A broken waist warning from a god judge

Yunjin helped Sanriyue take out the small wooden box, listened to the other party's words and sat a little further away, and then watched Fu Sangshen's bizarre performance in front of him in confusion.

If doubts can be realized, there must be a bunch of small question marks floating above Yunjin's head.

When a person is injured, he needs to wash the wound and apply medicine to bandage it. When a monster is injured, he needs to gnaw on the treasures of heaven and earth and bask in the moonlight to heal his wounds. But this monster who is transformed into a sword, he even picked up a small card and tried to use metaphysics to heal himself.

Perhaps this is the uniqueness of exotic monsters.

Not wanting to reveal that she was an ignorant little monster, Yun Jin just took out her mobile phone and typed up the question, and sent it to her grandpa over the sea.

It is not enough to call for help on the spot, but it is always feasible to provide assistance outside the venue.

It's just that after waiting for a long time for the other party's reply, Yunjin had no choice but to obediently move herself to a corner, pretending to be a small mushroom.

However, Mikazuki Zongjin, who pinched the top-grade acceleration talisman and tore off the top-quality guard, fell into the greatest crisis of his life at this time.

Why, would it be useless?

After pinching the acceleration talisman, he clearly felt the spiritual power containing the healing breath enveloped himself, especially this top-grade acceleration talisman, which contained enough spiritual power to allow a dying Fusangshen to recover directly full of blood.

However, nothing happened, and his waist was still looking like it was about to break.

So San Riyue reluctantly took out a top-grade garrison, which was a gift specially left for him after his first God Judge left office.

This is a real legendary item. As long as you wear it, even if you die on the battlefield, you can be resurrected in place in the next second. Turning over the opposite team is not a problem.

He has been reluctant to use it for so many years, and always feels that after using it, the only thing he can miss will disappear.

But the current situation forced him to use it.

The guard was shattered, but still nothing happened, the two top-quality props fell down, and he could only stand up.

despair.

Sanri Yuezong lay on the quilt and realized the true meaning of this word.

"Were you treating yourself just now?"

The emotional contagion of this sangshen leak was too strong, and Yun Jin, who was pretending to be a mushroom, couldn't sit still: "Are you sure, this will fill the gap?"

"Then what do you think?"

San Riyue felt weak, he felt that he had seen the end of his life, maybe he would have to maintain this posture and lie on the bed in the future, who would have thought that he, a powerful Fu Sangshen, would become a standard half-paralyzed body.

"Ha, ha ha..."

With black clouds pressing down on the city, Yunjin always felt that Sanriyue's face was covered with a layer of black ash.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Who made me pop your body out a crack.

Yun Jin sighed helplessly.

She herself is a demon in the shape of Jinyun Dragon and Phoenix Hammer with the mission of forging weapons. Before she came to be this kind of god judge, she also kept running around. During this period, she held the banner of her grandfather and visited many people. A rare folk knife maker.

The weapons forged by her don't have the ability to change form, but any swordsmith will praise the finished product after seeing the finished product, and they all want to take this gifted and savvy little hammer as their closed apprentice .

"Then please go ahead."

Sanri Yuezong, who didn't want to face the sad reality, closed his eyes, and even his breathing became weak.

He obviously looks like an adult monster, even if his body is so fragile, why does he have a crystal clear glass heart?

Yun Jin puffed her cheeks, she has always been the youngest monster in the mountain, no matter before or after going down the mountain, everyone will put her in the palm of her hand as a baby who needs to be cared for...

Sure enough, there is no demon like root grass covered by grandpa QAQ

She hugged the sword body that was on the table in her arms, and left the room lightly.

"Forging room, forging room..."

The panda-headed Bao Bao was bouncing behind him, and Yun Jin found the rather inconspicuous blacksmithing room in the huge Ben (Mi) Wan (Palace).

Referring to the map in her hand, she took countless detours and finally arrived at the destination before her leg was broken. The small thatched cottage in front of her can be described as dilapidated, and it only takes two or three hours to see it through the wind. Through a wooden window, Yunjin saw the knifemaker with his little hands in front of the fire.

Next to the never-extinguishing flame, there is a small knife maker who is always waiting for the arrival of his master.

"Why are the clothes unthreaded and no one cares?"

This is a corner that no one has thought of, and Yunjin was the first person to set foot in the blacksmithing room, which is one of the standard configurations of Honmaru.

