On the third night, Zhu Minglang finally invited Mr. Koi.

Mr. Koi has no interest in casting art. It swam leisurely and was muttering how to maximize the improvement of the Black Cang Tyrannosaurus.

Since Zhu Minglang's spiritual realm was reshaped and able to brew spiritual energy by himself, the one who gained the most benefit was Big Black Teeth.

Because of the remnant dragon, the Divine Tree Green Holy Dragon cannot advance to the full stage, and can only make changes through acquired efforts.

The Sword Spirit Dragon and the Bingchen White Dragon are both king-level. Even if they grow at a hundred times faster, their improvement will be slow.

After all, their current cultivation level is close to those of the ten thousand years of holy spirits.

One month of nourishment is indeed equivalent to ten years of cultivation, but ten years are still a drizzle after all compared to ten thousand years of cultivation.

Big black teeth are different.

What it lacks is the year. This month's nourishment is equivalent to a decade of cultivation. It is just a dragon general, but its cultivation has improved significantly, and it has already vaguely broken through to the main level!

Since he got the money, Zhu Minglang has never been stingy with Da Heiya. The meat he eats is the best thousand-year-old monster meat, and the spiritual resources used for strengthening have never been interrupted. As long as he digests it, it will be resumed immediately.

It was precisely because Mr. Koi saw this that he was already planning for the next evolution of Tyrannosaurus Lei Cang.

"Mr. Koi, I'm ready to turn on the furnace." Zhu Minglang said.

"If you open the road, you can open the road. Could it be that you still have to show you a move to jump fish at this time? "Mr. Koi said angrily.

It is a dignified koi.

Not the tool these stupid humans use to get good luck!

Zhu Minglang is no exception if he is the one who is most annoying to treat himself as his mascot!

As soon as the stove was opened, Zhu Minglang took out his completed Feiyu Dragon Armor, which was strange. Looking at the strange books, once a treasure is released, it will basically bloom with an inconvenient light, and it will ripple with colorful auspicious clouds...

Why is this dragon armor not that cool?

If you fail to inject the inscription yourself, then this armor is worthless.

Zhu Minglang felt a little distressed, so he took this dragon armor that looked white and had no characteristics in his hand, and then tried it on Bingchen White Dragon, whose eyes were shiny, on the side.

I will know whether it is good or not.

Dragon armor is connected to the soul, not like those soldiers and war beasts.

After completing the determination, Zhu Minglang let Xiaobai transform into a combat form and called out this Feiyu Dragon Armor!

Bingchen White Dragon stretched out his feathers and dragon wings, and the noble fluff on his body also floated handsomely. As Bingchen White Dragon raised his head, a sun-like holy flower appeared on its body, which made Zhu Minglang almost unable to open his eyes!

Immediately afterwards, another extremely gorgeous brilliance, with one piece of white holy feather after another, born from the holy flower, like the purest snow silver and the most perfect diamond crystal, which is dazzling, attached to Bingchen White Dragon, embellished the layered sub-feathers, and embellished the aura of Bingchen White Dragon to majestic and solemn, exuding a glacier-dominated aura!!

Zhu Minglang slowly widened his eyes and opened his mouth slowly.

There is really a light that blinds one's eyes, and there is a superb Shenghua, which means that the inscription has been injected successfully, and at least one of the five parts of the wings, feathers, claws, tails, and body has the effect!

Mr. Koi, who was muttering around, was also attracted by this feather dragon armor, and felt that its fish eyes were reflected as bright as pearls.

"Little Holy Product!"

"Is it possible that Master Yu really has good luck with Xuantong?"

"Why can a half-baked caster also forge a small holy product?"

Mr. Koi looked at Zhu Minglang, and then looked at the indeed amazing holy armored dragon suit on Bingchen Bailong.

"Probably this is talent." Zhu Minglang happily savored the finished product.

If you get rid of his metaphysical superstition, you are a genius who has never been around for thousands of years. Whether it is a sword cultivator or a dragon, you can easily control it!

"I wish you a son, I wish you a son." Outside the forging room, Junior Sister Wanfeng's voice sounded crisply.

"What's wrong? Junior Sister Wanfeng, I'm so late to come to see me?" Zhu Minglang opened the thick door and asked in confusion.

"The three heads of Zonglin have agreed. They can enter Miaoshan Sword Sect tomorrow. They told me that Mr. Zhu has been immersed in casting skills these days. I am afraid that you will delay your time going up the mountain, so I came to tell you specifically." Junior Sister Wanfeng said.

"I understand, thank you Junior Sister Wanfeng." Zhu Minglang said.

"My son, please don't stay here for too long. It's best to keep your spirits in mind. After all, our Miaoshan Sword Sect is very repulsive to men. You will naturally be provoked by many sword masters after you go up the mountain, let alone you are Yaoshan Sword Sect..." Junior Sister Wanfeng kindly reminded.

After saying that, Junior Sister Wanfeng left. Although she was a little curious about what Zhu Minglang was forging, she still didn't look in.

Zhu Minglang closed the heavy door and admired the temperament of Bingchen Bailong, the glacier master, with a smile.

"It just so happens that I can avenge my previous shame tomorrow!" Zhu Minglang said.

Concubine Wen Ling!

At that time, he was young, and had lost his cultivation level, and was defeated by shame, and was beaten with a sword back to his body bruises.

Now I am no longer the little sword cultivator I used to be!

"You~~~~" Bing Chen Bailong also called out.

"You haven't forgotten that arrogant and domineering woman, right?" Zhu Minglang said to Xiaobai.

Xiaobai kept nodding.

If it is only a middle-level lord, Zhu Minglang knows that it will be difficult to defeat Concubine Wen Ling, but with this holy dragon armor, how could Xiaobai compete with the superior lord?

Concubine Wen Ling is indeed likely to reach Zhu Xuehen's realm in the future, but she still needs several years of precipitation.

Now she cannot really have the perverted strength of being as undefeated as Zhu Xuehen at the king level.

Of course, Zhu Minglang also knew that this time I entered Miaoshan Sword Sect was not to get out of the anger of that year.

The main thing is the ancient lantern and jade.

...

Miaoshan Sword Sect is located on Miaoshan, west of the country.

At the foot of this mountain, there is a town closely connected to the capital. The town is very quiet, with green bricks and tiles surrounded by green water. You can see some women wearing sash hats. They are wearing clothes with different ethnic styles, with bright colors, like blooming mountain flowers, each with their own brilliance and charm.

After passing through this Qingshan Town, the sect of Miaoshan Sword Sect can be seen. It is also very grand, like an ancient villa hall. The long and high bluestone steps lead to different small peaks. The sword pavilion, sword hall and sword hall built with tall green wood, mahogany and purple wood are looming among the forest leaves in the distance.

"Uncle Master, is our villa a little shabby?" The female swordsman named Shao Ying said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!