Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

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Like a ferocious vulture, the first choice to encounter things is the most intense means.

However, after three months of wading through the mountains and seeing so many magnificent scenery, and encountering so many people with stories, Li Yao’s heart has become unconsciously open.

Coupled with the massive memory fragments that have swallowed Ou Yezi, his temperament has become more mature. It is not like a 10-year-old impulsive teenager, but like an adult who has experienced a few years in society.

This is not to say that he gave up the principle of being a man, but he is no longer so sharp.

In the past, Li Yao was like a ferocious vulture; now, Li Yao is like an eagle who wants to fly.

Vulture - crouching in his heart.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past three months, Li Yao lightly dismantled the wooden cows and horses. Now these uncomplicated civilian usage treasures are simply simple in his hands, such as Kenting, and the head of a metal beast. The pile parts are reassembled after cleaning, rust removal, trimming and oiling.

“Hey! Hey!” The iron cow sang high songs.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The bronze goat that will woven himself will make a cheerful cry.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang! Wang Wang Wang Wang!" The tin horse wolf dog with one leg missing was replaced by Li Yao with a wheel instead of the hind legs. He ran around the children, shaking the hollow iron tail and making a "squeaky" sound.

"Wow……"

The villagers have never seen such awesome maintenance techniques. Compared with Li Yao, the two old-fashioned magic weapon repair technicians in the town are just as stupid as the shoes. Everyone in the village gathers in the sunbathing field, and is shocked by Li Yao’s electric light and flint. Have a mouth shut.

The repaired wooden cows ran to the owner. The host naturally smiles.

Other metal beasts can't be repaired because of excessive wear on key parts. The owner is a little frowning and unhappy.

Li Yao thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I will think of another way. Anyway, the civilian usage treasure, the requirements for the strength and precision of the components are very low, not as good as -"

He carefully searched for the unrepairable wooden bulls, and found a big iron bull that was really ruined and rusted into a shovel.

Li Yao broke it into parts. Explain to the villagers: "This big iron bull is really broken too much. There is no way to repair it. I will take it down and find some spare parts. Is it ok?"

"It doesn't matter, Master Xiao Li, this big iron cow has been so badly rusted. When the scrap iron is sold, no one wants it. You can do it. If you fix it, you have already repaired it so much, we are very satisfied. "The village chief smiled." A hammer is fixed.

Li Yao smiled slightly and placed an iron leg of the big iron cow on the iron felt and lifted the hammer high.

"Master Xiao Li is going to do it?"

“Do you want to make a piece of iron shovel and beat it into a part that can be used directly?”

"No, the gods can't do this kind of thing!"

The villagers talked a lot and were very curious. Even the wandering babies were caught in the middle of the legs by the adults, staring at Li Yao.

"Giggle!"

The whole village is silent. Only the old hens that were stocked on the side of the grain field could not understand the situation and still sang.

Li Yao took a deep breath. Ou Yezi's memory fragments are spinning wildly in the depths of the brain. The countless days and nights spent in the iron house of Bailianzong have turned into colorful and colorful brilliance, pouring into the limbs.

For a moment, Li Yao seemed to be attached to the spirit, and the stupid and thick black hammer in his hand actually sent out the sound of the dragon scorpion, which is like a flying sword. An invisible air ripple rippled like a dragonfly.

A few villagers in the vicinity felt a gust of wind blowing, their hair was blown up, and a baby cried "wow".

Just when the villagers blinked, Li Yao moved!

His right hand turned into a black shadow, and he took a circle in the air and squatted on the iron felt!

"Boom!"

A dazzling array of Mars broke out between the hammer and the iron felt, and the roar of the sound came with a lingering sound, like the ancient bell, which shook all the eardrums.

Many villagers could not help but hold their ears.

"Boom!"

The reverberation of the first impact has not been dissipated, and the hammer has once again turned into a black giant python, which has slammed into the iron felt from another incomparable angle, and once again issued a bell-like oscillation.

After the two shocks are in tandem, they overlap and overlap each other.

Even the strongest villagers couldn’t help but hold their ears, and all the children burst into tears.

"What happened? We haven't seen Ironing, how can we make such a big noise?"

"Wow, look, Master Xiao Li's speed is so fast, a hammer of several tens of pounds is like a chopstick in his hand!"

"Fast, too fast, I can't see clearly that he blew a few hammers and only saw the shadows!"

All the villagers screamed and screamed as they lick their ears and widened their eyes.

But no one heard the voices of others, everyone was immersed in the boundless shock.

If Li Yaozhen does not know.

He was neither affected by the deafening bombardment nor disturbed by the screams of bystanders.

Once in the working state, all his minds entered an ethereal realm of things and two forgotten.

