Scriptures of the Great Emperor

"Haha!"

"I will say, little brother, do you want to try this big golden hammer, if you can wave, you will ask the old cow to eat wine now!"

Niu Da was proud again. He felt that he was too eye-opening. It was just the legendary thing.

Compared with him, these people are just a few scorpions, and they are all serious all day long. The whole person seems to be stupid. In fact, he is swearing at him.

He even thought about whether he would go to the village to see if there were any other geniuses he had not found.

After Lin Biao’s incident, he felt that the village was not without it. There should be some, but it was buried by those people who had no vision.

A group of people are black like the bottom of the pot, but this time no one has laughed at him any more. They don’t know what character they have, and they don’t bother to care about him, but this time it seems that he has actually dug himself out.

They put their eyes on Lin Biao.

"..."

Lin Biao knows that this explanation is unclear, but it is impossible to admit that he has broken through the blood!

when! when! when!

He could only keep silent, hand-held sledgehammer, hammering and hammering, the sledgehammer fell on the sword embryo, the spark of fire red splashed, and the hot air rolled up, and soon the temperature around him was raised.

The temperature of the original iron kiln was very high, but it was temporarily lowered because of Lin Biao’s reason.

Now Lin Biao was beaten for a while, and the temperature quickly rose.

He is not like these big men, with two hammers hitting them, the strength of those strong men is not enough, but he is enough, holding the sword embryo on the left, hitting the iron on the right hand, each one is very heavy, the forehead is straight and the sword is holding The left hand is even more numb.

After a while, he was sweating.

In his sight, a relatively obvious energy crack disappeared under his tap, but there were some other small cracks that reappeared.

In the constant tapping, even the blood of the soldiers has become hot, and constantly rolling in the body...

But this is not the case in the eyes of a group of big men, especially the stone bald head, the eyes are straight, and the heart is bleeding.

Lin Biao himself saw that there were a lot of cracks in the sword embryo, and the quality of the iron was also improved by him, but these big men could not see it.

In their eyes, a good sword embryo, which was hard-boiled by him, became an iron block. Although it looked a little smaller, it became a pile of scrap iron!

Your iron is strong, and people can't take the iron to fight.

But he was still pounding, and the stone bald head was almost anxious to cry. He wanted to go up and stop, but it was too late to see the sword embryo completely destroyed. The mood is gone.

"stop and stop!"

After a while, finally someone could not stand it and stopped him.

Shi Guangtou looked at himself for several days, and finally made a good semi-finished product. He was beaten into scrap iron and his eyes were red.

He felt that he was really crazy, and he took the rough blank that he was going to lay. He could easily let outsiders intervene, and it was an outrageous outsider.

"what happened?"

Lin Biao wiped the sweat, and the blood in the heart gradually stabilized.

Even so, with the pulsation of the heart, the blood of the soldiers is also a bit strong, and there is a feeling of passing through the meridians.

He has a vague feeling that being beaten under such conditions may be much more efficient than his mining.

"Cough..."

A strong man pointed to the sword embryo, and then pointed to the stone head. He took a shot of Lin Biao's shoulder and shook his head silently.

Lin Biao was still squatting, but he returned to God in a moment.

I looked at the sword embryos of others and looked at the iron pieces that I had been playing. I bowed. In fact, he just looked at the gray world and tried to eliminate those cracks. It was true. Unintentional.

"Or... I don't want that **** meat?"

Lin Biao twisted a bit, a little bit embarrassed to say.

It’s not that he is stingy, but he has been in the world for so long. He hasn’t been fainting, and he’s really a bit stunned.

"Want! Who said no! I talked to Shikang, you danced this sledgehammer, I will go back and give it to you!" Hearing this, the stone bald seems to be stimulated, screaming and saying, immediately Rush out of the stone kiln!

Lin Biao looked at the stone bald head and stunned.

"Well, boy, you tell us honestly, is it condensed?"

After Shi Guangtou left, a group of people directly surrounded him.

It is not a big problem to destroy a sword embryo. It is not theirs to destroy it. At most, it is to send the iron back to the furnace for rebuilding, and then continue to divide and re-finish.

A little sorry, the stone bald head is all right.

But if Lin Biao really condenses the blood, it is a big deal.

How many hunting team soldiers are there in Yanshi Village? Each occurrence represents the rise of the village's implementation power.

The most important thing is that Lin Biao is still very young. If he is so young, he will become a hunting team fighter. In the future, there is no further possibility. Maybe there is hope that the soldiers will become small and become the "big guys" in the village!

"No."

Lin Biao shrugged and didn't blush at all.

"Hey, little brother, you don't want to lie to us, this five hundred pounds of sledgehammer, even if your right arm is so strong, you want to dance so easily, there is no more than a thousand pounds of strength on your body." Han shook his head and apparently did not believe Lin Biao’s words.

"Yeah, little brother, modesty is good, but excessive modesty is to be angered by the people!" Another strong man nodded seriously and looked like an education.

"Well, my daughter has a daughter who is almost as big as a little brother, or else..."

"..."

Listening to these people have a ride, Lin Biao really can not help but have to escape.

"Enough! Go back to work, you don't have to guess. If this kid does not really break through the blood, it is mostly a natural power, and he has practiced stone engraving, so there is more than a kilogram of strength."

At this time, several people in the depths of the iron kiln stood up.

The turmoil was too much trouble. The iron kiln had a total of twenty or thirty people. Because Lin Biao was all around, no one was hitting iron.

"Cough... Stone Brother, can mortals really have a lot of energy?"

There is a strong man who can't help but ask, but just respectfully talked a lot.

A few people in the depths of the iron kiln, each of them are hunting team fighters, responsible for a special sword. Although they are playing iron together, their status is faintly higher than that of them. Under normal circumstances, they are equivalent to officials, civilians. Between the officials and the officials, there is always some restraint in speaking. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net