Mixed Miners

Yang Ling was very happy to throw the phone on the stone table, and then picked up the tea that had already been cold, and muttered a few mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth and rested leisurely, and took a piece of jade.

This is the explanation of the refining instrument that the old man gave him at night.

Soon after ten minutes, Yang Ling opened his eyes and thought about his chin for a while and then began to look at it again and again for nearly two hours. He then collected the jade.

Although the instrument and the magic weapon are only one word difference, the function is very different.

Compared with the magic weapon, the device is simple in function and can be regarded as a simplified version or a prototype of the first-order magic weapon. It can be used as a storage device to activate a simple array method, which can basically be regarded as a consumable device. Replenish energy, it can't be repaired after damage, and it will slowly lose its effect as time goes by.

There are many materials that can be stored in the universe. All the materials that can be used to refine the magic weapon can be used, or even the magic weapon can be refining. For example, unfinished Tianxingmu, including fossils that have been smashed from the unicorn red soul today, Naturally has a degree of affinity, with a certain storage effect.

These things are treasures that have never been seen in the legend for the people of the earth. But for Yang Ling, they are only garbage that can only be thrown away. Using these things to do something that does not require vitality can have certain effects. The instrument is for the relatives and friends to defend themselves, and the town house is an excellent choice.

Now his development has been completely out of touch with this society, but he still can't or say that there is no condition to bring the old lady and relatives and friends into the system, or that he has no ability to let them be happy under their own shelter. life.

In addition to giving them a better body, others can't really give it, and even Pei Yuandan, he still has some dare to use it for his loved ones, because once they are used, their life will be completely upset.

For the relatives of father and grandmother and grandparents, they are completely accustomed to the freedom of the countryside, the leisure life of sunrise and sunset, and they cannot ignore their own selfishness and let their happiness be ignored. From then on, they left their homes and hid in an inaccessible place to live a life of isolation. It was not happiness, but cruelty.

Therefore, he can only protect them as much as possible. What's more, today's society, today's China, is not a turbulent era of turmoil. They only need to slowly change and subtly adapt them until they have the ability. After changing these years, a few decades later, suddenly the Earth people discovered that self-cultivation is no longer a legendary story, and it is already happening around. At that time, it was the time to come...

Yang Ling's eyes glowed in the night. He sat up from the lounge chair and waved his hand. A pile of star wood fragments floated in front of him.

Looking at these pieces, Yang Ling couldn't help but squeeze a few times.

The bombing is really too fragmented. Basically, there is not a piece of a little decent. After picking and picking, Yang Ling selected more than a dozen pieces of thumb-sized star wood. As for the rest, he thought it was still in the ring. .

He looked at each of the selected pieces and then picked out a relatively regular piece. He turned his hand and took out the hammer of the refiner. After a long period of calming, three reddish translucent arcs under the hammer. The blade is slowly condensed.

"砰~"

The hammer of the refiner hammered down gently, and the light red blade jumped directly on the starry wood floating in the air. Then a group of red light flashed, only to hear a slap in the air, Yang Ling closed very awkwardly. Eyes.

It’s too embarrassing, it’s terrible.

In the flight of the blade, the size of the thumb and a piece of star wood were directly cut into particles and scattered, and the flower scaffolding was almost overturned.

Yang Ling looked around with the leaves of the stars and the shards of the stars, and his face was dark. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and picked up a piece of debris from the stone table again. He waved the hammer again.

Ten minutes later, Yang Ling finally compromised.

Looking at the only piece of Tian Xingmu that was not cut into powder, I couldn't help but laugh. This piece has a small half of a big finger, but the shape is not easy to say. It has a natural atmosphere of artificial carving, and I can't see the original intention of the creator.

Yang Ling sighed and threw the odd-shaped beads into the grass, looked up at the sky for forty-five degrees, and the tears came out soon.

Is it true that Laozi really does not have the talent of refining equipment? Nowadays, the realm of God is perfect, but even a bead is not good.

If you have a lathe, it's a pity that there isn't any planet car on the planet.

Don't waste the material first. The Tianxing wood shards can be regarded as a baby. With a piece of one piece, it is not easy to find it later, so he jumped from the rocking chair and looked at the wooden sticks thrown on the ground. Then, the hammer was swayed, and a red light flashed through it, and the wooden stick was smashed into the air in twenty or thirty.

An hour later, several sticks on the ground have turned into wood chips, and on the stone table, there are more than a dozen or a big fist, or a large wooden ball, although serious. Irregularity, but basically it can be seen that there is a little round shape.

Come again!

Yang Ling picked up a wooden ball and swayed a small hammer.

After a while, this wooden ball has been thinned for a while, and the appearance is still terrible, completely polyhedral shape.

carry on!

After half a minute~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This wooden ball has only the size of the pigeon egg, and it looks like Zhou Zheng is more, but the distance from the sphere is still very different.

Another hour passed, and there were more than a dozen quasi-circular spheres that looked like the size of a bead.

Yang Ling stared at these little wooden **** for a while, and swept the wooden **** to the ground with a wave of his hand. It seems that there is still a long way to go to reach the old-fashioned refining techniques of the old man. Accurate, control of the power of the soul, grasp of the shape, pre-judgment of the material, have very strict requirements.

Hey~!

It seems that I am still too quick to make a profit.

It’s no wonder that the old man started to learn from the repair of the house, not only because the materials of the refining equipment are precious, but the grasp of the details is really difficult to control. I have to repair the house first.

Where is the best house repair?

Of course, it is a mineral star. There are not many stones, and no matter how ugly it is, it will never be seen again. (To be continued.)