The Sumeru realm was extremely quiet for a moment...
Everyone's eyes fell on Po Ding who suddenly spoke.
As if he also felt the attention of everyone, the rusty and gaping cauldron shook slowly twice, and suddenly he shouted out of control: "What are you looking at! You rude little girl.
Baby! Why don’t you call me grandpa quickly!”
Yan Yan was happy, and walked over to look around the broken cauldron. Yan Yan asked with a smile: "You want me to call you grandpa? OK, you can refine the flower of the Imperial House and I will call you, otherwise you have to call me aunt."
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After Yan Yan finished speaking, Deng Wenming covered his mouth and laughed. When it comes to poverty, no one is as tall as Miss Yan!
The Flower of the Imperial House twisted its beautiful blue crystal body and circled on the lid of Deng Wenming's alchemy furnace...
It seemed like everyone was laughing at Po Ding who was talking big words.
"Hey, I have such a bad temper! Master Ding is now like a tiger in peace, a phoenix in peace, and he is being teased by you, your grandchildren's grandchildren. Canghua, you don't care about these grandchildren!"
The broken cauldron twisted its tattered body and shouted at Canghua who was sitting in front of the shrine.
Canghua's purple eyes turned over faintly: "What did you call me just now?"
"Cang..."
Po Ding was about to blurt out, but he suddenly reacted and immediately smiled playfully: "Ang... Dijun, I am too old and have a bad memory. Dijun, you don't care about villains. Dijun grows cabbage in his belly, so don't argue with me, an old guy.
I had forgotten that all of you five emperors later attained enlightenment and were made the rulers of this world by God Xi. Therefore, I shall respectfully call you, Emperor!"
Although these words were still ridiculously poor, Yanyan was shocked when he heard them.
According to the meaning of Poding's words, this thing seems to be innate, and it should be a spiritual treasure of the same era as Canghua and the others.
Deng Wenming didn't know anything about the ancient gods and things, so he couldn't understand what the broken tripod was talking about. He just felt that the broken tripod was covered in clouds and fog as soon as he opened his mouth, and he couldn't find the north at all.
Po Ding was still there lamenting endlessly: "Hey, the world is indeed not good. Lord Ding, I was born at the wrong time. I think back then..."
"Let's wait and say more!"
Yan Yan rudely interrupted Po Ding's monologue, raised half of her dark eyebrows and urged: "Do you want to practice that flower? If you don't practice, call your aunt. I'm still busy here, and I don't have time to listen to your reminiscences of suffering."
Sweet!"
Po Ding immediately jumped to his feet and scolded: "Hey! I have such a bad temper, you little girl is so rude..."
Yanyan rolled his eyes toward the sky: "In the Sumeru realm, swing this broken cauldron three hundred and sixty-five times!"
As soon as Yan Yan finished speaking, a whirlwind suddenly blew up from the flat ground in the Sumeru realm. He lifted the cauldron and rushed into the air.
The broken cauldron was caught in the wind blade of the fierce whirlwind, and the rusty cauldron body began to crackle with iron filings...
Poding kept shouting in the wind, and his voice was blown out of tune: "Oh, all the flowers I carved have been blown away... I have lost weight... Hey, little sister... Wuwu... Mom...
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Yan Yan crossed his arms and sneered: "I don't raise idle people in Xumi Realm. They must be capable or well-behaved and cute. People like you who don't have the ability to talk too much will just grind them up and use them as fertilizer!"
In her Sumeru Sutra, she still dared to yell at her, whether you are prehistoric or about to be scrapped, you should clean up and be honest first.
The Broken Cauldron was shaken to the ground and felt dizzy and dizzy. If it was swung any further, it would be covered in scraps of metal and there would really be no scraps left.
This tripod is also a slick businessman. When he saw that Canghua was in the same group with this little girl, he surrendered and begged for mercy: "My aunt, my aunt, I don't dare anymore. I was wrong. I apologize to you. Please, little aunt." Auntie, let me down!"