His eyes seemed to be dignified, and he was always staring at the iron felt.

But look carefully, the deepest part of the pupil is filled with a touch of ethereal, as if his soul is not here, but in the 400 refinery before 40,000!

A hammer, a hammer, and a hammer, began to Li Yao and consciously control the movement. The "One Hundred and Eight Hand Cloaks and Hammers" method was displayed all the way.

However, as the progress of the production speeded up, his speed became faster and faster. The wielding of the hammer was no longer a conscious act, it became a natural breath, and later the arms were completely transformed into two black awns. The skull covered the entire iron felt, and everyone could only hear a series of impenetrable "squeaky" sounds, and could not see his movements at all.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

A bald hammer was thrown out, and the hammer turned into a reddish red, as if it had just been smelted at high temperatures. Exudes a scorching heat.

"Change the hammer!" Li Yao blinked and shouted.

Because of the numerous violent bombardments that occurred in a short period of time, the temperature of the hammer rose to a very high level and was unusable.

The villagers saw such awesome performances, all of them "ah". Surprised.

The blacksmith in the village handed in a new hammer, and Li Yao took a moment and slammed it out again!

In just half an hour, Li Yao changed a total of five hammers and finally -

"finished!"

Li Yao threw away the hot hammer, and licked his hands full of blood bubbles and trembling hands, and enjoyed his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The villagers swarmed and watched their eyes wide open. It was found that there were several different parts on the iron felt, and there were piles of parts on the ground!

A rusty iron bull was made into hundreds of magic weapons by Li Yao. This is the great skill of the iron refining of Bailianzong 40,000 years ago!

The blacksmith in the village held a magic weapon of measurement accuracy, and a red light was shot in the magic weapon. Every part was scanned in all directions.

"I really played it out! Although the accuracy is worse than the original one, it is completely acceptable on the civilian usage treasure!"

The old blacksmith with gray hair jumped up and stunned after reading the data on the measurement magic weapon.

For a time, a tsunami-like exclamation sound broke out in the crowd.

"Master Xiao Li is too great. How many hundred parts have been shot with a hammer?"

"Of course. Xiao Li is a college student!"

"What about college students, are we not a college student? Look at his bear!"

"How is that the same? Master Li is on a key university!"

In the cheers of the villagers. The village chief, Lao Tu, smiled and invited Li Yao into his own small courtyard.

"Master Xiao Li, thank you very much this time. You helped our village very busy!"

"The head of the village, I can repair the wooden cows that I can repair. I am going to start school. I am going to leave today to report to the Great War." Li Yao said with a smile.

"Well, going to school is a big deal. Let's wish you a good trip. Right, there is something here. If you don't care, take it!"

The village chief pulled out a rag from the bottom of the bed very hard. The things inside were very heavy, and the sound of rubbing with the concrete.

The village chief carefully uncovered the cloth bag, which was lying on a metal plaque with a very strange shape. The bottom was thin, the top was thick, and it extended to both ends. Some of them were like a natural hammer.

"Hey?" Li Yao’s eyes began to shine.

In the memory fragments of Ouyezi, the first contact was the "One Hundred and Eight Hand Cloaks."

In the hundreds of refining houses, the iron and steel were touched day and night.

It can be said that the hammer is one of the tools he is most familiar with.

This strange shape of the natural hammer, looks non-gold and non-ferrous, looks amazing, but has a strange magic, so that he can not bear to look away.

The village chief gasped, raised a psionic light, rushed to the iron, and smiled: "Look!"

Li Yao squinted and his eyes were blue.

This shovel was still black and ugly. When it touched the light source, the black surface glowed with a magnificent blue light. In the depths of the blue light, there seemed to be a flash of starburst, like a huge sapphire. The beauty is the ultimate and the heart is moving.

"Ying Xingyan?" Li Yao recognized it at a glance.

This kind of material is called Xing Xingyan. It is non-gold and non-ferrous. It has the characteristics of metal and rock. It is not the original thing in Tianyuanjie. It is a kind of iron outside the sky. The quantity is not very rare, but it is generally baby. A piece of fist size.

It is rare to see a large form of warhammer that has been condensed together.

The value of the comet rock is not too high, because the material is hard, but the conductivity of the psionic energy is too bad. It is difficult to refine it into various magic weapons, which is equivalent to a piece of scrap iron.

Unless you refine some magic weapons that are very special in use, they are not usually used.

However, such a large piece of comet rock, the market price of more than 100,000 is still necessary.

Li Yao’s eyes flashed, his breathing was a little short, and he was excited: “Chairman, what do you mean by this?” (Good activity in the sky, cool mobile phone waiting for you! Pay attention to the point / Chinese network public number (WeChat add friends - add public number - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public number!) (to be continued)

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