon must be pretended to be died. However, this time she is not a white pain.
It is learned that the curse in her body is not simply a curse, but someone is monitored by long -distance, which means that she is very high. '
'Do you still need to say this? Can you see your calculations first and calculate a better solution before you. Can this brain value be not high? If you do n’t see it with your own eyes, I really don’t believe that someone in the world can do it in the world.
! '
Meng Yan glanced regretfully at the unconscious girl and jumped out. The mirage outside suddenly moved. He jumped up from his original squatting position and rushed towards the furnace. However, this movement had a very short movement.
For an instant, the edge of the mirage was slightly blurred. At this blurry moment, the true body emerging from the inner world overlapped with the phantom.
"Oh, it's time."
Meng Yan walked to the stove, first walked around the big cauldron, took several shots in succession, and punched in the magic formula. The seal on the top of the stove was removed, and a column of smoke with a rich aroma rushed straight up.
Mei Ying said: "Do you need to be so excited? It's just a pot of meat... It's not like you haven't eaten it before. Can you calm down a little?"
"A pot of meat?" Meng Yan said with a smile: "Senior sister, you are really childish. What status do you and I have? Will we really wait for a long time for a pot of meat? Since we are here, of course it is to make utensils, otherwise would it really be for a pot of stewed meat?
Wait a long time?"
Meng Yan said it calmly, but it scared everyone inside and outside the room. Ye Yikong, Mu Yiyang were dumbfounded, and Mei Ying was even shocked to the point where she stuttered in her voice.
"Well...are you making utensils here? But...where are the utensils? There is only one pot of meat here. You will never say that stir-frying the ingredients, adding sauce and wine are all making utensils? How can there be anyone in the world?
Is this how you make a weapon?"
"Why not? There are thousands of ways to make weapons, how can we generalize them?" Meng Yan laughed, "If I do it myself, nothing is impossible."
After finishing speaking, as soon as the magic formula was played, in addition to the column of smoke, there were also five rainbow lights, bursts of wonderful sounds, and fairy music played in the cauldron. There was only a long needle in it, slowly fluttering. Anyone who saw it would know,
This is a treasure that far exceeds the level of the Holy King's treasure weapon.
"...How is that possible?"
Mei Ying was stunned and looked up in disbelief. Looking at this unbelievable scene, Meng Yan smiled and said: "Creativity is important in making weapons. As long as you dare to think, there is nothing you can't do. Senior sister, if you become a master craftsman,
You must be the ninth-rate type, because you have no creativity at all, and you don't dare to play or think about anything."
Not being a professional in this field, Mei Ying could only let Meng Yan talk nonsense, but in the monitoring room on the other side, Mu Yiyang quickly looked at his friend beside him, "Hey, is that kid serious? As long as you dare to think, you won't do it.
Not so? He really used the method of boiling braised pork to make weapons? Can you make the same thing?"
"fart!"
After Ye Yikong was stunned for more than ten seconds, he shouted angrily, "How can this be a weapon maker? How can this be a craftsman? This isn't a fucking weapon maker at all, it's just magic! This kid is not qualified to be a craftsman.
He’s just a juggler!”
"Hey, don't say that! You can't see through his tricks. That's because he's very clever. How can you say he's a juggler?"
"You know nothing! From the beginning to the end, the situation in the entire furnace is under our surveillance. There is no weapon-making reaction, no energy conversion, and no weapon creation process."
"But when he opened the furnace and saw something, something really flew out. You wouldn't say it was fake, right?"
"That's why I said he was a juggler. It must be some kind of deception to make us think that the weapons came from the furnace. This kind of thing... is simply impossible! His behavior is seriously insulting.
The dignity of a craftsman!"
The old man roared angrily, and his voice seemed to travel through space and reach the other side under surveillance. Meng Yan smiled, "This pot of expensive stew... It seems not easy to enjoy it quietly." (To be completed.)
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