Lord of Puluo

The Tang knife cut off the flower's neck, and the flower bones fell to the ground. ♤

Meng Linghua was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of her technique.

Freed from the shackles of the dream cultivation technique, Li Banfeng woke up easily at this time.

The wine gourd sprayed a sip of wine on Li Banfeng's face. Stimulated by the hot wine, Li Banfeng regained consciousness.

"Master, you are finally awake." Tang Dao was pleasantly surprised.

While Tang Dao looked at Li Banfeng, a stamen emerged from the petals, trying to get into the ground.

Tang Dao suddenly rose up and cut the flower stamen into two pieces.

Do you think Tang Dao will be distracted if he talks to Li Banfeng?

Thinking too much.

Even if Tang Dao is competing with Li Banfeng, Tang Dao can still kill Meng Linghua as long as she dares to escape.

The lower half of the stamens can no longer move, and the upper half of the stamens are still struggling.

Li Banfeng held the upper half of the stamen in his hand, and the stamen shouted in a hissing voice: "Spare my life, I know I was wrong, spare your life!"

Li Banfeng wanted to squeeze Meng Linghua to death, but suddenly he remembered something.

The folding fan was re-refined by Honglian, but it still lacks some spirituality.

Li Banfeng asked the gourd: "Is this flower spiritual enough?"

Gourd thought for a moment and said: "The Mengling flower is considered a rare thing, and it is naturally spiritual. However, it is best to let Big Sister handle this thing first."

When she said big sister, she meant the record player.

The record player has been sleeping for so many days, and it's almost time to wake up. How about trying some engine oil tonight?

Li Banfeng was about to take Hua Rui into his home, when he heard Hua Rui cry: "Grandpa, I only have this half of my body. I will die if I can't live for more than half a day.

You are a kind-hearted person. Please be merciful and take the rest of my body with you. From now on, I will serve you every day. I will do whatever you ask me to do! "

Li Banfeng is really soft-hearted. Seeing such special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't throw them away, just in case these things can make elixirs.

He took the entire Mengling flower into his home, and the Mengling flower was grateful.

Pendulum sneered secretly: "Wouldn't it be nice for this stupid woman to die happily? By the time the eldest lady wakes up, it will be too late for you to die."

Sure enough, the record player woke up.

I didn't wake up from sleep, I was woken up by Mengling Flower.

When they first entered the residence, Meng Linghua was quite well-behaved, staying in the vase and not daring to say a word.

After Li Banfeng left, all the magic weapons also followed, and Meng Linghua couldn't help but sing.

This is her nature and she cannot control it.

When he was alive, he had to go on stage even if he was seriously ill.

He died on the stage and wandered around the dance floor for another seven days.

After seven days, instead of reincarnating, he ran to the new land, turned into a Mengling flower, and continued singing.

Over the years, countless creatures, including passers-by, have been sung to death by her.

After these people listened to her music, they stayed where they were, listening to it for three days and three nights, until their bones were broken, and they would eventually turn into a leaf on her body.

This Mengling flower is dressed in evening clothes because of the accumulation of these listeners.

But today she chose the wrong audience.

Hong Lian disliked her for being a loser and wanted to take her in for a long time, but Chong Kui was refining, so Hong Lian didn't take action for the time being.

Besides, Hong Lian doesn’t eat raw food, so even if Meng Linghua’s form is destroyed, her soul cannot be destroyed.

But if you wake up the record player, things will get serious.

"You damn cheap hooves, you sang so unpleasantly, and you kept howling all the time!" Three needles pierced the petals at the same time, eating up the singer's soul amidst the wailing sound.

The soul was eaten up, but the lady kept the spirit.

Only the spiritual Menglinghua was left. She had lost most of her memory and only remembered some lyrics. She stood by the bed and continued to sing.

The lady blew out a puff of steam and blocked the singer's mouth: "My ears are dirty when I hear you hum."

Honglian sneered: "Wicked woman, where did you get your ears?"

The record player shouted: "Bitch, eat that insect head quickly, I'm still waiting for you to practice the magic weapon!"

In the evening, Li Banfeng came back and discussed refining the treasure with the record player.

The lady said: "Mengxiu is good at sneak attacks, and Dexiu is good at maneuvering. Using Mengxiu's spirituality and Dexiu's muscles, we can indeed refine a good treasure that is both offensive and defensive.

But the quality of this baby depends on the skills of Miss Honglian. My husband, please think of a name for this baby first. "

"Meng Xiu plus De Xiu," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Meng De!"

The record player exclaimed: "My husband is a good name!"

Tang Dao snorted coldly: "It turns out that the master also has nice names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Dao: "Isn't the name Er Dao good-looking?"

While talking, Meng Linghua, who was standing beside the bed, started singing again.

Li Banfeng asked in surprise: "Didn't her soul be eaten by the lady? Why does she still love to sing so much?"

