Chapter 116: Silver Ball Flying Sword (Part 2)

"Eight Wilderness Forging" is not like the ordinary tool making method. It may require refining more than a dozen or even dozens of magic weapons. Practice makes perfect, and experience accumulates before you can improve your level.

The Bahuang Forging emphasizes skills in the heart. With one blow, the energy consumed is extremely huge. Therefore, as long as you really put your heart into it, you may only need to create a magic weapon to improve one level.

Wu Luo studied for two days and created four magic weapons, but was exhausted. He finally improved the level of "Eight Desolations Forging". Now he can create magic weapons under the seventh grade.

However, the success rate is not high. Wu Luoxiu rested for a long time and spent another half a day practicing before he truly mastered the skills of the seventh-grade magic weapon of "Eight Wilderness Forging".

Then, he collected the materials he needed, meditated for half a day, and then suddenly opened his eyes, and the Kirin arm turned into a flame sledgehammer, and one hammer fell!

It took only one day to create a magic weapon for seventh grade, and it can continue to improve the level.

Whether it is efficiency or quality, it is much better than the current methods of making tools.

Four days later, Wu Luo, who was in seclusion, finally came out.

——If he doesn’t come out again, Zhu Jin will go crazy.

Now even the private soldiers of the Zhu family knew that the eldest lady was a cooked duck with a stubborn mouth. As soon as Wu Luo came out of seclusion, he ran to tell Zhu Jin with great sincerity: "Miss, Miss, he is out..."

Zhu Jin looked like an old god, holding an airs, slowly continued to do what he was doing: "I understand."

After all, Zhu Jin couldn't stand the longing in his heart. I decided to be generous. If you come to me immediately, I won't care about you.

Piansheng Wuluo was entrusted by someone and was busy looking for Ma Hong as soon as he left the customs. Zhu Jin waited in his temporary boudoir for two hours. The boudoir was already full of resentment, and he could form a black ghostly spirit on the roof...

Ma Hong and Qiao Hu were together, and Wu Luo took out the things he had refined. A silver bead, like a living thing, was spinning in his palm.

Ma Hong's eyes lit up: "Just the magic weapon under the seventh grade is so spiritual!"

He quickly took over. Wu Luo saw that his expression was not as good as the magic weapon because he was only under the seventh grade. He was also very satisfied. He finally did not misunderstand the person.

If Ma Hong entrusts Wu Luo to Wu Luo and thinks that the level of things Wu Luo has refined is too low, then Wu Luo will definitely not pay attention to him in the future.

Ma Hong inserted his spiritual energy into the bead, and his face immediately changed. Qiao Hu thought there was something wrong and asked quickly: "What's wrong with Lao Ma?"

Ma Hong did not speak, and raised his hand solemnly to stop Qiao Hu. Then he carefully controlled the Lingyuan and circled around the magic weapon.

After a cup of tea, Ma Hong let out a long sigh and looked at Wu Luo with a look of looking at the monster: "Brother Wu, are you humans or ghosts?"

Wu Luo smiled bitterly: "I worked hard to refine magic weapons for you, so how could you thank me?"

Qiao Hu on the side also smiled and smiled. Ma Hong waved his hand and said, "You don't know Qiao Hu, Huh, if I say it, I will envy you so much!"

Qiao Hu was also curious: "What's wrong? Can you not swear your appetite?"

Ma Hong raised his palm and lifted the bead full of spiritual energy: "There is no trace of other people's breath here."

Qiao Hu didn't understand at first, but suddenly realized and almost jumped up from the chair: "What did you say? There was no trace of other people's breath? There was not even Wu Luo's breath? This is impossible!"

Ma Hong nodded and said, "So I said, you are so envious, right? So this treasure can be completely in line with me. And..." He deliberately extended his emphasis, which really made Qiao Hu's appetite, and then said, "The formation in this treasure is complicated, and the magic weapon can be upgraded as my level increases!"

Qiao Hu didn't know what to say, and looked at Ma Hong with jealousy: "You old bastard is so lucky. No. Brother Wu, you have to help me refine a magic weapon."

Wu Luo smiled and said, "The magic weapon you got from Yue Bengyuan is not worse than Ma Hong's, right? It's better to be more chewy about magic weapon, so it's better to specialize. Look at those guys who are known as "Duobao", which one can truly reach the peak of combat power?"

It’s not that Qiao Hu didn’t understand this, but he just envied Ma Hong’s good luck. As soon as Wu Luo reminded him, he smiled: “It’s just that Ma Hong is so lucky…”

Ma Hong had simply refined the bead. With a urge to urge the exercise, the bead rose into the air with a swagger, and his body bounced open. With a choking sound, it turned into a two-foot short sword, and the silver light flowed all over the body, dancing like the Milky Way landed on the ground.

Ma Hong laughed loudly, pointed at the east and beat the other side, and practiced a set of sword techniques.

"Hahaha! OK, okay, like an arm and finger, it has never been so easy to pass!" Ma Hong praised the enemy, but he did not stop in his hand, and made the silver short sword full of flowers and silver light everywhere.

