Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Xia Lin immediately put on an expression that was about to cry, and said, "I'm just an eighth-rank great martial artist, how pure can I go? Now that the senior brother is not here, and the other senior brothers are still in a coma, we can only I'm here, Xiao Ba, don't be so picky."

Mu Ye turned her head and looked at Su Yi.

Su Yi shrank his head, shook his head desperately, and said, "No, no, I can't, you know, I'm the weakest among the nine of us. Cooking water, cooking, doing errands, etc. I'm pretty good at living."

Mu Ye's eyes wandered, and finally landed on Ling Luo's body, locked on her tightly.

Ling Luo was a little hairy from the dark eyes staring at her, she swallowed her saliva, and declined: "Well... Eighth Senior Brother, I just started today, and I don't know how to refine weapons."

She knows how to refine medicine, and is proficient.

As for refining weapons, she didn't even know the basic principles.

Mu Ye stared at Ling Luo closely, and said, "I watched the competition between you and senior brother in the Dawu Arena today."

"Eh..." A bad premonition flashed across Ling Luo's heart, and he took a step back.

Mu Ye narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and said, "I saw you pushed back the purple-blue ghost fire of senior brother."

Ling Luo smiled forcedly, and said, "But...but I don't know how to refine weapons."

This is the crux of the problem, okay?

"It's okay." Mu Ye looked indifferent, then stretched out a finger, pointed to the magma pool with a radius of [-] meters, and said, "Senior Brother Seven's fire is not enough, just add some fire to it."

Ling Luo blinked: "That's it?"

Mu Ye nodded: "That's it."

Well, if it's that simple, let her try it for now.

Ling Luo thought to herself, these are common sword-making materials, not natural treasures, and the king's extreme fire will definitely not work, so let's change it to something with less lethality.

Then choose one of the remaining eight different fires.

Since it was sent by the Holy Soil Hall, then use the golden fire of punishment.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo condensed a ball of golden blazing fire of punishment in the palm of his hand, and threw it into the magma pool.

In an instant, a three-foot-high golden flame ignited in the magma pool with a radius of [-] meters, and the tongue of fire engulfed the blade.

Xia Lin was taken aback. Because she was standing closest to the magma pool, the back of her hand was burned by the punishment flame, and it was scorched black.

He turned his head suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead due to the pain, stared at Ling Luo and said, "Little Junior Sister, why did you put so much at once, you almost killed me."

Ling Luo showed an innocent expression, and said, "I... I don't know how much to put."

She didn't dare to put too much just now, it was just a ball.

"Look, the fifteen long swords have all melted!" Su Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and he let out an exclamation.

Xia Lin looked incredulously at the magma pool, where fifteen long swords were turned into molten iron in the golden flames.

"Little Junior Sister, I was killed by you!" Xia Lin was trembling with anger, "This...the fifteen long swords of the Holy Soil Hall can't be handed over."

Ling Luo pursed her lips a little bit aggrieved.

And none of her business, she just threw a ball of fire, or they let herself throw it.

All of a sudden, something seemed to emerge in Ling Luo's mind, as if he had sensed something.