I made the Dragon God in the game

“Silver” skeleton?

“Black iron” skeleton?

Fang Bai was slightly stunned, and suddenly for some reason he remembered the faint golden light that flowed inside and outside his body after he had finished tempering.

That was the golden light that symbolized strength, and it was the power that spontaneously emerged when the body was tempered to no flaws.

He didn’t think much of it before, but at this moment he suddenly thought that if a skeleton continued to temper, and tempered to his strength, and then golden light would be born.

Wouldn’t that be a “golden” skeleton?

Fang Bai’s expression gradually became weird, and this name was really bad.

But it was really weird.

Looking at Zhao Ling’s soul fire jumping, and he didn’t seem to have recovered yet, Fang Bai continued to speak.

"Strong, right? This is the Three Refinements. After learning the Three Refinements, you can not only help the skeletons turn into mecha masters, but also manually increase their strength.

This combat effectiveness is not just a little bit improved. It is easy for a silver skeleton to kill a hundred black iron skeletons without injury.

Want to learn?"

"If you want to learn, come to Tiangong Pavilion, I will teach you~"

Fang Bai's mouth was smooth, and the hoe was swung before the thought passed through his brain. He was used to it, subconsciously.

But after reacting, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

At worst, he would be chased and beaten by his president. His extreme defense points are not exaggerated, and the points are not added in vain.

Standing there and letting them beat him, he can still open his mouth and dig a few hoes.

And this Zhao Ling is indeed a talent, and his profession is also very strong. He has heard about the previous battle with the little wolf king.

There must be a secret!

Of course, this has nothing to do with him. He just wants to poach people.

After talking for a long time and seeing that Zhao Ling didn't reply, Fang Bai continued.

"Are you worried about what your president will say? It's okay, I'll take care of it.

He definitely can't kill me, and he can't beat me."

Fang Bai patted his chest and said, but he felt Zhao Ling's soul fluctuations as soon as he finished speaking.

"I"

Zhao Ling paused slightly and said faintly.

"I am the president."

Uh.

Fang Bai subconsciously looked up at the sky. Even though his face was made of three-level elemental metal and the golden stage of body quenching, he couldn't resist it.

Looking up at the sky, his toes gripped the ground.

Fang Bai suddenly felt as if he was trapped in some realm, and the air seemed to solidify.

Oh my God.

It's not so hard for him to fight a legend now.

"I really can't beat you, and I can't kill you."

Zhao Ling said faintly, and Fang Bai's mouth twitched when he heard it.

"I finally understand why Hao Wei always wants to stab you to death with a knife.

Fortunately you are strong, otherwise he would definitely knock you out and guard your body."

Fang Bai smiled awkwardly but politely when he heard it.

"Well, the weather is nice today."

"Oh, I was just joking, don't take it seriously, just to liven up the atmosphere.

Let's go, time is running out, let's talk on the way."

Zhao Ling stared at Fang Bai with his hollow eyes, and after a moment he extended his hand.

"Please."

The undead next to him had replaced the throne with a simple platform, on which there was a simple tea table.

And the number of undead carrying the load had increased to 64.

"And there is a sedan chair, professional."

Fang Bai walked forward with a smile on his face, and the moment he stepped on it.

Pah pah pah pah!

The skeletons carrying the sedan chair on Fang Bai's side all knelt on one knee, struggling to stand up.

But Fang Bai's foot was like a mountain, and he had to work hard to stand up.

Fang Bai walked up.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

They all knelt on the ground, and one unlucky guy was directly pressed to the ground.

Silence, silence, incomparable silence.

"Maybe, maybe I'm too heavy, I'll walk."

"It's okay, carry it!"

After a while, the 128 sedan chairs were officially on the road, and the undead below were trembling. Although the other undead around them had no intelligence, their remaining instincts still made them look at the undead carrying the sedan chair with pity.

Of course, this might also be Fang Bai's illusion. With a circle of black eye holes, where would the pity come from?

Sitting on the sedan chair, Fang Bai felt like sitting on pins and needles, and started forging.

It was like squatting and pulling leaves when answering the phone, a subconscious action.

And Fang Bai's forging of the three refinements was almost instinctive. If the elemental metal three refinements needed to involve the power of the elements, it might take more effort, but these ordinary steel three refinements were really easy to do.

Zhao Ling wanted to say something, but when he saw Fang Bai pinching a silver skull in one hand and a silver skull in the other, his fighting power soared.

This. Fang Bai gave too much.

This is not just a figurine, this is all money!

This is a forging done by a forging master himself!

For a moment, the atmosphere became particularly weird. The two of them didn't speak. The weirder it was, the more awkward it was. Fang Bai's speed of pinching the silver skeleton became faster and faster, and he became more and more skilled.

Zhao Ling didn't want to talk anymore.

But in the end, the two of them got off and walked. First, the consumption of the undead carrying the sedan chair was too great. Fang Bai didn't feel comfortable to continue sitting when the undead took over.

Second, it was because it was a primitive environment after all, with mountains, forests, plains and valleys. The terrain was flat before and they could walk for a while, but the terrain was rugged later. Even with the undead opening the way and stepping on the feet, it became more and more difficult to walk, so they just walked.

The two walked forward at a very fast speed. Zhao Ling looked at the more than 20 silver skeletons next to him and was pleasing to the eye. After a test, it became more and more pleasing.

And the name is completely named after the silver skeleton, which is both the level and the name.

But what made Zhao Ling feel depressed was that Fang Bai stopped pinching.

He was just thinking how cool it would be to form a team of hundreds of silver skeletons for a group attack.

He was still thinking about how many Fang Bai could pinch along the way.

As a result, Fang Bai stopped pinching, and Zhao Ling didn't have the face to ask Fang Bai to help him pinch.

Although he was shameless, he still had to save face.

He knew how high Fang Bai's forging bid was, and if Fang Bai spread the word, no matter how high the price was, others would rush to buy it.

He had already forged more than 20 for him for free, which was already very expensive. If he still wanted it, it would be really a shame.

But. I really want to dye all these figures silver!

Zhao Ling's soul fire jumped unsteadily, but he didn't see that Fang Bai, who was walking beside him, had a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

At the beginning, pinching the silver skeleton might be a way to ease the embarrassment, but later Fang Bai figured it out.

President?

What's wrong with the president?

Isn't the president a player? Can't the president be poached?

Who said that the president can't be poached?

At worst, the whole guild can be poached together. Anyway, Tiangong Pavilion is also short of peripheral guilds now.

Feeling Zhao Ling's emotional changes, Fang Bai's voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey, Zhao Ling, even if you are the president, you can join in. After all, Tiangong Pavilion is a loose player organization. You can join in to learn forging and continue to manage the guild. It won't affect it."

Zhao Ling was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Fang Bai in disbelief.

Not only did Fang Bai want it, but the guild also wanted it. He also didn't want to give the guild a name and take responsibility for the guild!