Qiao Hu was watching from the side and patted his hand. The flat box he had obtained in Yue Bengyuan appeared in his hand. He whispered: "Old Ma, I'll give you a trick!"

Ma Hong smiled and said, "I knew you were jealous and wanted to find a reason to touch my bad temper. Just let the horse come over!"

Qiao Hu opened the flat box in his hand, and a golden light flew into the sky. In the flat box was a row of six golden needles, each with slender and long roots, which looked a bit like the kind of golden needles used by doctors today for acupuncture.

There are five more boxes in the box, one of which has already flown into the sky.

This golden needle is an ancient treasure, and it is extraordinary. The golden light it transforms is long and slender, and it seems to be weak, but it is actually tough. Qiao Hu has been practicing this golden needle for more than ten days, and his proficiency is naturally much stronger than Ma Hong. However, Ma Hong's silver ball flying sword was created by Wu Luo, without a trace of miscellaneous aura, and Ma Hong was particularly smooth as soon as he started.

The golden needle flew up, and Ma Hong pointed his hand, and the silver light immediately splashed over like a mercury. When the golden light wrapped around, he caught Qiao Hu off guard.

Qiao Hu was very annoyed: "You big stick, you dare to play with the secret!"

Two more golden needles flew up, and three golden lights echoed each other, making each other a horn, and finally barely blocked the silver light that was splashing in the sky.

Ma Hong was so happy that he laughed. The competition between the two had already attracted nearby prison guards to watch. When they saw their methods, they were all amazing and secretly admired them.

Ma Hong was full of energy and finally gained a little upper hand. Qiao Hu shouted angrily, and six golden needles flew up together, and immediately the golden light was magnificent. Ma Hong could not hold on to defeat him immediately. He was afraid of hurting his treasure, so he quickly put away the silver ball flying sword and swallowed it in his palm.

Qiao Hu flew over six golden needles and poked Ma Hong's forehead six times with some teasing. He didn't use any force, but a drop of blood also emerged.

Ma Hong was very annoyed: "Jiu Manzi, you are on the face! Wait, and when I practice the treasure that Brother Wu gave me, I will cut you a sword sooner or later."

Qiao Hu laughed: "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

The two of them had a quarrel, but they were actually happy. Especially Ma Hong, sincerely exclaimed: "Brother Wu, you are so magical. How did you refine this treasure? Why didn't you even have your breath? You can not only make talismans but also refine weapons, but you can tell me what else you don't know first?"

Wu Luo smiled and shook his head: "You can just know about refining weapons, don't spread it to me."

The two of them said in unison: "Don't worry, we know what we know."

Qiao Hu said again: "Ma Hong, you have picked up a big advantage. You can block my three golden needles by the silver ball flying sword. This is an ancient magic weapon, and the level is higher than you. When you practice it and get it familiar, you can at least compete with me."

Ma Hong smiled proudly: "I'm still benefiting from Brother Wu."

The three of them had a low voice. The onlookers did not dare to approach, so naturally they could not hear anything.

Wu Luo asked them to part ways, but Ma Hong pulled him and must invite him to have a drink. The three of them were a little polite to discuss the rewards, and Ma Hong was not a shy person.

Wu Luo vaguely felt that he should go and see Zhu Jin, but he couldn't resist Ma Hong's enthusiasm and was dragged away by him.

The three of them were knocked down by this meal. The prison guards under his command sent the three of them back, but Wu Luo could not even think about seeing Zhu Jin.

The next day, Zhu Hong made a big move and sent 300 people into Yuebengyuan in one go. Xue Xiao and Black Narcissus had already been overshadowed by each other in terms of momentum. In addition, he was indeed not a match for the Zhu family, so he could only endure it.

With the great gains of the Zhu family this day, this time in Yue Bengyuan's treasure hunt, the Zhu family became the biggest beneficiary.

...

Wu Luo slept drunk until midnight, and suddenly was alarmed by something and suddenly opened his eyes.

He was a monk, and hangover was not a problem at all. The spiritual energy was circulating and immediately became awake. He followed the feeling in his body and couldn't help but be surprised: it turned out to be the "country of the Heavenly Palace".

The movement was still in the country of Tianfu - when he was in seclusion, he threw the little guy in. There was a Yuzhu forest inside, so the little guy would not be hungry.

Wu Luokai thought something happened, but when he opened the "Nation of Heavenly Prefecture" and saw that there were more than a dozen jade bamboo shoots piled around the little guy, drooling and sleeping sweetly. The golden hair and snow-white jade bamboo shoots were clearly contrasted.

The "National Kingdom of Heavenly Mansion" which was named a ninth-grade god general in the "Tenkong List of Gods" became more restless than ever. Wu Luo could not find the reason. He couldn't help but frowned and stood up to open the door. If there was a strange energy in Lu Prison.

Wu Luo slowly walked out and followed the source of energy to search. Unexpectedly, he came to Quefengtang.

When Wu Luo arrived, Zhu Hong, Zhu Jin brothers and sisters, Xue Xiao, Black Nian'an had already arrived. Everyone looked upwards, looking at the huge beast-headed crystal ball.
Chapter completed!