Dragon Inside

"Luo Mou, although not talented, but still slightly through the skills of Dan Dao, if you are really unwell, Luo may be able to take medicine to get rid of the disease."

Luo Yang faintly opened his mouth, did not stop at the foot, still stepped into the room.

This room is not big, full of various weapon sharp edges, but there are many hammer hammers scattered on the ground, a messy appearance.

After Luo Yang’s gaze swiftly swept through the room, he looked into the depths of the room. There was a small door, apparently the back of the room. The voice just now came out of the small door.

And as Luo Yang's voice fell, the whole room fell into a dead silence, as if the person who spoke just did not exist.

Luo Yang did not worry too much, sat down directly in a chair in the room, waiting quietly for a reply.

After a full half-column time, the deep prescription from the room was a loud cough. When the sound fell, an old figure was slowly coming out of the small door.

The old man's body is sturdy, his face is yellow and thin, and his eyes are even more turbid. The appearance of an old-fashioned dragon clock is not so much a blacksmith, but rather an old man who has stepped into the coffin.

"It must be the land mouse, the little boy is talking nonsense outside, the old man has been buried halfway through the neck, where can still replace the refining device, the evil immortal you run away, it is really the old man."

The old man stepped out of the room one by one, and when the turbid eyes looked at Luoyang, the old ground showed an apologetic look, and the voice was hoarse.

After listening to his words, Luo Yang's brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes fell on the old man, and when the red light in his eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth rose gently, revealing a sneer.

"Daoyou is not to look down on Luo, this is the reason for the congestion. With your half-step ancestor's cultivation, even if you live for a thousand years, I am afraid it is more than enough." Luo Yang's voice is indifferent, slow Said slowly.

Almost at the same time as the Luoyang voice fell, a strong breath suddenly broke out from the room, but disappeared instantly, leaving no trace.

"Cough cough... It seems that the old man has been in this small place for a long time, and his eyes are getting worse and worse. He did not think that there are such friends in the territory of this foreign country." The blacksmith’s mouth constantly coughed and turned toward Luo Yang said after a slight ritual.

"The Taoist friends don't have to worry about it. Luo is not specifically looking for friends. You don't have any grievances with your friends. The reason why you come here is just to build some weapons." Luo Yang seems to have guessed. The cold blacksmith thought, faintly said.

"It is not an easy task to build a magic weapon with the cultivation of Taoist friends. Why do you want to go there?" For Luoyang, the cold blacksmith did not believe it, but instead shook his head and retorted.

"If it is a general magic weapon, Luo Mou naturally can refine himself, but Luo needs to refine it. It is a set of swords. For these combination swords, it will take nine hundred and ninety-one."

When Luo Yang spoke, the right hand was a wave, and a piece of paper with a sketch of Feijian immediately flew out and floated to the eyes of the blacksmith.

The sketch on this piece of paper is drawn by Luo Yang according to the Qinglian sword array left by Yan Jianzu. Although the size and other requirements are detailed, the specific method of use is not revealed.

After seeing the sketch, the look of the face of the blacksmith was also loose. Although it was still secretly vigilant, there was no original hostility.

"In this case, the old man will be relieved, but the old man's rules can't be changed. If the materials that the Taoist friends can't make the old man tempted, then the Taoist friend can only ask Gaoming." When the blacksmith’s voice fell, Luo Yang laughed directly.

"This is a reassuring friend. If the material is not a good thing, how can Luo Mou use it to refine the magic weapon." Luo Yang smiled and said, suddenly asked.

"I don't know if the friend can see the fire of the half-step ancestor level?"

Although Luo Yang’s voice was light, he could fall into the ear of the blacksmith, but it made him look pale and his face was shocked.

"Half-step ancestral fire? Is it your friend... impossible! It is absolutely impossible! Even if it is a ancestor, it is not easy to kill a fire, how can you possibly." The cold ironsmith shook his head. Said in a continuous voice.

After hearing his words, Luo Yang did not argue. When the right hand swung from his waist, a huge incomparable fire corpse flew out instantly. When he fell into the room, he filled the whole room directly.

"This...this is..."

Looking at the fire corpse taken out by Luo Yang, the cold blacksmith couldn't help but **** up the cold air, and the turbid eyes were also bursting out like never before!

"How? Do you still be tempted by this friend?" Luo Yang's face showed a smile and smiled, not too slow to say.

"The old man has no eyes, but also asks the Taoist friends for forgiveness. I hope that the Taoist friends will not let the oldest swearers, so that the old man can refine these flying swords. If the Taoist friend promises, the old man will certainly not let the Taoist friends down!"

The cold blacksmith, as the land mouse said, was a person who was extremely obsessed with the refining device. After seeing the corpse of the fire, he immediately moved the refining mind and bowed to Luo Yang, and his face showed a pleading look. .

"There is a friend of the road. I don't know how long it takes for the friend to refine." Luo Yang did not hesitate. After directly agreeing, he asked quietly.

"One month, one month later will succeed!" It seems that I am afraid that Luoyang will repent, and the cold blacksmith quickly said.

"In this case, after a month, Luo Mou came back to take it. This medicinal medicine is a deposit, and please ask your friends not to quit."

When Luo Yang got up, he put down a white medicinal medicine on the table. It was the Tiantian who could heal the life and increase his life.

After hearing the words of Luo Yang, the cold blacksmith was originally prepared to postpone it, but when he saw the Tiantian on the table, the old ground was full of shock.

"Eight... Eighty-eight percent of the effective effect of Tiandan?!"

Even if it is for his half-step ancestor's cultivation, the 80%-enhanced Tiantian Dan still has great utility. Even after taking it, it is not known that he can really remove his internal injuries!

Therefore, after seeing the Tiantian, he couldn’t help but swallow it back. He quickly took the Tiantian’s income into his arms and looked up again. There was no Luoyang figure in the room... ...