Lord of the Low Version System

Yellow Turban Warrior?

Seeing those majestic and mighty big guys, Xi Tong saw Lie Xinxi, this is a good thing.

In ancient masterpieces, especially in ancient novels of gods and demons, there is a very common but inconspicuous group.

They are so humble that they don't even have a formal name or appellation, and the words Yellow Turban Lishi are also casually used by later generations.

However, they ran errands for Yuanshi Tianzun and did chores for Jiang Ziya.

Calculated according to the third-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, the level of a yellow scarf warrior...

What Xi Tong cared about was not the strength of the Yellow Turban Warriors, but the way they appeared.

A piece of yellow paper, a spell, came with a bang, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has changed a lot.

If you get this spell and change it casually, isn't it a Pokémon ball?

It is said that tens of thousands of people hold a master ball every day to catch a kind of animal called cute food.

The cute foodie hasn't shown up for several days, and I don't know who's Qiuqiu caught him.

Well, if you give this thing to the little barbarians in the Titan Kingdom, wouldn't you be able to summon a heroic guardian like Saber at any time? In this way, you can save one ticket for the train ride.

Xi Tong seems to have seen the important means of krypton gold in the game - pets/mounts/shikigami...

Therefore, Xi Tong smoothly released a system task [Catch the Yellow Turban Wrestler Alive].

Long Yang took a look at the mission, I haven't even seen the Yellow Turban Power, so I don't know much about it.

The loyalty of Longyang, the host of the subsystem, to you has been reduced by 1, and it is currently -22.

Fuck!

Xi Tong secretly cursed: If it wasn't for your sister's sake, you would have been beaten to death long ago, believe it or not!

At this moment, the system prompted: Master, there is a traitor among us.

what happened?

The system immediately highlights and circles a thing.

A paper crane the size of a fist fluttered lightly, and when it approached the city, a hazy light radiated from the paper, and the surrounding air twisted and changed, and the paper crane actually disappeared.

It's not completely invisible. If you look carefully, you can still see the traces of paper folding, like lines, outlining the outline of the paper crane.

However, in such a chaotic battlefield, who would have the leisure to watch this, except eating melons to represent Xi Tong?

Take it!

Soon, the paper crane flew into a remote courtyard.

Sword foundry?

Xi Tong was surprised, and vaguely sorted out a thread.

It turned out that it was not accidental that Solanum nigrum died for the sword, but a force was planning or even promoting it.

The damn dog plotted, he should be chopped up one by one, and thrown into the sword casting furnace to be burned to ashes.

The paper crane hovered silently on the shoulder of a swordsmith, whispering to him.

The swordsmith pinched the paper crane by scratching his ears and scratching it, rolled it into a paper ball, and shot it into the boiling water with a flick of his fingers.

No form, no shadow, no sound.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong secretly praised, high, really high!

The methods of the ancients are different.

...

On the city wall, Long Yang bought ten more ice shooters and wanted to continue buying, but the system prompted that your balance is insufficient, please recharge.

Not only was the 10,000 balance given away spent, but Huabei's 10,000 quota was also wiped out, plus the half-price privilege, Long Yang spent a total of 40,000 cents coins on this day.

Would you like money, or die! Give me more credit!

However, Xi Tong rejected Long Yang's request.

It's cool to charge money for a while, and it's cool to keep charging all the time! Will you still have these troubles after charging 80,000?

Long Yang is very bachelor, I have sold all the valuable things in Jiang Country, and exchanged them for resources to forge magic swords. There is nothing left to sell.

Xi Tong pointed out a bright way for Long Yang.

You still have the magic sword! Of course, I know that thing is very important to you. I'm talking about the casting map of the magic sword.

If you want to solve the mystery, you can only start with the casting diagram of the magic sword.

In the background story, the magic sword was forged by Long Yang according to the magic sword scroll handed down from generation to generation.

However, after seeing the paper crane, Xi Tong was skeptical of this statement.

Jiang Guo has such a powerful ancestor, how can he get to this point?

Another point is that it is written in the background story that Longyang summoned warlocks to cast magic swords—that is to say, Longyang could not forge swords, and the person who presided over the swordcasting was also a random quack warlock.

There is no need to say more about the virtues of quack warlocks.

Moreover, the magic sword is too strong, it is almost a top magic weapon in the world of fairy swords, if the Xuanyuan sword does not come out, who will compete with it.

According to reports, the magic sword can turn people's resentment into its own spiritual power. Hatred, fighting spirit, resentment, etc. are all the sources of the magic sword's power.

Therefore, Xi Tong wants to get the casting map of the magic sword to solve the mystery in his heart.

Long Yang hesitated in his heart.

The magic sword is very important to him, it is his reliance to destroy Yang Guo.

Like a gambler, he wasted money and sold iron, exhausting resources to forge a magic sword, and put all his hopes on this wave of Stud.

Therefore, the magic sword cannot be lost.

Xi Tong said leisurely: The magic sword is about to be completed, so you won't need this manuscript.

Long Yang thinks about it too, his magic sword is only one step away from taking shape.

Counting the days, it's only a few days' work, and the manuscript is indeed useless.

So, Long Yang took out a jade slip the size of a thumb from his closet.

take it.

Long Yang's eyes widened in disbelief, because the jade slip in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

Ding! You sell precious items and get 10,000 cents.

In Central Park, Xi Tong rubbed the rough-looking jade slip in his hand, thinking to himself, it's not round.

I thought it was a paper manuscript, but it turned out to be Yutongjian!

A thought came out to touch it, and immediately, a massive amount of information flooded into my mind.

Xi Tong rubbed his swollen brows, Is this the hard drive of Fairy Sword World? The amount of information is too large.

There are various schools of sword casting knowledge in Yutong bamboo slips, and even the casting method of Xuanyuan sword.

Of course, these are all rumors and conjectures.

There are also a lot of dry goods. If you master any school of sword casting, you can't say it is a great master, but a master of sword casting is still possible.

The most detailed and dry stuff in it is the casting method of the magic sword.

The site selection of Zhujianfang requires observing the astrology on the top, Fengshui on the bottom, choosing an auspicious day to start construction, and making all the utensils in strict accordance with the requirements.

How stringent are the requirements?

The stones must be stones from the Five Sacred Mountains, and must be stones from the shade of the mountains.

The water used must be rootless water in a certain place on a certain day of the month, and even the time is limited.

The soil must be taken from an ancient tomb, depending on the gender, birth date, bloodline of the tomb owner...

As for the requirements for utensils, there are more tricks, and they are so strict that chicken feathers cannot be used for dusters.

The swordsmiths and even the handymen among them also have to choose according to their birthdays. They have to burn incense, bathe and change clothes three days in advance before entering the swordsmith workshop.

Then there is the work that needs to be done in each link and each step.

Proper feudal superstition.

Xi Tong glanced at thousands of lines and turned directly to the end, only to find that the author of the Jade Tong Jane is a disjointed dog.

His last paragraph goes like this