Douluo: random item drop

The voice was really weak, with a feeling of weakness just after Nirvana and rebirth.

Zhengyang frowned tightly. He was not sure if it was the mithril that had been completed in front of him. He did not dare to enlarge it. Zhengyang slowly injected his few soul power, but a strange scene appeared again. The soul The power was immediately bounced back after it came into contact with the metal, but Zhengyang had already felt that the mithril in front of him was in great need of his soul power.

"What's going on with this little ancestor?!" He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, just like his own child who didn't eat, and he was helpless.

"Little guy! Congratulations, Thousand Refining is completed, three feet of fine work!" Shi San congratulated loudly from the side.

Others also applauded with envy. The three-foot aura was really shocking, mainly because he was only six years old.

Fang Yong was a little surprised to see Zhengyang not moving.

"Is he still injecting soul power like this?"

Shi San looked at Zhengyang's hand with some surprise. Sure enough, soul power was slowly injected into it.

"The metal is about to cool down. No matter how much soul power is injected into it, it will not be able to bring life to life. This kid is not in danger. If he really awakens his life, he will have been sucked dry long ago." Shi San explained.

Zhengyang at the forging platform also heard Shi San's words and suddenly realized in his heart, but he was unwilling to give in. He had already felt life, but it refused to come out.

"Are you afraid of hurting me? I am your father, and I don't care about you. What are you afraid of? Wake up!" Zhengyang roared in his heart.

Since you can resist eating pure soul power, can you resist the temptation of sandwich soul power with spiritual power as the outer shell? !

When the mental power wrapped around the soul power continued to pour into the metal, the forging hammer in Zhengyang's hand began to strike again, but this time the forging was as dense as raindrops, as gentle as a father comforting his child, and as heavy as a mountain. , but full of love.

'Boom~'

'Boom~'

The knocking sound kept sounding, so people closed their mouths without knowing why, and Shi San was surprised again.

"What the hell is this little guy doing! Three Feet Thousand Refinements is already the best. In other words, he can already complete the creation of a living being. He just needs to reach level [-] with soul power!"

There is always a generation gap between geniuses and normal people. Shi San felt that Zhengyang's forced awakening of life was not worth the gain. Fang Yong saw the unwillingness to give up in Zhengyang's eyes, while the other blacksmiths were simply surprised and envious. Some people may be jealous.

Faced with many thoughts, Zhengyang simply felt that since it was a life created by himself, there was no reason to disappear. What's more, this was the first time that this little ancestor was safe on his own!

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I only know that the street lights have brightened, and there is a crescent moon in the night sky, and the impact of the positive sun has come to an end.

Fang Yong couldn't hold on and fell asleep early, and so did some other young blacksmiths. Shi San leaned on the wicker chair with his head bowed, and kept tapping his fingers on the tabletop to make a "ta-da-da" sound.

"Huh~" Zhengyang breathed a long sigh of relief, scratching his fingertips and leaving a drop of blood.

The blood dripped on the white and silver mithril and was quickly absorbed, and the emerald green disappeared in a flash.

"Sorry boss, it took a long time to forge." Zhengyang turned around and said.

Shi San first looked at his hammer. Well, he couldn't bear to look at it. Both of them were going to be scrapped.

He looked at Zhengyang's condition again. His clothes were completely soaked, and the black dirt on his neck was very obvious. His originally handsome face was now covered in sweat, and the brilliance and exhaustion in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Successful?" Shi San asked.

Zhengyang nodded.

"It worked, but not quite."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to keep giving soul power, it is very fragile now."

For the first time in so long, Zhengyang felt that his mental power and soul power were exhausted at the same time. Soul power gave him a steady stream of physical strength, and most of all living processes utilized mental power.

There is naturally no shortage of mental power and Zhengyang, but this little ancestor's taste is a bit strange. If the soul power is injected a little at a time, then ten points must be injected in exchange for mental power. The one to ten exchange rate Zhengyang is also a bit unbearable. , thus resulting in the current situation where both spiritual and soul power have dried up.

"That can be considered a success. It's a pity that I am the only blacksmith shop here. There is a blacksmith's union in the mainland. If you sign up, you will get a lot of subsidies every month." Shi San took the forging hammer and said He caressed his face lovingly.

"Uh, sorry for using your hammer..." Zhengyang said with some embarrassment.

Shi San waved his hand.

"I will give you this piece of mithril. I have no reason to reject it. You are still studying at Notting College, right?"

Zhengyang nodded.

"Then during this semester, if you take the time to come to my place to do the Five Single Thousand Refining tasks, your piece of blood-refined mithril will also be returned to you. Do you think that's okay?" Shi San continued.

"Okay, I've already taken advantage of it."

Zhengyang did take advantage of it. The price of a raw mithril stone was about [-] gold soul coins. Five single and thousand refining tasks were not too much. It happened that he could practice his forging skills more. After all, the difficulty of forging alloys would increase in the future. Much higher.

"Then it's settled. There is a little girl waiting for you at the door. See if she is your friend."

"Girl?" Zhengyang was stunned when he heard this. He didn't have any romantic encounters outside.

Putting the completely cooled mithril into his backpack, Zhengyang slowly walked to the door of the blacksmith shop.

"Xiao Wu? Why is it you!"

Xiao Wu was a little unhappy when she saw Zhengyang's surprised expression.

"Brother Zhengyang, doesn't he hope it's me? Or does Brother Zhengyang hope it's that guy named Tang San from the morning?"

"Tang San and I are innocent. Let's not mention him. The main thing is why are you here? Didn't I ask you to return to the academy?"

Xiao Wu pointed at the moon in the sky with grievance and said: "Brother Zhengyang, Xiao Wu is a little worried when you don't come back so late~"

Zhengyang pursed his lips, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Thank you for worrying, Xiao Wu. I'm fine. Let's go back to sleep."

Subconsciously, he wanted to rub Xiao Wu's head, but found that he had no strength and could no longer lift his hands.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wu found it strange that the imaginary palm did not fall on her head.

"I have no energy left." Zhengyang smiled awkwardly.

Xiao Wu pursed her lips slightly, took the initiative to raise Zhengyang's arm, put her head under the palm, and felt the beauty of that moment.

"Xiao Wu, you are really a rabbit, but I remember that only 'Woof Woof' is like this."

"Hmph! Brother Zhengyang is the 'woof'! Xiao Wu is not!" Xiao Wu wrinkled her little nose and said fiercely.

Teasing Xiao Wu always makes people happy. Soon, Zhengyang returned to Notting Soul Master Academy with Xiao Wu's support.