She first skillfully arranged a rag, wiped the table next to it, and found a knife holder, and put the body of Sanriyue on it.

Then he pulled the bag, took out a sewing box from it, and sewed the cut on the clothes for the knifemaker.

"I'll strike iron in the future, so you can help me see the fire."

Touching the knife maker's little head, Yunjin took out those shikigami who lost their spiritual power and turned into pieces of paper: "I've only seen grandpa turning beans into soldiers before, but I wonder if I can turn the pieces of paper into soldiers again." people……"

She tried to input demon power, and the piece of paper was like a balloon that was slowly blown up, making a slight puffing sound.

This is the recovery of the roundness of the limbs.

With a "bang", the big head also plumped up.

Six fat white paper figurines and the swordsmith stood in two rows, and the only clothed swordsmith became an administrator, leading the paper figurines and bowing towards Yunjin.

"Welcome, Lord."

"Welcome, welcome~"

Yunjin was quite satisfied with the addition of a group of followers who were only as high as her own knees. She touched each other's little heads one by one, took out gemstone candy from her pocket, and stuffed each of them.

"Get down to business, first help me raise the temperature of the fire."

The swordsmith controlled the temperature, and his little black eyes were a little brighter.

As for the six little paper figurines, half of them carry charcoal, and the other half pull the bellows. When they are working, they will make a harmonious "babbling" sound, and the red whiskers on their heads will shake accordingly.

Yun Jin was picking from left to right on the table where the four kinds of forging knife resources were placed, but couldn't find any usable ones for a long time.

This is some kind of rubbish.

The charcoal is low-quality charcoal, and the quality of the jade steel made Yun Jin not even want to touch it. She just tapped it with her fingertips, and there was a hole in that piece of jade steel.

Is it because the monsters in my Great China are too strong, or are the quality inspectors of your political affairs weak-legged?

If those swords and swords Fusangshen were all forged from such inferior materials, then Yunjin could understand why the opponent would break with a light flick.

It didn't break in half directly, but she still controlled the force.

"It's really a headache."

After pondering whether to use the trash in front of her or her own treasures, Yunjin got half of her body into the bag, and pulled out a row of crystal bottles from the bottom position.

It contained some shiny powder, which she couldn't bear to lose when she practiced her carving skills.

Those large pieces of raw materials are chiseled here and ground there, and finally only a small piece in the center is shown to others.

But apart from the essence, there are still usable parts in the ashes scattered around and regarded as waste.

Yunjin happened to have the ability to separate them, so these things that should have been thrown away became a corner of her collection.

"Let me mix you an excellent bonding material that will guarantee that you won't crack within 100 years after use."

On the clean white paper, powders of different colors were sprinkled into a hillock. Yun Jin pulled out her small hammer from the inside of the clothes, hesitated and put it back.

She couldn't even bear her own light flick, if she took out her main body and smashed it, wouldn't the mourning god be broken into pieces on the spot, and die for herself?

"Ugh."

She sighed again.

The powder on the paper was enveloped by Yunjin's demonic power, and she tore apart and fused the demonic power. During this process, the mixed color gradually turned silver, and it seemed that the toughness had improved a lot.

"Help me put that knife on the fire."

The flame temperature in the furnace can only be said to be average, but in this backward environment, she can't ask for too much.

Besides, for these fusangshen, if the temperature is too high, it will melt into a puddle of molten iron before she starts to move.

The little paper people put the knife designated by the master on top of their heads, and walked forward rhythmically.

Sanriyue, who was lamenting his fate in the house, suddenly felt hot all over. He clearly felt that his body temperature was rising, and at the same time, a mysterious force approached his waist. Different from the scorching heat that wandered outside, this coolness penetrated inside.

And take away the pain in the waist.

Who is this new judge?

He didn't dare to move around for the time being, and lay obediently on the mattress. After a while, he smelled the burnt smell coming from under his body. His body temperature was too high. He used himself as firewood, and was about to live The hut was set ablaze.

What is it all about.

A wry smile appeared on San Riyue's face, could this be his punishment for not respecting the other party?

Venting anger at a little girl, San Riyue would never have imagined that he was the one who did this, but when he faced the judge who almost broke his own body, and he had no way to restore his health, his The mood inevitably became bad.

So embarrassing.

How could I be so ashamed.