Eternal Gate

Back garden.

Zhao Yun has torn off his robe and cleaned before standing well.

Yang Da and Wu Er were diligent enough to run back and forth with weapons in their arms. The young master's room was full, and they piled up outside. At a glance, under the old trees, in front of the stone table, and the foot of the wall, they were all weapons.

"Don't bother me."

Zhao Yun changed his clothes, then turned around and entered the house. After he was done, he did not forget to lock the door.

The three old grandsons were puzzled, and they all peeked from the window.

It's a pity that the young master even closed the windows, so he couldn't see anything, because he couldn't see them.

In the room, Zhao Yun looked left and right.

To say that Yang Da and Wu Er are really real, the bed is full of weapons.

"Opening."

Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves and started with a ghost knife. This knife is thick enough for most people to dance. It is a heavy knife, and it has to be a hundred or ten kilograms. The workmanship is still considered high-quality, except for its own iron material. There are still a lot of impurities, which greatly reduces the quality of this weapon.

After seeing it, he sacrificed Tianlei.

Torn thunder and lightning, thorns, thorns, thorns, stabs and stabs, like a roaming electric snake, wrapped the knife body.

Next, it is tempering.

Not only is the impure weapon training, the impurities need to be quenched to increase the hardness and flexibility.

Click! Click!

Such noises were frequently heard from this ghost knife. A pinch of ashes floated out of the sword body. They were all impurities refined by thunder and lightning. They were mixed in the sword body before, but they were actually useless.

When he stopped, the lightning dissipated.

The Guitou Knife in his hand was still thick and heavy, but it was lighter than it was because of impurities.

You have to make up for the weight loss.

Zhao Yun took a short gun and quenched the impurities, and the remaining iron material was made into a ghost knife. So, the same hundred jin, the front and the back are different, and the hardness and flexibility are one level worse.

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun smiled, holding the Guitou Knife in his hand, scanning it over and over.

After tempering by thunder and lightning, this knife can be transformed.

Looking at the knife body, there is also a vague thunder mark, which looks tall at first.

He wanted to improve again.

However, the material of this knife is too low-level, no matter how hard it is refined, it cannot exceed the defined level.

This is the limitation of the material itself.

What he can do is to refine it to the purest and most refined.

However, only tempering is enough.

He is not exaggerating, the hardness and flexibility of the ghost knife in his hand are already above the Liujia Bingpu. You must know that his lightning is of the sky thunder level, even if it can't show its full power, it is not half a hang. The beast fire can be compared, the same is tempered, the other party can't refine such essence.

Kill the pig with a sledgehammer.

There are ready-made weapons, which can be made with a little modification and transformation. The real weapon forging is not like this. It is costly. For example, his Longyuan sword is still only a blank sword, a meteorite from the sky. There is no way to become a sword in March or May. At this stage, it is only suitable for smashing people.

"The first thing."

Zhao Yun smiled, and put the Guitou Sword into the ranks that had been trained.

Casually, it is another iron sword.

This is an extremely long process, after all, there are so many weapons in the house.

Night fell quietly.

In the room, he sat down tired, his face pale, sweaty, and spirited.

Refining is a technical job.

When the true essence is consumed, it also consumes energy, which is also mental power. If it can't support high-intensity exercise, it is halfway. Like him, he has been tempered for life, bloodshot eyes are already seen in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, buy some essence pills."

The moon **** suddenly said, lying on the moon comfortably, without opening his eyes, speaking quite casually.

"Good to say" Zhao Yun wiped his sweat.

The so-called essence pill is a pill that nourishes the spirit. It is not appropriate to say that it is a pill. It is more accurate to call it a pill. The real pill is extremely precious, and it is unlikely that one can be found in Wanggu City.

No way, alchemists are rarer than refiners.

Such talents have all gone to prosperous places, where the treatment is better, at least better than the ancient city of Wangu in the remote countryside, and the alchemy materials are basically not easy to find. The elixir made by themselves is not enough. Used to sell, even if it was sold, it was already booked.

"Have you heard that Liu Cangkong will have his big birthday in one month."

