Live broadcast of cultivating immortality: People around the world help me make a fortune

Attaching the flying needle again, Ye Lang took a flying needle again.

This time, all the six faces that Ye Lang drew for the flying needle were flying spirit patterns.

After the flying spirit pattern was drawn, the flying needle turned light cyan, and the cyan color was ethereal like smoke, like a dream, and looked very fairy.

[Is this still made of animal bones? How does it feel like it is made of jade?] 】

【The color of the flying needle is not rigid at all, as if it is covered with a layer of blue smoke, flowing slowly.】 】

【Too immortal, anchor please, put it on the shelf.] 】

【So good-looking, it's not good to call it flying needle again, it's better to call it flying fairy needle, how?】【

Flying fairy outside the sky, green as smoke. It's called Azure Flying Immortal Needle. Ye

Lang couldn't put down and played with the flying needle for a while, looked at the barrage, saw the name that everyone gave the flying needle, and replied: "Just call it the flying fairy needle, the name is simple and easy to remember and good."

"I'll try the power of the Flying Immortal Needle first.

Ye Lang stood up, moved his lower muscles, picked up the flashlight in his left hand, shone it towards the opposite stone door, held the flying fairy needle in his right hand, and held his breath.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was also reduced by half, and the audience was also staring nervously at the barrage.

Don't want to miss this.

Suddenly, the camera seemed to flash with something.

Then, a dinging sound came out.

They heard Ye Lang say: "A magic weapon is a magic weapon, and its power is really powerful." "

Ah, is this the end?

] [What just happened, why is my mind in a mess.]

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My life is without regrets, it is my blind youth. [

It's so fast, it seems to be faster than a bullet.]

Ye Lang walked to the stone gate and took a flashlight to shine on the flying immortal needle tightly nailed to the stone door.

At this time, the Flying Immortal Needle had already entered the stone door more than halfway, and the stone slab near the Flying Immortal Needle cracked one crisscrossing crack after another.

The widest cracks were as thick as a large embroidery needle, and the cracks spread to the edge of the slate.

"It's just a first-level magic weapon, why is it so powerful?" Ye

Lang looked at the Flying Immortal Needle in disbelief.

His understanding of magic weapons is not very deep, but he also knows that first-level magic weapons are by no means so powerful.

The system said: "Host, I told you earlier about the magic weapon enchantment, it is definitely worth the money, that is the magic weapon enchantment technique that has long been lost in ancient times, which is comparable to the current alchemy art."

"If that's the case..." Ye Lang frowned slightly, half happy and half depressed in his heart, "If my magic weapon power is several times greater than the current magic weapon power, although it can be sold at a good price, but it is too eye-catching, maybe it will provoke the covetousness of others."

"No, I have to think of a way to reduce the power of the magic weapon." "

When others make magic weapons, they will try their best to increase the power of magic weapons, but only Ye Lang will try his best to reduce the power of magic weapons.

Ye Lang thought about it for a while, and felt that he could draw only one spirit pattern, and he also needed to install spirit stones as a cover, so as to avoid being coveted.

After making up his mind, Ye Lang was ready to keep all these weapons for his own use and not sell them.

Ye Lang retrieved the Flying Immortal Needle and continued refining the next Flying Immortal Needle.

By the time all twelve flying needles were used, three days had passed.

Ye Lang made another deal with the other side of the earth, and this time, he demanded that all the beast bones be ground into flying needles.

Three days later, Ye Lang received bone needles, a box full of flying needles, which was not packed in a box.

Ye Lang began to engrave the invisible spirit pattern with the flying needle, and after the invisible spirit pattern on three sides was drawn, he began to draw the flying spirit pattern.

The flying spirit pattern has not yet been drawn, and the first flying needle has been scrapped.

Ye Lang threw away the flying needle and continued to draw the second one, and before he knew it, a box of flying needles had already been scrapped by most of it.

There were many flying needles wasted, and Ye Lang did not find nothing.

In this exhaustion, repair, exhaustion, repair ... During the cycle, Ye Lang's soul needle enlarged again.

Ye Lang portrayed needle spirit patterns, and needles = more and more handy, and gradually mastered some skills.

Taking the take-off needle again, Ye Lang had a hunch that this time, he would definitely succeed.

Sure enough, this time the depiction of the spirit pattern was like heavenly help, Ye Lang finished carving the spirit pattern in one breath, the flying immortal needle disappeared in his hand, and the next moment appeared in his palm.

'Good, good, show it to the fellow earthlings.'

Ye Lang said to himself.

Just as he was about to open the live broadcast room.

The system reminded: "Quickly pack up, Meng Xin is coming to pick you up."

"I went, and she finally remembered me. Ye Lang rolled over and quickly put away all the flying needles on the ground.

Then, Ye Lang sat cross-kneeled on the ground and put on a cultivation look.

After a while, the stone door, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened.

Ye Lang opened his eyes sharply and complained: "I said Sister Meng, it's not easy, you finally remember me... Belch...... Be...... It's a fairy.

"Hey..." Ye Lang waved his hand and greeted awkwardly, "Fairy is good, in the lower Ye Lang, I don't know what to call the fairy." Ye

Lang's eyes were completely unfamiliar except for a little embarrassment, and it seemed that he had completely forgotten him.

And at this time, Ye Lang was complaining to the system in his heart: "How can it be Meng Yao, it's so embarrassing, fortunately, I reacted quickly, pretending not to know her, otherwise I was detected by her, the little life is definitely over, Meng Xin is really a pit, almost pit me." "

The system is silent.

Meng Yao indifferently withdrew his gaze, and did not answer Ye Lang's words, leaving only one sentence: "Return to the sect by yourself."

Then, Meng Yao turned around and left the stone room.

Ye Lang left the stone room after Meng Yao, and as soon as he stepped out of the stone door, he found that Meng Yao had long disappeared.

Where did Sister Meng Xin find the fairy, it's strange.

Ye Lang muttered, looked around, did not see anyone, and the stone door closed again.

He could only enter the forest alone.

Without Meng Xin to guide him, Ye Lang walked very cautiously in the forest, always cheering up, listening to the movements around him, and occasionally looking up at the surrounding woods.

Therefore, Ye Lang's speed was very slow and slow, so slow that Meng Yao, who was guarding nearby, lost patience.

Meng Yao waited for a while, saw that he was moving really slowly, and turned away.

The system reminded: "Meng Yao is gone.

"Finally gone. Ye Lang breathed a slight sigh of relief, and he didn't know what was wrong with that Meng Yao, pretending not to know him on his face, and kept looking at him behind his back.

Ye Lang knew that he was not so attractive, and the only reason why he made a Jin Dan cultivator worry was probably to let him be a shield.

There were so many cultivators in the sect, why did Meng Yao take a fancy to him alone?

Ye Lang thought carefully and analyzed three reasons.

First, the disciples with high cultivation are the mainstays of the sect, and they cannot be easily abandoned, Meng Yao is naturally reluctant to use them as a pretense, and he is just a five-spirit root servant, and if he dies, he will die, which is not a pity.

Second, among the miscellaneous servants, the one who looks the best is him, Meng Yao looks at him, and he also talks about the past.

Third, Meng Yao still suspected that the matter of the Flame Valley was related to him, so he wanted to use this to get rid of him. It's a double win.

Ye Lang analyzed and analyzed, never thinking that this was just an oolong.

The so-called Meng Yao wanted to find him as a shield