Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

"Little brother, what are you doing? You are brought by the stinky blacksmith. If there is a problem, he will handle it. I can't accept this silver." Luo Dazhao shook his head and said.

"Oh, how can this be! I am doing the wrong thing, I will bear it!" The nightingale shook his head, this is his business, he can not let the blacksmith thunder.

"Okay, this is the case in our town. Luo Dazhen is relieved that he will fix it for you tomorrow." The blacksmith said with a smile.

"Looking at your attitude is good, you are not needed, it is really a day of worry." Luo Dazhao went home with a big wooden stick.

"This is what our town is like," the blacksmith said with a smile.

"Our village is similar to this place. When I was a child, I was mischievous. I was caught by the aunt in the village with a stick. It was a chicken-flying dog. I couldn’t catch up with it." The nightingale missed Zhuyuan Village a little.

"The adult left the material. He only ordered six spears. The rest of the material was a manual fee. I will sell you a few extra spears. You can pay for the material at will." Back to the blacksmith After the shop, the blacksmith said.

"I understand this." The nightingale took out five hundred and two gold tickets and handed it to the blacksmith. This is half of the gold ticket on his body.

The blacksmith took two, and the other ones were given back to the nightingale. "Although the material of this spear is more precious, it can't be built elsewhere, but it's okay to look at your contribution."

"Uncle, is this spear difficult to build?" The nightingale asked a little strangely.

"It’s not the uncle who boasted about you. This short spear is made by the spiral forging method. The material of a long spear is made into this spear, so the texture and hardness of the spear are relatively high. Uncle used to be in Beishan. The city's exclusive refining cabinet built weapons, but because of the age, the blood loss, the body is not good, this is back to home." The blacksmith took out a jar of wine and opened it, and poured a bowl for the nightingale.

"It turned out to be the case." The nightingale understood that the blacksmith was not a simple person, or else he would not create such a fierce spear.

The blacksmith went to the short spear and waved at the night. "Come, these six can't move, and leave me two treasures. These twelve are yours."

The nightingale hesitated, he couldn't get it, the two hundred and two gold tickets were the materials to compensate the custom, but the blacksmith can not be busy?

After thinking about the nightingale, I took out a bottle of blood Dan. "Uncle, I know what is wrong with taking the gold ticket, and you will not want it. This is a **** Dan, you can supplement your body and blood. Please accept it. "The nightingale handed the blood Dan to the blacksmith."

"Haha! You guys are interesting. Is this your strength to eat this thing? I have accepted this medicine. There is no exchange. I am building a weapon, I hope I can have the right owner." Uncle Blacksmith will Jingxue Dan put away and said with a smile.

The nightingale took the short spear into the storage ring.

"Come on." Uncle Blacksmith is very happy.

"What the uncle tasted the wine I brought?" The nightingale took out the green grass that Qing Ji gave him. It wasn't that he couldn't bear the blood of the blue blood.

"Haha! Good wine!" Drinking a bowl of herbs, the blacksmith is excited and grinning.

"Come on!" The nightingale poured a bowl on the blacksmith.

The half of the jar was brewed and the blacksmith was drunk.

Covering the half-altar wine, the nightingale got up and put the coat on one side to cover the blacksmith, took out a jar of grass and stuffed it on the table, then left ten pieces of the lower spirits on the side of the jar and left. He was afraid The person who customized the weapon was dissatisfied with the blacksmith, and he was afraid to leave the spar with trouble to the blacksmith.

Back at the Inn Nightingale, I wiped out the twelve spears. He really liked it. When he was hunting in Zhuyuan Village, he used to shoot black iron guns to shoot the monsters. Now there are twelve spears. He believes that there will be an improvement in his ability to fight.

Wiping the spear, the nightingale found that there was still a handwriting on the spear, and the name of the spear was also engraved in the handle position. He felt that the name really fits the spear.

The sky was slightly bright, and the nightingale drove Tian Yu away.

The blacksmith who woke up, stretched out a lazy waist, and his robes slipped, and he found himself sleeping all night.

"The very interesting little guy, the flying monster is not simple. It is cheaper to wear the twelve spears, but the wine is good wine." The blacksmith said to himself, and then saw the wine left by the nightingale. And spar.

The blacksmith took a deep breath and stood up as if he had changed someone.

"Smelly blacksmith, who was the kid yesterday?"

"Not a young man, wearing a spear is very suitable for him to use, gave him twelve, to taste this kid to leave the wine, very good." The blacksmith opened the half of the jar of grass, poured a bowl for Luo Dazhao .

"Damn bastard, we have to turn to a number of cities, you go to the refining cabinet to work, build weapons to raise materials, for a jar of wine, you give it?" Luo Dazhao took the wine bowl and smashed the blacksmith, then sip the wine Drink it.

"How good is the wine? People gave the gold ticket, left me a jar of wine, and gave me the medicine. After leaving, I left the spar, the kind child, I like it." Blacksmith Said with a smile.

"Really, he doesn't know how difficult it is to wear a spear. If it is an ordinary weapon, he will pay enough for it. Unfortunately, if you count it by value, he will not even compare it with the spear. On." Luo Dazhao shook his head and said.

"The six piercing spears are enough for us. Now there are roots. The rest will be sent to him, and everything will be used." The blacksmith said after killing a bowl of wine.

"The children, they left early. When did we leave here, it has been more than ten years, and we may have forgotten us outside," Luo said.

"Clean up, wait for the third child to come back, with this wearing a spear, we hunted that evil is no problem, we have waited too long for this day." The blacksmith said with a deep breath.

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Sitting cross-legged on the back of Tian Yu, the nightingale worked hard to cultivate Wan Dao Baodian and infuriating.

As for Tian Yu, there is no need to worry about the nightingale. Tian Yu is intelligent and will not lose his way.

"Tian Yu, we began to look for prey, and then camped to rest." Look at the night of the night, said to the feathers underneath.

Tian Yu can also hurry at night, but the nightingale is reluctant, he does not want Tian Yu too hard, still have to rest at night.

At the half-quarter hour, Tian Yu, who was flying at low altitude, found the prey. The size of a bucket was thick, and a giant cyan scale was placed on an old tree.

I took out a piercing spear, and when I waved my right hand, I shot it. He now wants to try the power of the day, understand the power, and be confident with the Golden Panther.

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Well, the third is coming, and the next step is to dig!