Lord of the Magical Beasts

After standing up and trying to get his hands, Yang Ling found that strength and witch power went one step further and had an amazing explosive power. Suddenly under the acceleration, the speed is comparable to that of the unbeatable horn bee, and the elves are amazed.

Look at the evolution of the fist-sized horn bee beast, carefully understand the changes in the body of the witch, Yang Ling could not help but sigh the elf's life spring fruit is a good baby, much more than swallowing a few World of Warcraft blood beads.

"How can we let this ancient summoner stay for a long time to help out?" Now the human slaves are becoming more and more mad, and the beautiful people are often their primary goal, and the elders are worried.

Just as the elder elders tried to make a good decision, an elf with a long red sandalwood rushed in. "Elders, the dwarf tribe came with a lot of weapons!"

"Okay, great, please!"

The voice of the elders did not fall, and there was a noise outside. "Elders, thirsty, take a few altars!"

After throwing the parcel on the back to the ground, a black-faced dwarf who was not as tall as Yang Ling’s chest swayed in and swayed in, sitting on a pale green bamboo chair.

Although the body is not tall, but the muscles of the black-faced dwarf are extremely developed, the arm is thicker than the long-legged beauty Sophia's thigh. Lying on the bamboo chair is still uneasy, constantly moving the watermelon-like big buttocks, pressing the bamboo chair to squeak, so that Yang Ling has to worry about whether the bamboo chair will be crushed into pieces next time.

"Sofia, pity me and the tribes have gone through the mountain road for a whole day, you can't enjoy two glasses of rum moisturizing throat?" The dwarf pretended to look at Sophia poorly. "It's not good, a cup is OK, I am a whole." I don’t know the taste of wine. God, I am too poor!"

"Well, Rumi, you alcoholic, knowing to drink all day long, carefully drank your tongue!" Speaking, Sophia poured a glass of rum for the dwarf, and then poured Yangling. Filled with a cup.

After drinking the rum, I saw a full glass of wine in front of Yang Ling. The dwarf didn't do it. "Sophia, it's not fair! Give your big lover a big glass of wine, but I only have a little bit of it. Even the throat is not enough, come again!"

Big lover?

Listening to the dwarf Rumi, Sophia couldn't help but be ashamed and angry, and twisted away after Rumi's dirty ears. When I left the door, I quietly looked back at Yang Ling, who had nothing to do with her face.

"Come, Rumi brothers, I invite you to have a drink!"

Seeing the dwarf put the jug upside down, and hard to drink the last drop of wine, Yang Ling smiled and handed the rum in front of him.

The dwarf is also welcome, and the pigs eat the ginseng fruit and drink a large glass of rum. After playing a wine cellar, he gave Yang Ling a thumbs up. "Brother, good, I will invite you to drink, drink in large barrels!"

"You kid, still the same. Rumi, what your father brought you with this time, come open and see!" See the dwarf alcohol addiction, nonsense, elf elders smiled kindly.

After the pat on the head, the dwarf finally remembered the business, and loudly told the people to open all the packages and let the elders look over.

Yang Ling probably looked at it. Except for a small number of swords, most of them were iron armor and bows.

I reached for a long sword and tried it. Yang Ling felt that the weight was a little lighter. With a slap in the air, ‘嚓’ slammed a thick, thin branch of the bowl, and the fracture was smooth, and it looked quite sharp. Stretched his hand on the long sword and listened to the crisp sound of '叮,叮', knowing that the hardness and toughness of the long sword are not bad, at least better than the kitchen knife that cuts the meat.

Yang Ling studied electronics, but was arranged by the school to work in the hardware factory. The ghost knows what the old antiques of the school think. However, after more than a month of internship, nothing else can at least distinguish the hardness and toughness of the steel. I did not expect to encounter this quality of steel on this primitive continent, and I was interested in the dwarf's iron ore and refining methods.

"Brother, if you look at which weapon you take, go back and ask me to drink a few cups!" Dwarf Rumi generously patted Yang Ling's shoulder, and the black paw left a vivid mark on Yang Ling's white coat. . However, if he knows that Yang Ling has compared his hard-working weapons with the kitchen knife that costs ten yuan on the roadside, he may be mad at the blood.

After the harassment of Rumi disappeared without warning, Yang Ling gently bounced on the sword. "How many iron ore do you have, sell some of it to me, how?"

Through the memory of the Horned Bee, Yang Ling understands that these iron ore can serve as their ration. The horn bee's teeth are very sharp, not to mention the stones, even the iron can be broken, and their scales will be harder after swallowing various metals.

Although I don’t understand how I came to this forest inexplicably, Yang Ling understands that if I want to live in this virgin forest of the jungle, in addition to taking the time to cultivate mysterious witches, the domesticated Hornbee is the biggest reliance of her own. Their ability is to strengthen their own living costs.

"What, you only need iron ore?" The dwarf screamed, many people rushed to buy their own tribal weapons, but bought iron ore directly, he heard for the first time, "Brother, you will not hold iron Is the ore on the battlefield, like a cave giant, specializing in the city wall?"

Staring at Yang Ling for a long time, seeing him not like a joke, Rumi could not help but frown ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Not that he does not want to sell iron ore, but he really does not know what price to open. The price is high, I am embarrassed to open, after all, the other party seems to be very familiar with Sophia, do not look at the face of the Buddha; the price is low, and it is not good to tell the family after going back.

Seeing Rumi’s dilemma, Yang Ling has figured out what happened in a few words. After a mysterious smile, I found out more than twenty pieces of Warcraft crystal nucleus from these days. “This is a deposit, of course, if you are willing After a while, I can also exchange wine with you!"

The resources of this forest are too rich, the clear and sweet mountain spring water, the bright sunshine, the absolutely green natural food ....., the conditions are unique. Perhaps it is a good idea to open a winery here. If you don't say anything, the clear spring water is much stronger than any brand-name mineral water on the earth.

After a few good words, with the support of the elder elders, Yang Ling exchanged twenty-five crystal nucleuses and dozens of altars for two thousand cubic meters of high-quality iron ore. Even if you don’t go hunting, it’s enough for a big bee army to fight for half a month.

Born to be rich is expensive, this is the judgment of everyone on the life of Yang Ling.

Seeing a large number of weapons created by the mountain dwarves, the average person gets a satisfaction, and Yang Ling actually only needs a lot of iron ore. Either he is a madman, or he is an all-powerful aristocrat, and he does not see ordinary weapons at all.

In addition, a low-level Warcraft crystal core at least dozens of amethyst coins, enough for ordinary five-family family to live for several years, and Yang Ling actually shot twenty-five crystal nucleus. In addition to the human aristocrats from the capital and other places, who is so discouraged?