Yan Yan curled her lips into a smile and waved her hand, and the wind stopped instantly.
"Bang!" The broken tripod fell down hard and hit the ground hard.
There wasn't even a scratch left on the ground in Sumeru Realm, just broken iron filings fell all over the floor.
Poding was thrown to the ground and grinned: "Ouch...you should be gentler! I am an old man...hey! Young people nowadays don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all. As expected, the world is declining... …”
Yan Yan heard it funny.
I don’t know whose family this old tripod belongs to. He was raised so poor that his owner must be a talkative ancestor.
Yan Yan was somewhat curious about Lao Ding's life experience.
Seeing that Po Ding didn't even have the strength to turn around at this moment, Yan Yan walked over and tiptoed, straightened Po Ding that was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "I think your attitude is still reluctant, what happened just now?" It’s over. But you have to practice that flower for me.”
Po Ding looked disgraced and glanced at the imperial palace flower that filled the sky, and sighed: "Hey, let's put it aside, let alone this broken flower. It just blooms in a forest, and Master Ding will give you a pot of it." .What a pity, things are not what they used to be. Master Ding’s energy has long been exhausted. Even when he speaks, he only regained some energy after staying in this treasure realm for these days. If you can’t make an elixir, you can’t!”
Yan Yan pointed at Deng Wenming who was not far away: "Then tell him the refining method and let him refine it."
Po Ding shook the cauldron, and another iron slag dropped: "Master Ding, I can't refine it, and that broken furnace and that brat next to it can't do it even more!"
"Still poor!" Yanyan frowned, raising her hand to slap him!
It's so irritating. She just spent a lot of money to buy the alchemy furnace. Po Ding actually dared to call it a broken furnace. After all, who has no self-awareness at all!
Seeing that Yan Yan was annoyed, Po Ding quickly explained: "It's not that I look down on you. This flower of the Imperial House has absorbed spiritual energy for several thousand years at least. You said you should get a new stove and a guy with almost no cultivation. A little brat, he just wants to refine other people’s sacred grass. Isn’t this just whimsical? If you don’t believe it, just look at Canghua, why doesn’t he refine it?”
yes!
One word reminded Yan Yan.
Yanyan turned to look at Canghua.
Canghua nodded: "What it said is true. The alchemy furnace you bought cannot indeed refine the Flower of the Emperor's House."
Yan Yan frowned: "Then you didn't tell me earlier!"
Cang Hua: "On the day you bought the alchemy furnace, I checked out all the alchemy furnaces in the store, and none of them were outstanding. This crappy cauldron is just barely enough."
Being praised for breaking the cauldron, he suddenly became elated and started to scream, and the iron filings on the cauldron were scattered all over the floor.
Yan Yan was extremely depressed: "But this broken cauldron has said that it can't be refined."
Cang Hua: "Now that things have come to a point, we can only treat a dead horse as a live doctor."
Po Ding immediately shouted: "Hey! Emperor Qingcang, as an emperor, you have to be reasonable when you speak, who is the dead horse? I, the great Ding Master, the ancestor in the alchemy furnace, why am I the dead horse? You have to explain clearly. !Otherwise we won’t be finished..."
Yanyan held her forehead: "I didn't say you were a dead horse. Canghua just used an analogy. Do you understand?"
What on earth did she get back? One, two hundred and fifty in total. The next time she meets Hu Lu Xiaofei, she will get this broken cauldron out to fight with that guy.
Two hundred and fifty against two hundred and fifty, just right!
Po Ding Ding is still there endlessly: "It's not my sister-in-law. We have to act according to our conscience and be reasonable, right? Is it my fault that I can't make elixirs? Isn't it? Since it's not my fault, why should you talk about me?
Is he a dead horse? Just because he is an emperor? Is this called relying on the strong to bully the weak? Even if he is really strong, he..."
"I'll lend you my spiritual power, will you practice it?" Canghua suddenly interrupted.