Heritage foundry

Chapter 90

Black Star Iron is not strong, it is inferior to the hardness and toughness of ordinary black iron. As long as it is a black iron life, it is not difficult to tear the Black Star Iron with bare hands. However, Black Star Iron can carry space debris. , making its value precious.

Although the wild boar came from a humble background, he also recognized the royal seal mark on the black star iron box, and let the knowledgeable brothers in the gang see it. He knew that the black star iron box might not look big, but it contained a lot of space , a box can hold ten thousand people's rations for ten days.

Send out all the brothers in the gang and order them not to show their faces in public these days. The wild boar sat alone on the top box, struggling.

What can a foundry master, who is not short of money at all, put in all his efforts to obtain, must be an unimaginable wealth, and now this wealth is sitting under his wild boar's butt.

Ruiwen-Nalong lost patience with Zhou Mo, her green eyes turned and she no longer looked at Zhou Mo.

"I've said all I've said. If you insist on doing this, my highness won't be able to save you. Why don't you fight to the death for my highness next time? You and I will be settled."

With a decision in her heart, Rui Wen Nalong brought back her mask, and there was no trace of tenderness in her words, it was completely condescending indifference.

Zhou Mo bowed slightly, without any reaction, still maintaining a smile on his face, and said:
"It's all according to the princess's order, and Zhou Mo has no objection."

Ruiwen-Nalong seemed to have lost all interest in Zhou Mo the moment she made up her mind, and she didn't even look at Zhou Mo when she heard this, just nodded slightly at Qianshu.

Qian Shu's beautiful eyes glanced at Zhou Mo quietly, then gritted her white teeth lightly, and stepped back with her head lowered.

After a while, Ruiwen's spokesperson below the arena gave specific information about the third duel. It was very simple, it was just a physical life duel, and did not even explain the specific rank.

Zhou Mo turned around from the railing, bowed slightly to Ruiwen Nalong, and said:

"Your Highness, let Zhou Mo go and get ready." His black eyes were quiet, as if he didn't know Ruiwen Nalong's intentions.

Ruiwen-Nalong sat on the soft chair, and just nodded her fingers, agreeing to Zhou Mo's request. The old man who had been guarding the door turned slightly sideways and let Zhou Mo walk out of the box.

As soon as he got out of the box, Zhou Mo's face became serious. He had expected that Ruiwen-Nalong would turn his back on him, but he didn't expect this woman to be so decisive and ruthless, turning her face to the extreme and ruthless.

There is absolutely no need to solve the matter in this way. With Ruiwen Nalong's wisdom, she will not be unclear. Sending Zhou Mo to death will not benefit her at all. At this time, hold Zhou Mo and ask where the treasures are hidden. is the correct answer.

However, Ruiwen Nalong didn't care about those treasures at all, and directly sent Zhou Mo into the almost fatal duel.

Zhou Mo's fingertips were slightly numb. The woman's thoughts exceeded his expectations. If he wanted to walk out of this big arena alive today, there were only two ways out. One was to give in to Ruiwen Nalong and hand over those things.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Zhou Mo laughed at himself, the matter has come to this point, the plan is close to completion, how can he give up easily?

As for the second one, the only option is to fight for your life. Use the knife in your hand to fight your way to the sky.

Zhou Mo had made up his mind, and raised his head slightly, just in time to see a 30-year-old aristocratic man walking towards Ruiwen Nalong's box.

He walked up to meet him quickly, as if in a hurry, his shoulder collided with the noble man slightly, Zhou Mo made an apologetic gesture and pressed the right hand of the noble man who wanted to raise his defense, then smiled apologetically, and left in a hurry.

Baron Yongou had heard of Zhou Mo a long time ago. Now that he saw the man with black hair and black eyes, he knew it was Zhou Mo. He also saw that he acted in a hurry, disorderly, and in a hurry. At the door of the box, he knocked on the door and said:

"Meet Her Majesty the Princess."

Ruiwen-Nalong was sitting on the soft chair, seemingly unaware of the invitation outside the door. The moment Zhou Mo walked out of the box, the color of her green eyes dimmed slightly.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" Chen Yang leaned over slightly, whispering in Ruiwen Nalong's ear.

Ruiwen-Nalongbi's eyes regained focus, her aura became cold and she nodded slightly.

Chen Yang walked over, opened the door, saw Baron Yongou, smiled and saluted, put his finger on his lower abdomen, and shook it slightly undetectable.

Baron Yongou's complexion sank slightly, he nodded politely to Chen Yang, and then walked up to Ruiwen Nalong, just about to kneel down on one knee, when Ruiwen Nalong's voice sounded:
"Seven days of confinement in Chenyang Water Prison, Baron Yongou will never go to Baishan Castle to see you!"

In the water dungeon of the kingdom of the sea, ordinary people will die within one day after entering it, and they are black iron life. In the seven days, whether they can survive or not depends on God's will.

White Mountain Castle is the favorite place of His Majesty the King of the Sea. Most of the government affairs of the Sea Kingdom are handled in the White Mountain Castle. Ruiwen Nalong's words almost cut off the future of Baron Yongou.

Chen Yang knelt down on the spot with a plop, her long golden hair spread out on the ground, her whole body trembling, but she didn't dare to explain a word.

Baron Yongou had made great contributions, and just now he wanted to show his face in front of His Highness the Princess, but he didn't expect that before he could say a word, a thunderbolt would strike his head.

"Get off!" Ruiwen-Nalong swung her red cloak fiercely, and the elf fire dissipated, appearing quite berserk.

The old man with a pointed top and a tall hat at the side focused his eyes slightly, and raised his hand slightly, and Chen Yang and Baron Yongou were swept out of the box.

"Your Highness, your emotions are a little out of control!"

The old man's voice is kind and full of concern.

Rui Wen-Nalong slumped on the soft chair, the coldness on her body just now disappeared, her blue eyes looked blankly at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

While Ruiwen Nalong was in a state of disarray, Zhou Mo was struggling in pain and despair.

A rainbow-shaped scimitar gradually took shape in Zhou Mo's hands. Every inch of Zhou Mo's skin trembled, and every muscle fiber groaned.

The mithril color of the skin is getting deeper and deeper, the luster is getting more and more radiant, and fine textures even begin to appear on the surface of the skin.

After a while, on the blade, the rainbow scimitar covered with chrysanthemum patterns condensed into substance. Zhou Mo held the handle of the knife, leaning his back against the wall, struggling to stand up again, and another ball of experience light began to materialize in his hand.

A long knife began to condense, and Zhou Mo tried for the first time to materialize two pieces of equipment one after another.

The realization of the Death Knife Dalong Mithril peak template has exhausted Zhou Mo, and his nerves are still numb. However, in order to survive, Zhou Mo was cruel, and the light group of Baron Yongou's experience that he had just copied began to manifest. change!

　Thank you Hongchen Moran for your big reward!

　　Thank you for the big reward for naming it!

　　Thank you for your great reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)