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey husband, my soul is gone, but my spirit is still there. This bitch loves to sing. It's just natural."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "It seems that refining the magic weapon has nothing to do with whether you eat the soul or not."

"Hey, sir, what you said is wrong. If you don't eat this bitch's soul, this bitch can't forget his identity. The magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine, and it will be difficult to control it after it is refined..."

The lady explained.

To put it bluntly, eating the soul is to eat the other person's self-awareness.

Take Meng Linghua as an example. If she is allowed to retain her self-awareness, she cannot be redefined.

She will not be a loyal minister like Tang Dao, nor will she be a confidante like Gourd.

She is still the same singer, the singer who would rather die than leave the stage. In this case, even if the magic weapon is made, there will still be many thorny problems.

Keeping only spirituality is the best way to retain the combat power of a magic weapon and ensure its execution. Of course, spirituality will also bring problems. The lady has said before that all magic weapons have their own cost, and this is a price that must be borne.

The Bronze Lotus is still working hard on the leader of the insects. It is temporarily unable to refine the magic weapon, and the record player has no choice but to endure Meng Linghua's singing.

"This hoof loves to sing so much that it can't stop it from being blocked. It's okay if you sing more nicely. This sound is like tearing off a footcloth, and you have the nerve to show it off."

Meng Linghua stopped singing, looked straight at the record player, and replied: "Do you sing well? If you have the ability, sing a piece!"

The bloody pendulum said angrily: "You are so brave!"

The record player was not angry. She blew out a ball of steam, wrapped it around the Mengling flower, and sang slowly: "You are still not convinced that you can't sing. Today I will teach you a few words. Listen carefully.

Winter comes and there is a lot of snow,

Hanyi is ready to send to your lover,

Hidden in the beauty's house,

Add another room for my husband! "

"Wait a minute!" Li Banfeng stood up immediately, "Madam, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, wait a minute, slow down!"

"Song of the Four Seasons"!

"Song of the Four Seasons" is not something you sing casually.

This is for promotion.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a hunch. My wife had eaten so much good food recently and seemed to be in pretty good condition. It was a natural thing to take Li Banfeng up to the fourth floor.

It was this process that caught Li Banfeng off guard. A burst of steam swept over and sucked Li Banfeng directly into the mouth of the horn.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng broke free from the horn. His hair, beard, and eyelashes were all permed into big waves.

The record player looked at Meng Linghua: "Have you learned it?"

Meng Linghua didn't dare to say anything.

She was ashamed.

In front of the record player, she really couldn't sing well.

Li Banfeng wiped the water off his face, sat next to his wife, and asked: "Madam, don't worry about her for now. Let's talk about these four levels of skills."

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey, Mr. Xiang, the fourth-level technique of home repairmen is called Golden House Cangjiao. This is also a skill common to home repairmen all over the world.

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This technique is difficult, surprisingly difficult, and you need to spend some time and effort to learn it. "

The golden house hides the beauty.

Li Banfeng smiled. He put his hand under the stylus holder and scratched it: "Madam, the beauty hidden in the golden house is you, isn't it?"

"Hey! Hey! My husband, please don't scratch me. I'm ticklish. I can't bear it anymore."

It's no longer possible. Xiaocha is angry. My husband, please spare the slave. "

"Laugh! I'm going to make you laugh! I'll be promoted when I'm told, and I won't even say hello. I'll see if you can laugh or not!"

"I won't put oil on the engine for you, and I won't let you scratch the squeaky holes.

Xiaonu knows that he is wrong. Is it okay to know that he is wrong? Sir, please don't play around, I'm really out of breath..."

Whoosh, whoosh, the whole room is filled with steam.

Gourd was very envious and other magic weapons did not dare to say anything. Honglian gave them two clear dewdrops.

The record player calmed down for a moment and said: "The little slave will give the principles of the technique to the husband first. Can the husband get some clay? If there is no clay, flour will do."

Flour is definitely hard to find.

Li Banfeng remembered encountering some clay on the way.

He went out, and within a quarter of an hour, he came back with a bag of clay on his shoulders. The traveler's pace was so fast.

The lady brought an iron basin, added water, and asked Li Banfeng to mix the clay.

"Hey, sir, use this clay to make a beauty. The more beautiful the better."

beauty?

What kind of beauty can be made out of clay?

You can’t just look at the shape, but also the artistic conception.

Li Banfeng thought about it carefully, grabbed a ball of clay, and shaped a big ball.

He grabbed another ball of clay and shaped a small ball.

He grabbed another ball of clay and rolled out four long strips.

The small round ball serves as the head.

The big round ball serves as the body.

The four long strips serve as hands and feet.

The Nendoroid is ready.

After watching the record player for a while, he asked Li Banfeng: "Ms. sir, do you call this a beauty?"

Li Banfeng took some rouge and painted red lips on the clay figurine.

"Madam, aren't you beautiful enough this time?"

