The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

Everything was ready, all he needed was the alloy. After leaving the house several times today, Mo Wen returned to the house again holding the fire soil. He took off his coat and asked Qing Yi to fetch water. He dug some loess himself and began to stir up the mound.

I fetched the water and poured it in without haste. I first built a mold with a box for parts, then poured it in. Stir the soil evenly and quickly fill it into the mold. After compacting it, seal the top of the furnace. A blast furnace is completed.

Throwing in the fuel, he began to heat up the furnace. He gathered ink-colored sword energy in his right hand, cut a piece from the nebula iron, added copper and star steel, and threw it into the furnace after the heating was completed. The white-gold flames instantly swallowed up three people. piece of metal.

Under the influence of the flames, the three pieces of metal slowly melted and began to fuse together. Mo Wen took off his robe, stood aside and observed, and took out a hammer from his belt that he used for forging before.

More than half an hour later, the tinkling sound of forging could be heard in the villa area in the back hill. Ning Rongrong, who had just finished lunch, was about to take a nap. She was so annoyed by the noise that she was so angry that she lay down in front of the window. Roar, "It's so noisy! I won't let anyone sleep!"

The sound of hammering disappeared in the next second. Mo Wen, who was standing there with a hammer in hand, scratched the back of his head and was at a loss. He didn't need to tell him what ingredients people in this world have for taking a nap. If he had this skill, he might as well practice for a while.

It happened that the first alloy core was forged. Mo Wen put the hammer aside, picked up the red tetradecahedron, threw it into the water and quenched it, leaving a cloud of white steam. When he finally took out the core, the color had turned into Blue-purple, with a little starlight.

"Qing Yi, take care of the fire, melt all the parts on the ground into molten iron, pour it into the grinding tool and shape it first." Mo Wen took the new core and ordered, since it can't be made, let's shape it first and wait for the lazy one. Let’s talk after the woman wakes up.

Standing next to her, Qing Yi's head was covered with black lines, and she kept complaining in her heart, "Miss Ning Rongrong is right, you will never find a wife in this life."

In my heart, I was dissatisfied with being treated as a tool, but my body was very honest, and I worked hard to make the core embryo. As soon as I got close, I felt the heat wave, and my delicate face turned red.

Arriving at the hall on the first floor, Mo Wen took out his carving knife and condensed the golden light. His control over the soul power could be said to be at its peak. Not only was there a talisman on the outside of the core, there were also energy marks on the inside, connecting the outside. Talisman.

He put away the turning golden light, shook it hard, took a long breath, and shook off all the metal debris inside and outside, and the first core came out.

After injecting soul power, the core lights up with golden light and makes a buzzing sound. As long as the core is embedded into the reserved groove on the armor or weapon, and then the soul power line is carved out, the soul guide is completed.

Picking up the dim core, Mo Wen rubbed his belly and went to the second floor to eat the lunch in the pot. After a hearty meal, he washed the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction, rubbed his hands with enthusiasm, and returned to the mouth full of parts. .

Opening the chest of marked breastplates, there are three breastplates side by side, two male and one female.

First take out a men's piece, open a groove from the back, insert the core, take out the carving knife again, carve horizontal and vertical marks on the breastplate, blow off the metal debris, and the breastplate is completed.

Wearing it on himself, Mo Wen injected soul power at the soul master level, and as expected, a layer of soul power shield was formed on the surface. He punched himself in the chest. The golden shield showed no change, and he nodded with satisfaction.

This breastplate has a Soul Emperor level of defense. It can also be said that each of this set of weapons can be called a sixth-level soul guide. When put together in a perfect set, it can exert the power of nearly an eighth-level soul guide. The power is enough for the current situation.

The only problem now was how to dress quickly. Mo Wen had an idea in his mind and was ready to start after Ning Rongrong's nap.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, after recovering the soul power consumed in making the core, Mo Wen came to the door and shouted loudly, "Ning Rongrong! Are you awake? Just tell me if you are awake!"

Ning Rongrong, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up as expected, her eyebrows furrowed, usually I provoke you, don't teach me a lesson, but today you provoke me, don't blame me for being merciless, lying on the window and roaring, "You bastard, you What are you doing! If you keep making any noise, be careful, I will turn over your stove, you stinky blacksmith. If you continue to fight, you can still make flowers!"

Integrity does not mean that he does not know how to use small tricks and gather knowledge from hundreds of schools of thought. Mo Wen does not believe in justice. He just wants to become a representative of the people at the bottom, fight against the aristocracy and seek benefits for them.

