The wind and rain were silent in the mountains, and the dry lakeside was filled with water thanks to the efforts of Lin Guiyuan and Jinsheng.
Lin Yuan saw the water turn into fish and return to the lake.
Three full days have passed since the date of the battle between Bai Lian and Fang Geyu, and during these three days, he never started to make the mecha man.
Lin Guiyuan dug the black gold cold iron placed by the lake for him in Kongcang Mountain, but he never touched it.
Balian rubbed his dry eyes, lowered his head and glanced with satisfaction at the wooden board in his hand with intricate and orderly lines drawn on it.
After three days of work, he finally copied every symbol in the black heart.
What made him even more satisfied was that the runes all over the board were not carved by him with a carving knife, but were drawn stroke by stroke with his own spiritual power.
Three days have passed, and his mental power has also improved rapidly. Although his lethality is not strong, his endurance is far beyond that of ordinary people.
I stretched my body for a long time. My mental energy has been a bit overloaded in the past few days, and I felt a faint stabbing pain in my head.
Bailian knew not to act too hastily, so he put down the wooden board in his hand and looked around.
But it was strange to find that the little girl named Fang was not clinging to Lin Yuan today. She was nowhere to be seen. Only a few white unicorns were peacefully living by the lake.
Of course, Balian didn't want to restrict her freedom, so he didn't take it to heart for a moment, so he finally started to sort out the black gold cold iron that Lin Guiyuan had found for him.
This black gold cold iron is not an extraordinary thing, it is extremely strong. What is even more rare is that it was born from the power of heaven and earth. It is a rare treasure in a training session, and it is also indispensable in Lin Guiyuan's forging and refining skills.
precious materials.
Just one or two weights of black gold cold iron are melted into ordinary iron through high-temperature calcination, and there is a great chance of forging a good high-grade treasure. And this is based on the probability of an entry-level weapon refiner.
Come and calculate.
But now the black gold cold iron piled in front of Bai Lian is as big as a hill, as tall as him.
Bai Lian touched his chin, thinking that it was no wonder that Fang Geyu was bound to win Kong Cangshan.
After thousands of years of accumulation, Kongcang Mountain has the power of the mountain god to protect and nurture all things, making it self-sufficient.
Outside practitioners have no chance to dig into it, and the richness of the accumulated resources is beyond what Balian can imagine now.
This Black Gold Cold Iron is just the tip of the iceberg.
Bailian pulled out the Qiu Shui Sword with emotion, and slashed a large piece of black gold cold iron with his backhand sword.
The surprising result was that not even a single shallow seal was struck, but the Qiu Shui Sword trembled from the blow.
Looking at such hard and indestructible black gold cold iron, Balian's eyes moved slightly, and another interesting idea came to his mind.
It's just that no matter how interesting this idea is, it must be divided into pieces before it can be effective. Otherwise, it's such a big lump... It really feels like there's no way to start.
In desperation, he poured spiritual power into the Qiushui sword and slashed it down again.
A harsh sound of communication between gold and stone.
But it only cut to a depth of less than half an inch.
Balian once again admired the solidity of this black gold cold iron.
This is as uncomfortable as using the bluntest hatchet to chop down a century-old bamboo.
Lin Guiyuan saw this and hurriedly came up to him: "Sir, what's wrong?"
Bailian didn't know when Lin Guiyuan finally stopped stuttering when speaking to him. He casually lifted the big iron block with his feet and said with a smile: "I want to cut this black gold cold iron into smaller pieces."
Lin Guiyuan said: "This black gold and cold iron crystallizes in ten years, takes shape in fifty years, and contains spirit for a hundred years. It is indestructible. Even if it is a treasure, it is extremely difficult to damage it. Young master, you should leave this kind of strength to me."
Although his facial muscles were still stiff and his face looked a little serious, his eyes quietly returned to the peace and tranquility he had when they first met him.
Under Bai Lian's curious gaze, Lin Guiyuan put his palms together and made a soft sneer.
I only saw that the palm with the blue-gray nails was inserted into the black gold cold iron as easily as tofu.
The blade of the palm is like the sharpest sickle in the world.
Once to the left, once to the right, once to the top, and finally once down.
Several uniform iron cubes came out...
Bai Lian looked at Lin Guiyuan's palms with slightly opened eyes. No wonder he could easily tear apart the sea of monsters and corpses.
Lin Guiyuan, who has become a mountain ghost, has improved his combat effectiveness by more than one level.
Lin Guiyuan picked up an iron block and held it in front of Bailian like a treasure. He looked at Bailian with a pair of dull eyes and asked, "Is this...is this okay?"
His expression was as if he wanted to do his best for a small thing but was afraid of the worst, which looked a bit pitiful.
Balian took the piece of black gold cold iron and said, "Okay, it's very good. Please help me cut another large cube and four rectangular pieces."
As he spoke, he used his fingers to indicate the size.
"Yes." Lin Guiyuan nodded heavily and quickly cut out five pieces according to Bai Lian's request.
Bai Lian was very satisfied. He picked up the largest piece of iron as his body and asked Lin Guiyuan to cut it into a round shape.
It's just that Lin Guiyuan's body is stiff and inflexible, and the rounded body has sharp edges and corners.
His eyes were full of shame, like a child who had done something wrong. He took a cautious glance at Balian and secretly hid the ugly round piece behind his back.
Balian suddenly laughed, knowing that his current state was even more inconvenient than his corpse demon body, and he didn't want to embarrass him, and then said:
"No need to hide it, the size is quite suitable. I don't necessarily want it to be a perfect circle. Guiyuan, you are helping me dig a hole in this area. It should probably be a little bigger than that circle."
He gestured with his fingers on the chest of the largest iron block.
When Lin Guiyuan saw that Bai Lian's expression was as usual, without any hint of disappointment or blame, his heart suddenly relaxed, he twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and squatted down to continue working.
Balian held the irregular round shape in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and once again activated his mental power, trying to draw lines on it.
But not long after he closed his eyes, he sadly discovered that the stubbornness of this black gold and cold iron was not only against external forces, but also against spiritual forces!
Unfortunately, his mental strength can only be cultivated in just three days. No matter how fast his progress is, he can't shake it at all.
Lin Guiyuan dug out the hole and looked at Bai Lian's slightly frustrated expression. He suddenly realized that after all, he had been dealing with weapon refining for many years, so he could probably guess what he was going to do.
"Sir, do you want to make a puppet like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?"
Balian nodded: "Well, that girl Fang is coming very menacingly. If we can't completely dispel her thoughts, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to deal with." If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search and read novels
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