Mixed Miners

Yang Ling's cheeks pumped... After pumping for a long time, he reluctantly took out a black bowl.

Ding Cong looked at the black skull, the bumpy surface, the pitted bowl of magic, and the face was dark.

"The practice treasure this guy used to be dry? Open the kiln? Why isn't the cup is the bowl!"

Yang Ling’s face is also dark, and he can’t help but say, “Do you want to, don’t you pay me back?”

"Want ~ why not?" Ding Cong quickly put the small bowl in his arms. "Although it is ugly, but it is also a magic weapon? Tell me, what kind of beast is hidden in this bowl?"

"Is this bowl not used for fighting?" Yang Ling said embarrassedly.

"That is dry?" Ding Cong asked curiously.

"I said that it can fly you believe it or not?" Yang Ling forty-five degrees to look at the sky, this magic weapon is still made in the bowl that he used to squat in the mine star cave, embedded in a flying array.

Ding Cong looked at the bowl in his hand, and then carefully input a glimmer of energy. The bowl in his hand shook slightly, and slowly swayed from his hands, and then screamed at Ding Cong. The "啪嗒" fell to the ground.

"Ha ha, lying trough, high-end goods, really can fly ..." Ding Congxi can not help but pick up a small bowl, and then began to test.

Yang Ling was very speechless and watched Ding Cong's self-entertainment control of the small bowl flying in the room, from time to time, sending out a ghostly cry.

Ten minutes later, Ding Cong was exhausted, and an excited excitement sat down next to Yang Ling to reach out a hand.

"What?" Yang Ling said a few times.

"Dan medicine, add the vitality of the medicine, come quickly!"

Yang Ling sighed and pulled out a few jade bottles. After thinking about it, he threw two pieces of meta-crystal spar together and threw it to him. "The bottle is a qi, Dan, almost a Monday grain, can promote training, these two yuan The energy of the ore is to restore the vitality. If the energy is exhausted, it can be taken in the hands and can speed up the replenishment."

After Ding Cong got these things, and then directly opened Jiu Xuan Zhenzheng, it took a long time for him to sit cross-legged and squint and said: "Yang Huofa, the deity is going to practice now, please stay away from me. !"

Grandpa from you!

Yang Ling kicked him to the ground and pointed at the room and said, "Go inside and practice!"

Ding Cong went to the room to practice, and Yang Ling leaned back on the sofa and began to daze.

The practice of practice is almost entirely based on savvy. Some methods of practice have already been said. The rest of the reliance will always be impossible, and especially the advancement and breakthrough, there is no opportunity, no Comprehension is basically impossible.

Yang Ling did not take out the Yuan Zhen meat, just want to squat that he is still in the magic capital, let Ding Cong become familiar with the practice process of Jiu Xuan Zhenzhen as soon as possible, or even if he is urged to use the medicinal herbs to the gods, he is still a practice idiot. It is estimated that even an ordinary Lantern can not beat.

In Yang Ling's perception of the mind, almost less than an hour, Ding Cong entered the state of training, Yang Ling nodded and then the body flashed into the system.

Since Ding Cong has also entered the practice environment, Chu Yuan will soon enter the practice environment. They must bring the two white masters who are practicing the atmosphere to the mine to fight the Yuan Zhen. The weapons must be ready, otherwise they will be taken. With a bowl that can only fly, the consequences are not expected, it must be very miserable.

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His brain filled the scene, Ding Cong happily sacrificed a black lacquered bowl of magic weapon, shouting a beast to death, and then rushed to prepare for the leak.

Yang Ling’s face paled and stunned.

So I waited directly for the old six to collect the corpse, and even did not use the corpse, directly returned to the earth to give Ding Cong's old mother and mother, and then told them that Ding Cong has been eaten by the monster, mourning, After cremation of the monster, take it back and bury it.

The old man stayed in his nine refining hall at this time, holding the animal tooth and sitting on the ground and meditating.

Yang Ling did not bother him. Instead, he went out and pulled out a few low-end star trees with thick arms. He sat down under the big tree and began to conceive. He was ready to make a few first-order magic weapons.

At this time, the yard is about one square kilometer in size, and the ground is under the rain every day, and all of them grow a layer of flowers and plants, like a layer of colored carpet.

A group of white birds looming in the mist of the whirlpool in the middle of the lake, seems to stop playing on the rockery.

On the side of Yang Ling, there is a dark wooden coffin, which is very glaring and full of incomprehensible atmosphere compared with other things in the yard.

Yang Ling stared at the coffin face and pumped it a few times, then calmed down and picked up a star.

A few hours passed by, Yang Ling in front of the ground, fell a thick layer of black wood chips, and next to him, there are also long and short six or seven pieces of knife and stick-like objects.

These things are all first-order magic weapons, all embedded in a matrix, but all are aggressive arrays ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ edge, Yuan hammer, chaos, Shen Lei and so on.

He patted the wood chips on his body and picked up a wooden sword with a long ruler.

This wooden sword is similar to Oda Snow, but more like the traditional Chinese sword style, short-handled double-edged, dark sword with a little bit of golden dark stars embedded in it, also embedded in a frontal array.

Yang Ling thought for a long time, controlled the wooden sword floating in the air, and then lifted the hammer of the refiner, a complex array of countless red lines slowly condensed and displayed.

This is a flight array method. In Yang Ling’s mind, as a god-level figure who has entered the practice atmosphere, the magic weapon used does not fly, and it is too expensive.

After half a minute, the three-dimensional flight array method has been completely formed. Yang Ling crushed a piece of Yuanshi, and a large amount of vitality poured into the array. The array of methods burst into a red light and slowly stabilized.

"砰~!"

Yang Ling's faint hand was hammered down, and the three-dimensional light array was smashed into the flying sword. At the same time, a large number of souls broke out from him, and the wooden sword group was wrapped in it.

"砰~"

Just when he felt that there was a huge repulsive force in the wooden sword, he did not hesitate to pick up the refiner hammer again.

"Boom~"

A burst of red light flashed, and some unstable light arrays were completely smashed into the wooden sword, and then after a few flashes, they went silent.

Successful!

Yang Ling couldn't help but throw away the hammer and put the wooden sword in his hand. At this time, the wooden sword had a layer of water-like lines on the surface. It was as thin as a natural one, and there was no artificial imprint.

Not easy! Yang Ling caressed this first-order magic weapon that combines two arrays of methods, just like stroking his beloved woman, excitedly squatting, tears are flowing down. (To be continued.)