Mixed Miners

"Ah~~ Don't eat me, the fat man is not good, you go to eat that thin man~" The fat man screamed at his eyes and screamed like a pig.

Yang Ling's black line smashed his hand and said: "Little fat man, see clearly, I am Yang Ling!"

"Yang... Yang Ling..." The fat man looked at Yang Ling from his fingers, then slowly put his hand down, and then turned a fat face into a joy, "Yang Ge, how are you here?"

Yang Ling's cheeks pumped a few times and said nothing: "In the middle of the night, if you are not sleeping at home, how can you run here?"

The little fat man reacted. He touched it on his body and then picked up the flashlight and looked around. "What about my camera?"

"I will help you find it!"

Yang Ling is also pretending to look around with a flashlight.

"Hey~" A big foot stepped on the camera in the dark, and a vitality also rushed in.

"Found, oh, but unfortunately broke!"

Yang Ling picked up the camera and the lens and display were slightly distorted.

The little fat man rushed up, took the camera and opened the hatch, pulled a memory card out of it and glanced at it. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, then carefully put the memory card in his pocket and wiped it with his hand. A few times, "Yes, Yang Ge, how are you here?"

"I?..., um, I heard people say that there are swordsmen appearing here, so come see."

"Haha! Yang Ge, I have already recorded it, and tomorrow you will wait to see the explosion news!" The little fat man threw the camera that was smashed by Yang Ling into the bushes, and proudly patted his pocket.

"You don't want a camera?" Yang Ling asked amazedly.

"The bad are all broken, do you want him to do it? Will the unit be sure to give me a new one tomorrow?"

Poor baby!

Yang Ling couldn't help but pray for the little fat man in his heart, and the memory card that was robbed by the temperament is not what data will be.

Just then, the thin man who fell to the ground next to him stood up in dizziness.

......

Ten minutes later, Yang Ling’s footed flying sword appeared in the sky above the critical space.

At this time in March, winter has gone, spring is coming.

Between the mountains and the mountains, the trees are still dying, and under the stars of the night, the trees near the mountains are still shrouded in the cold.

Looking at the mountain below, everything is naturally incomparable. Yang Ling has some toothache. He looks left and right, and he has not found any flaws. So he put away Feijian and slowly fell.

However, he has been falling to the ground and nothing happened.

Fortunately, there is no problem with the magical array of critical space.

He flew straight to the cliff above the mountainside, and the huge pine tree stood still in the same place, and the trunk was as thick as ever.

He walked over to the pine tree and looked at it carefully. In a familiar position, he was surprised to find that there was a palm-sized astronomical mark on the cracked bark, so he pressed his hand and pressed it to enter a glimmer of energy. A flash disappeared from the place.

Half a minute later, Yang Ling’s figure was once again revealed in the original place, with a hint of weirdness on his face.

It seems that this place has been integrated into the system, but under the wrong conditions, it has left a back door for itself. Even if the system can't get in, the user can freely enter and exit this critical space and Yufu. Cave day.

This has made him a bit overjoyed. For a long time, he has been concerned about the system of the second force, and he is not at ease.

He let go of his thoughts, and with the support of a powerful spirit, a layer of successive palace communities emerged from the ambiguous appearance of the mountains and valleys.

Perhaps this critical space is similar to a one-way transparent glass. It is easy to get out from the inside, but it can't get in from the outside. Even if someone finds this place, it can be found that the entrance is in vain, and the security seems very good. high.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling is satisfied with the footsteps of flying swords and turning into a shadow that disappears in the dark without a trace.

......

Xishanju Villa.

Yang Ling was sitting in his room with a black-painted stick with a thick arm on his leg, and a purple jade slip in his hand, staring blankly in his eyes.

Among the jade articles that the old man gave him, the method of refining the method was recorded in very detailed, almost all-inclusive, and the writing was also easy to understand, which made Yang Ling, the idiot of the refiner, not too strenuous.

There are dozens of methods for the first, second and third steps of the magic weapon. If the magic weapon is to exert its maximum power, then it must be based on the properties of the material to select the array method suitable for the attribute. The five elements of the phase are in the refining and alchemy. Especially obvious.

After a long while, Yang Ling opened his eyes, put the jade slip into the ring, and then picked up the star wood on the leg. The wood is only one meter long and the diameter is about 20 centimeters. The whole body is dark, but it is very heavy, just like A large iron rod of hundreds of pounds.

This is just the appearance. In fact, the hardness of this kind of wood is beyond the awareness of all the people on the earth. It is estimated that it will be lost under the 10,000-ton hydraulic press, and it will not necessarily be crushed, let alone with an ordinary steel knife axe.

Yang Ling learned how to look at the old man and took the stick in his hand and looked at it for a few minutes, then he took a small hammer.

After a little thought, a lot of vitality poured into the hammer of the refiner, and the gods read smoothly to stimulate the cutting array in the hammer of the refiner. At that moment, countless bright red lights began to flash on the hammer, and several thin reds. The blade is condensed in the hammerhead, floating up and down in the air, constantly cutting the air, making a constant sound.

Yang Ling attached the gods to a few blades, feeling the fierce momentum and the powerful power. After hesitating, he raised the hammer and slammed it into the sky.

"砰~!"

The refiner hammer slammed heavily on the starry wood, and a flaming brilliance flashed out.

A few red blades passed over the starry wood, and a few slaps, a thick arm and a stick instantly turned into a sword. With the splash of wood chips, Yang Ling reached out and grabbed the black sword in his hand. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the fifth sword he made in the past two days. The first one is the worst. He was cut into a pile of **** directly by the cutting method. The second one was slightly better and cut into Dozens of large and small tens of pieces of various solid geometric figures, until this one, is decent, although it still does not reach the shape Yangling needs, but this can barely be used to embed the array.

Take out the jade slip and close his eyes again. Ten minutes later, Yang Ling put away the jade slip, picked up the hammer, injected the spirit, and began to communicate the inside of the array.

In fact, the old hammer gave Yang Ling this hammer hammer in the third-order magic weapon is also very good, which is embedded with a 12-dimensional array method and a spiritual array method, while also storing sixty-eight yuan The matrix method and the five spirit level methods, this stored array method, only need to use the gods to communicate the mosaic method, you can use the hammer to insert it into the magic weapon to be built.

Among the magic weapons of the sword, Feijian is undoubtedly the most popular.

Therefore, Yang Ling did not think about it, and directly selected a flight array method.

As the red light flashes on the hammer of the refiner, a red line appears in the volley, and then hooks up to each other, slowly becoming a simple three-dimensional pattern. (To be continued.)