The lady sighed softly: "My husband is really not serious. The technique of hiding beauty in a golden house must pay attention to beauty. The objects made must be stunningly beautiful. The more handsome the appearance, the stronger the combat power."

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figurine in his hand and said, "Is this thing still capable of fighting?"

The jukebox nodded and said: "Once a house cultivator goes out, he won't be able to take advantage of other sects. He only relies on the fourth level of skills to increase his combat power.

The husband concentrated his thoughts and gave the clay figure a drop of blood. "

Li Banfeng took an awl, pricked his fingertip, and dropped a drop of blood on the clay figure.

"Ms. sir, concentrate your thoughts and look at this clay figurine!"

Li Banfeng stared at the clay figurine for nearly ten minutes before the clay figurine slowly stood up.

Success! Can move!

Li Banfeng was very surprised.

The record player praised: "My husband is so talented, take this clay figurine out to try his skills."

Li Banfeng led the clay figure out of the gate, and saw a rabbit foraging in the wilderness.

Li Banfeng gave the order to the clay figurine: "Go and catch that rabbit for me."

When testing techniques for the first time, you should not choose a target that is too difficult. The important thing is to cultivate your own confidence and establish a tacit understanding with the clay figurine.

The clay man received the order, stepped forward step by step, and began to chase the rabbit.

His speed seemed to be a bit slower. It was impossible to catch up with the rabbit. There was still hope of catching up with the earthworm in front of him.

Even chasing earthworms!

I met a stone on the road.

The clay figure stumbled.

The clay man dropped his head.

Then……

There's no after that.

Half an hour passed and the clay figure never moved again.

Li Banfeng picked up the clay figurine and took it back with him: "Madam, this thing is not very useful."

Tsk!

"Hey sir, didn't I say that I must make a beautiful girl? The more beautiful the girl is, the stronger her fighting power will be."

"This is a clay sculpture, how can I make this..." Li Banfeng scratched his scalp, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Clay sculpture is indeed a bit difficult. Sir, how are your painting skills?"

"Painter? Just painting? I can still do this."

"My husband can paint a picture of a beautiful woman, but the beauty in this painting has to be somewhat compromised in terms of combat power."

Even if you discount it, it is much better than this useless clay figurine.

Li Banfeng took a pen and paper and carefully drew a picture of a beauty.

First draw a small circle and make the head.

Draw another big circle and make the body.

Draw four more sticks to make the limbs.

After seeing it, the lady asked again: "Mr. sir, do you call this a beauty? I can't even tell it's a woman."

Can't you tell it's a woman?

Can't?

Li Banfeng drew some more long hair for "Beauty".

The lady looked at it for a moment, and the three speakers started to smoke together: "Hey, madman, find a three-year-old kid who can draw better than this!"

…

In the early morning, Centipede's mother walked out of the field in despair.

She didn't look at the wild boar next to the plot and walked straight into the depths of the jungle.

Centipede Girl was waiting halfway, looking at her mother fiercely.

Centipede Niang lowered her head and said: "My daughter, listen to Wei Niang, things are not what you think. Wei Niang is not the kind of person you thought. Wei Niang fell into her tricks..."

"Shut up! You're still talking nonsense!" Centipede Girl shouted angrily, "Just think about how many tricks you have played with him? Look at where you will show your old face in the future? Look at us two How can we live on this land!"

"Move," Centipede Girl sobbed, "We can't stay in this place anymore."

Centipede mother and daughter left.

Ma Wu supported his body with difficulty, looked at the wild boar outside the plot, and shouted: "Are you coming?"

The wild boar trembled, and after a long silence, his eyes changed.

He turned his head and walked deeper into the jungle.

He was relieved.

The forest is very nice. There are deer and sheep to eat. If you have eaten enough meat, you can also eat some vegetarian food.

After eating, you can take a nap, and when you wake up, you can find a big tree to rub against and itch.

Isn't it a good day like this?

You can take your time when it comes to spiritual practice.

Don't ruin yourself because of this little cultivation.

…

The boar is gone.

Ma Wu let out a sigh of relief.

The talent given to him by Feng Daiku is only useful for women.

This wild boar is male.

If it really rushes in, Ma Wu can only join forces with Xiao Genzi and fight it desperately.

…

The story about Centipede and her daughter has spread within a hundred miles.

No stranger wants to come to this place.

The God of the Earth hovered over the land, looked down at Ma Wu, gritted his teeth and said: "This one is even more shameless! Even more shameless than the previous one!"

An eagle flew to the Earth God and whispered in a low voice: "There is a wandering monster on the Earth."

The Earth God frowned slightly: "What's weird?"

"It's a moth."

The Earth God smiled: "Bring her here."

The wandering monster is here, she came on her own, you can’t blame me for making things difficult for you!

Young man, if you care about your life, get out of here!

PS: Madam Demi-Moth is not just one person, but a type of anomalous monster. I have mentioned it in the previous article, and the origin and background will also be introduced in the following article.

For Ma Wu, the biggest exam school is coming.