Immortal God King

Jiang Xiaobai was in a daze when he heard the speech, but then he refused: "thank you for your kindness, but I'm used to being free. Besides, I don't think I need to be instructed in my arming skills any more. "

This can be said to be extremely arrogant, boundless learning, no one dare to say that they have reached the acme in a certain field, do not need other people's advice. Naturally, he needs guidance, but it is yunpan that gives him guidance. But it's very different in the ears of real Huanglong.

Huanglong Zhenren: "it's arrogant of you to say that, isn't it? Even Mahayana did not dare to say that he did not need to be instructed, let alone you? "

Jiang Xiaobai thought about it and then said, "what I said is true."

Immortal Huanglong wanted to slap Jiang Xiaobai to death. He asked in a deep voice, "then I ask you, how many kinds of golden lacquer do you cook at present? How many gold paints are you good at? How many levels of armed map can you draw? "

Jiang Xiaobai calculated, and then weakly said: "in the case of gold lacquer, you should master a hundred kinds, big and small. They are good at Taishi gold lacquer, Yirong gold lacquer and dari Tathagata lacquer. As for the armed map... Now we should be able to draw a five level armed map... "

"What kind of bullshit?" Real Huanglong rolled his eyes.

He has practiced the art of arming for more than 300 years, and so far he has only mastered one hundred kinds of gold lacquer. As for the gold lacquer he is good at, it is one of the top ten in the armed tower.

A little red is a kind of golden lacquer that can stimulate the talent magic power, which can force the blood strength. However, it is extremely difficult to refine, it needs too much divine materials, and if the quality is not high, it will cause sequelae. There are only two or three people in the armed tower who can cook a little red with 90% purity. As for 100% purity, none.

"What I said is true." Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Can you cook that little red?" The Emperor Dragon real person some complacent ask a way. A little red is not only difficult to refine, but also the formula is only in the hands of a few people. Over the years, there are only a dozen people who will be a little red.

Jiang Xiaobai searched Ke Wanxian's memory and found that he was really a little red.

"Yes..." said Jiang Xiaobai.

"A bunch of nonsense and a little red are my unique skills in the armed tower. How can you be an outsider?" The Emperor Dragon real person is some to blow beard to stare.

Jiang Xiaobai wants to go, but he is blocking the entrance to the underground cave. However, he is not in a hurry. He wants to leave. Few people here can stop him.

"I really get a little red." Jiang Xiaobai said seriously, "don't believe you look at my face, serious?"

The real Huanglong is about to explode. There is only one young man in the armed tower who can make a little red. He has an extraordinary origin and is not the man in front of him at all. His voice became more and more indifferent, and he asked, "well, I'd like to see if you really get a little red."

After that, with a wave of his hand, a pile of divine materials appeared at Jiang Xiaobai's feet.

Jiang Xiaobai originally wanted to go, but seeing so many miraculous materials, he moved his mind.

He knows how to make a little red, but it's too hard to collect it. In particular, with his strength, it is very difficult to collect the three main ingredients for a while and a half, and the fairy beans needed are also terrible.

But now... All the magic materials are at his feet.

A fist sized Jinjiao Neidan, a kilogram of six winged snake's blood... Especially a god fetus attracted his attention.

That is the divine birth of lightning bird. Although it has lost its vitality, the vast waves contained in it are transmitted layer upon layer.

"Or double yellow eggs..." Jiang Xiaobai said to himself.

"Yes, I want to see if you can make some red today." If you succeed in making a little red, not only will the gold paint be yours, but I will also worship you as my teacher. If you can't boil it out and waste my divine material, you have to give me a segment of Kunlun dragon tentacle. "

Old fox, finally showing his tail?

Jiang Xiaobai sneers. The real Huanglong really wants to accept him as an apprentice, but the ultimate goal is a tentacle of the Kunlun dragon.

"No problem." Jiang Xiaobai said, then took out the golden stove, lit the flame, put a lot of God material in, began to boil a little red.

Outside, many people have dispersed.

Only the young demon king, the eight virtuous princes, and the demon girls are still here. The young demon king is waiting for Jiang Xiaobai in exchange for the five color grass in his hand.

Huanglong immortal has been watching Jiang Xiaobai's technique, the more he looks, the more frightened he is.

Jiang Xiaobai's technique is too skillful. It doesn't look like a young master of armed arts. For example, he urged the fire, and he mastered the fire very well. For example, he was going to put Jinjiao Neidan.

If the Emperor Dragon immortal himself adds the divine material, he will certainly throw the whole inner pill into it. But Jiang Xiaobai was not. He took out a metal knife and scraped it on the surface of Neidan. Scraping bit by bit, the golden powder turned into a golden stream, like a dragon and a python, and rushed into the golden paint stove.

He had only seen this technique in one person before, that is, Ke Wanxian, who had been in power a hundred years ago!

"Is that a dragon finger?" Huang Long asked, his voice trembling.

"Well." Jiang Xiaobai nodded.

His speed is faster and faster. After a day, a strange smell comes from the golden lacquer stove. Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes and put away his magic power. He opened the golden lacquer stove.

What appeared in their sight was a red dot, not many in number, just a little bit the size of their thumb. It was a big red, like a blood diamond. It gently suspended there, reflecting the colorful light.

Huang Long real person Mou son's quick contraction, the heart all puffed puffed to jump up. Because of shock and excitement and contraction of the pupil was replaced by red light.

With his eyes, he saw at a glance that it was pure red!

Purity... 95%!

"A little red of 90.5% purity!" Huang Long's breathing is very short. How many years have you never seen a little red of 90.5% purity? He raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai.

His eyes are shining, and he wants to see through Jiang Xiaobai. His face was ordinary and he was not old. But looking at it, he was surprised again. I didn't care about it before, but now when I look at it carefully, I find that this person's face is smeared with Yirong gold paint!

But no matter how to cover up, this person's blood is extremely majestic, vitality, vitality. Everything represents that he is not very old, only 20 at most!

A 20-year-old young man made a little red of 90.5% purity. If he said it, it would shock the whole armed Tower!

"It's incredible." The palm of the real Huanglong's hand glowed and pulled up a ball of gold paint the size of his thumb. His excited beard was trembling.

Look at Jiang Xiaobai again, it doesn't matter.