long night walk

Chapter 112
The mountains were wind and rain silent, and the dry lakeside had been filled with water thanks to the efforts of Lin Guiyuan and Jinsheng.

Lin Yuan saw the hydration fish and returned to the lake.

Three full days have passed since the date of the battle between Bai Lian and Fang Geyu, and during these three days, he has never started to make a mechaman.

The black metal cold iron placed by the lake was excavated by Lin Guiyuan in Kongcang Mountain for him, but he never touched it.

Bai Lian rubbed his dry eyes, lowered his head and glanced at the wooden board in his hand with messy and orderly lines drawn.

After three days of hard work, he finally imitated every talisman in the black heart.

What made him even more satisfied was that the runes on the board were not carved by him with a carving knife, but were drawn stroke by stroke with his own spiritual power.

Three days later, his mental strength also developed rapidly. Although the lethality is not strong, it is also better than ordinary people in terms of endurance.

Stretched for a long time, the mental strength has been a little overloaded in the past few days, and there is a faint pain in the head like a needle prick.

Knowing that he should not act too hastily, Baili'an put down the board in his hand and looked around.

But it is strange to find that the little girl surnamed Fang is not sticking to the forest garden today, and is nowhere to be seen, only those few pure white unicorns rest peacefully by the lake.

Of course, Bai Lian didn't want to restrict her freedom, and didn't care about it for a while, so he finally started to sort out the black gold cold iron that Lin Guiyuan had found for him.

This black gold cold iron is not an extraordinary product, it is exceptionally strong, what is even more rare is that it was conceived by the power of heaven and earth, it is a rare treasure in one session of practice, and it is also indispensable in Lin Guiyuan's forging art precious materials.

Just one or two weights of black gold cold iron blended into ordinary iron by high-temperature calcination, there is a great chance to forge a good high-grade treasure, and this is still based on the probability of an entry-level craftsman. To count.

But now the black gold cold iron piled up in front of Bai Lian was like a small mountain, as tall as him.

Bai Lian rubbed his chin, thinking that it's no wonder that Fang Geyu is bound to win Kong Cangshan.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, this empty Cangshan Mountain is protected by the power of the mountain god and nurtures all things, self-sufficient,

Outside practitioners have no chance to dig out a thing or two, and the richness of the accumulated resources is beyond what Bai Lian can imagine now.

This black gold cold iron is just the tip of the iceberg.

Bai Lian pulled out the Qiushui sword with emotion, and slashed at a large piece of black gold cold iron with his backhand.

Surprisingly, not even a shallow seal was cut, but the Qiushui sword trembled.

Seeing such a hard and indestructible black gold cold iron, Bai Lian's eyes moved slightly, and another interesting idea came to his mind.

It's just that no matter how interesting this idea is, it must be separated first to be effective, otherwise such a big lump... It really gives people a feeling that there is no way to start.

In desperation, he poured spiritual power into the Qiushui sword, and slashed down again.

There was a piercing sound of gold and stone communication.

But it was cut to a depth of less than half an inch.

Bai Lian once again praised the firmness of the black gold cold iron.

It was as uncomfortable as chopping a hundred-year-old bamboo with the blunt hatchet.

Seeing this, Lin Guiyuan hurried up to greet him: "My lord, what's the matter?"

Bai Lian didn't know when Lin Guiyuan's way of speaking to him finally stopped stammering, he casually lifted the big iron block with his feet, and said with a smile: "I want to cut this black gold cold iron into smaller pieces."

Lin Guiyuan said: "This black gold and cold iron has been crystallized in ten years, formed in fifty years, and indestructible in a hundred years. Even if it is a treasure, it is extremely difficult to damage it. You should leave this kind of strength to me, young master."

Although his facial muscles are still stiff and his face is a bit serious, his pupils have quietly returned to the peace and tranquility they had when they first met.

Under Bai Lian's curious eyes, Lin Guiyuan clapped his palms together and let out a soft chirp.

I only saw that the palm with the blue-gray nails was inserted into the black gold cold iron so easily like inserting tofu.

The palm is like the sharpest sickle in the world.

One to the left, one to the right, one to the top, and finally one to the bottom.

A few uniform iron cubes came out...

Bai Li'an looked at Lin Guiyuan's palms with slightly opened eyes, no wonder he was able to tear apart the sea of ​​monster corpses with ease.

This Lin Guiyuan, who became a mountain ghost, has improved his combat power by more than one level.

Lin Guiyuan held up an iron block, held it in front of Bai Lian as if offering a treasure, looked at Bai Lian with a pair of dull gray eyes and asked, "This... is this okay?"

That look, as if trying to do the best for a small thing but afraid of the worst, looks a little pitiful.

Bai Lian took the black gold cold iron and said, "Okay, it's very good, please help me cut another big cube and four cuboids."

As he spoke, he made gestures with his fingers.

"En." Lin Guiyuan nodded heavily, and quickly cut out five yuan according to Bai Li'an's request.

Bai Lian was very satisfied, and picked up the largest piece of iron as the body, which made Lin Guiyuan carve out a round shape.

It's just that Lin Guiyuan's body was stiff and inflexible, and the round body that was cut out was very sharp.

His eyes were full of shame, like a child who did something wrong, he carefully peeked at Bai Lian, and secretly hid the ugly circle behind his back.

Bai Lian suddenly laughed, knowing that his current state was more inconvenient than his corpse body, and he didn't intend to embarrass him, and then said:
"No need to hide, the size is quite suitable, and I don't necessarily need such a perfect circle, Guiyuan, you are helping me dig a hole here, probably a little bigger than that circle."

His fingers stroked the chest of the biggest iron block.

Lin Guiyuan saw that Baili'an's expression was normal, and he didn't seem too disappointed or blamed. He felt relieved, twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and squatted down to continue working.

Bai Lian held the irregular round shape in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and regenerated his mental power, trying to draw a rune line on it.

But not long after he closed it, he sadly discovered that the stubbornness of this black gold cold iron is not only aimed at external forces, but also mental power!
It's a pity that he has only practiced spiritual power for only three days, and no matter how fast his progress is, he can't shake it at all.

After Lin Guiyuan finished digging out the hole, seeing Bai Lian's slightly frustrated expression, he suddenly realized that after all, he had also dealt with refining weapons all year round, so he probably guessed what he was going to do.

"My lord, do you want to make a puppet like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?"

Bai Lian nodded: "Well, that girl is coming very aggressively, if she can't completely dispel her thoughts, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult."

(End of this chapter)