They are all ready to form the Yin Yang Family. The six soul terror curses, soul searching techniques, and those cruel methods have no justice at all.

"Are you awake? Then you should practice cultivation quickly. If you eat and sleep every day, you will turn into a pig!" After mocking Ning Rongrong, Mo Wen turned back with a smile and looked at Qing Yi who was dripping with sweat. He praised warmly, "Well done. Thank you for your hard work. You should go and rest first."

Looking at the steely straight man who was puzzled by the amorous feelings, Qing Yi turned away and wanted to take a shower first. He was all sticky and uncomfortable.

Looking at the various shapes of iron embryos, Mo Wen continued to strike. The tinkling sound continued and the iron embryos gradually shrank in size.

The loud and clear voice made Ning Rongrong unable to calm down, so she could only put on her clothes and ran over. When she saw Mo Wen who was quenching, he was surprisingly angry and said, "Can you be quiet, I can't practice anymore." "

What greeted Ning Rongrong was not Mo Wen's face, but a crossbow arrow that passed by her and penetrated a big tree behind her with a strong wind.

Without the slightest fear, Ning Rongrong's heartbeat quickened. She looked at the ink crossbow in Mo Wen's hand, her eyes shining with golden light. "What is this? Come on, let me play with it! It's so powerful. Come on, come on, let me play with it." Play."

Mo Wen kept talking around him, which was pretty much what he expected. The eldest lady who pursues excitement all day long was not afraid, but was attracted, "It's impossible, the Mo Crossbow is too lethal. I can't tell you how many people will suffer." Woolen cloth.

However, as long as you worship me as your teacher, I can teach you how to make it. What do you think, do you want to consider it? "

With one sweep, Mo Wen put the Mo Crossbow back into his belt. Mo Wen threw all the forged cores into the bucket, and a burst of steam blocked the expression on his face.

Ning Rongrong ran to her house and struggled to pull out the crossbow arrow. Ning Rongrong looked at the fine steel thing thoughtfully. After some consideration, she made up her mind not to let go of such a fun thing, and returned to Mo Wen. "Teacher, teacher, I agree, please teach me quickly."

"First memorize the book I gave you before, and I will teach you right away." Feeling bad in his heart, Mo Wen took out the core from the bucket and carefully observed the octagonal cylinder in his hand.

Based on the consumption of soul power and mental power, he estimated that it would take a day to make a set of soul guidance armor, and he would be able to complete it by the time he left, and he could also do some non-attack work at the same time.

Next to her, Ning Rongrong was so embarrassed that she almost dug out the three bedrooms and one living room with her feet. There was no book anywhere, but she threw it away as soon as she left. She quickly glanced around with her beautiful eyes, but as expected, she didn't see anything, so she had to leave first. , be prepared to take a long-term approach.

With a smirk, Mo Wen quietly looked at Ning Rongrong's unwilling to leave, stroking his invisible beard, and whispered, "Young man, if you still want to fight with me, go find her slowly."

Time turned to evening, when Ning Fengzhi finished a busy day of work and passed by Mo Wen's residence, he saw the fire that was still burning. His favorite maid was watching there, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. .

Asking Qing Yi, who was very good at making tea, to make a fire, I don't know how Mo Wen came up with it. His eyes turned to other places, and a set of upper body armor stood out among a pile of boxes. The complicated patterns on it looked extraordinary.

"Qingyi, is this the soul armor that Mo Wen mentioned?" Ning Fengzhi asked without looking back as Gu Rong came to the side with an angry look on his face.

"Back to the sect master, yes. Elder Mo Wen worked all afternoon. Now his soul and mental power are seriously overdrawn, and he is recovering from meditation." Fortunately, Qing Yi, who was dripping with sweat, was not wearing the same clothes as when he was in Liuli Hall, otherwise he might not be able to do it tonight. She is about to become Ning Rongrong’s little mother.

Pointing his finger on the center point, he injected soul power. The cyan soul power spread along the notch, forming a layer of soul power shield. Ning Fengzhi's years of experience, this defense is no higher than the defense he created with his own soul power. few.

"Yes, you will follow Mo Wen from now on." Nodding with satisfaction, Ning Fengzhi left immediately. The effect of the new soul guide was beyond his imagination, and soon it would no longer be a dream for him to challenge the powerful attack soul saint in a one-on-one battle.

"I understand, I would like to send you off to the sect master." Qing Yi bowed and sent Ning Fengzhi away, feeling a little confused and not sure what he was thinking.