"The entire Wangu City has spread, and the invitations sent out can be packed in a carriage."

"It's not the same to have a relationship with Tianzong."

"When I mention the Liu family, I get annoyed, and Liu Ruyue, fortunately our young master is so kind to her."

Outside the room, there are voices.

It was Yang Da and Wu Er, who had nothing to do. They squatted under the tree and talked.

The old grandson was also there, holding an old pipe, smoking it, glaring at the two of them, as if they were saying, can you two be quieter, still think the young master is not bad enough?

Squeak!

When he looked, a corner of the window opened and a piece of ingot flew out.

"Go buy a chamber pot."

In the room, Zhao Yun's faint words came out.

"Night...pot?"

Yang Da clutched the ingot and looked at the room tentatively.

"Pure iron."

Zhao Yun added, "With the remaining money, buy some wine and meat back."

"Meat and wine?"

Hearing these two words, Yang Dawu's eyes lit up in an instant, and Harazi was on his lips. He couldn't remember when he ate meat last time, but he was ashamed in his pocket, and blamed the poor business of Bingpu.

"Go!"

The two of them ran out of the small garden one after the other with the money in their pockets, their legs and feet numb.

"Big birthday."

In the room, Zhao Yun's sneer was quite cold.

The chamber pot is a good thing, it was not bought for fun, it was for Liu Cangkong.

So humiliating my Zhao family, and wanting to have a comfortable birthday? Have your sister's birthday.

If it were not for the lack of strength, he would not buy the chamber pot...but the coffin.

"Chamber pot."

Moon God wielded a strand of illusory hair and murmured, in her memory, there are also such talents, no matter who has a big life, he will give one to others, each as big as a mountain.

Hum!

Here, Zhao Yun has put down a long spear. It's dark and never fall. After being tempered by thunder, it is bright and golden, sometimes seeing thunder's breath, and one shot can penetrate a big hole in the stone.

Click it! Click it!

He did not stop, focused on dismantling the three uses, while tempering, while refining the body, while running the Primordial Sky Thunder Art, there was thunder and lightning to cheer, and the marrow and Yijinjing were cleaned. These two methods were a lot of domineering.

"Haste means nothing."

With a word from the moon god, he slept sideways.

"Good to say."

Zhao Yun responded, but he was not idle, he was a martial idiot and a lunatic.

Not long after, Yang Dawu returned.

Fortunately, Yang Da, holding two jars of wine in one hand, and good meat and food in the other; watching Wu Er, he was domineering, holding an extra-large chamber pot with enough weight to weigh twenty or thirty catties.

When the old grandson saw it, he didn't smoke a cigarette and coughed violently.

Zhao Yun finally came out, with bloodshot eyes and pale face. When he left the door, he couldn't step on it firmly.

"Master."

"eat."

I have to eat, I’m hungry, I temper my body a day, and the hungry eyes have gold stars.

Under the old tree, there was a wine table.

The picture is still very warm, there is a bright shopkeeper, and the servants also follow the light.

After the meal, Zhao Yun patted his belly and got up.

Yang Dawu Er didn't have a good image anymore, Xu Shizhen hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and even put his hand on him.

Zhao Yun smiled and threw another moneybag back when he left.

"Master, this..." The old grandson stood up.

"Don't worry, it's not the money on the account." Zhao Yun waved his hands back to the three of them, and the whole set of movements made a good statement: follow the little master and drink spicy food.

"Master is better."

Wu Er pulled open the purse, damn! There must be more than a hundred taels.

There was thunder in the room, and Zhao Yun opened up again.

Zhao Yun opened up again and sacrificed the thunder and lightning. Three days later, the soldiers were spread out. He had to be famous, not only to keep his grandpa's efforts, but also to make the Liu family cruelly sick.

Ok?

The Moon God, lying on the moon, didn't know what was going crazy. He was in a false sleep, but he suddenly sat up, fixed for three seconds before looking at Zhao Yun.

At this point, unlike the past, those dreamy and watery eyes slowly narrowed into a line.

"How can it be."

No one could hear her whisper, only the deep meaning in her eyes was indescribable.