Painting of the Nine Immortals

Above the peak of ten thousand feet, Ling Xian stood against her hand, dancing lightly in white, exuding dust.

Although his eyes were awkward, his breath was smooth and long, apparently he had recovered to his peak state.

"Sir." The head of the Baihu tribe descended and saluted at Ling Xian.

"No need to be polite." Ling Xian smiled lightly, "The demon star has returned to peace."

"Mr. Lai."

The Baihu tribe smiled and said, "Now the creatures of the demon star know, it is sir that you have managed to turn the tide and save the demon star."

"Can't do without the propaganda of the seven royal families?" Ling Xian shook her head and smirked, knowing that it must be the seven royal families who preached his deeds.

"Mr. saving the demon star with his own power is worthy of publicity."

The Lord of the White Tigers laughed: "Moreover, the seven royal families also plan to build a statue for you, Mr. Wang, for the world to admire."

"You don't need to build a statue." Ling Xian shook her head with a smile.

"This is not only the idea of ​​the seven royal families, but also the wish of the world."

"Mr. is the hero who saved the demon star. He should build a statue and spread it to the times." The Baihu tribe laughed.

"Don't forget, I'm human."

"It's not right to build my statue on the demon star." Ling Xianwan'er, throughout Qing history, there has never been a statue of a human race on the demon star.

"It was indeed wrong before, but if it wasn't for the sir, the demon star has been destroyed, who can have an opinion?"

The Lord of the White Tigers smiled and said, "Sir, don't quit, the seven royal families are already building your statue."

"Also, you guys." Ling Xian smiled lightly, "Is there any news about the lack of grass?"

Hearing that the Lord of the White Tigers was a little embarrassed and said, "This ..."

"No news ..." Ling Xian sighed gently, no accident.

Judging by the degree of rarity, the deficient grass is not inferior to the immortal elixir. Looking at the whole demon star, it may not be possible to have one.

"Mr. rest assured, no matter what, I will find the lack of grass for you."

"hope so."

Ling Xian sighed, if it was just blindness, but his eyes were gone, and he could no longer use the world.

This was intolerable to him, so it was necessary to find a fill grass.

"Mr. take a good rest, I will leave first." The head of the Baihu tribe clenched his fists.

"Wait a minute."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Don't you want the Supreme Soldier?"

"Mr. has done enough for my Baihu tribe." The head of the Baihu tribe shook his head. Although he wanted it, he couldn't bear to ask Lingxian to do anything more.

"Do you want me to break my word?"

Ling Xian smiled mildly and said, "Give me the magical materials. Three days later, you come here to take the Supreme Soldier."

"Thank you, Mr." The head of the Baihu tribe did not pretend, and took out the already-prepared materials.

The aura of light flashed and dazzled. Nearly three hundred kinds of magical materials were suspended in the air. Without exception, they were all valuable.

"It's enough for more than one hundred. Take back the rest." Ling Xian chuckled. He can also use the three hundred kinds of **** materials to make the Supreme Soldier, but the possibility of failure is relatively large. Refined.

"The rest is the reward for Mr."

The owner of the Baihu tribe laughed: "I know that my husband does not ask for anything in return, but I can't let you go for nothing."

"I'm welcome."

Ling Xian was unpretentious, and said, "You leave first, and take the Supreme Soldier three days later."

Hearing that the Lord of the White Tigers arched his hand towards him and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Ling Xian took out Qian Kun Ding, and then threw more than a hundred gods into the Ding furnace.

Although he can't see with his eyes, his perception is still there. Therefore, the gods he chooses do not exist.

"Practice a Fangtian painting halberd, with the character of the Lord of the White Tigers, I would like it very much."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, then calmed down and melted the magic.

With a successful refining, re-refining was much simpler. It took him only two hours to refine the prototype of Fangtian Huaji.

Divine light is shining through the sky, and fierce regrets the world, Fang Tianhua's halberd floats in mid-air, just like the immortal king soldier, shaking the heavens and earth.

This shocked everyone in the Baihu tribe. When they saw Fang Tianhuaji, they couldn't help expressing their emotions.

"Mr. Ling is so wicked that he has refined another Supreme Soldier."

"It's a good shot of Fangtian painting halberds, and it's too good for me."

"If only it were mine, unfortunately, only the patriarch was worthy of this weapon."

The people of the Baihu tribe have spoken without any concealment of Ling Xian's admiration.

"It is indeed a great master of the arts. It is a great honour for me to get to know my husband in this life." The Baihu tribe laughed.

He dreamed of having a Supreme Soldier tailored for himself, and now he finally got his wish, could he not be pleased?

However, he was under strong pressure and did not go to Lingfeng where Lingxian was.

Because he remembered Ling Xian's words, he would go back three days later.

...

Above the mountain, Lingxian swipes her hands, the power of the Initiator Road descends, covering Fangtianhuaji.

Under the nourishment of the power of the Tao, the light of Fang Tian's painting halberd became more and more dazzling. In the end, it was like a round of eternal sun, shining nine days and ten places.

The breath has also reached a peak, and only the power of the Supreme Infusion can transform into a true Supreme Soldier!

"Yes, one point stronger than that golden rifle."

Ling Xian smiled and waved her sleeves, taking the tripod and the remaining magical materials into her bag.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes and waited for the Lord of the White Tigers.

Three days later, the Lord of the White Tigers arrived as promised. First, he saw the ceremony toward Lingxian, and then turned his attention to the Fangtian Huaji.

The fierce might is pervasive, and the evil spirit is soaring into the sky.

What makes him even more happy is that this Fangtian Huaji is obviously better than the Dragon King's golden magic gun.

"Haha, it seems that my choice is right." The head of the Baihu tribe laughed heartily.

"Yes, if you make it for you, the Dragon King's gun will be stronger than this Fangtian Huaji."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "How are you?"

"Of course I am satisfied. I dream of owning a Supreme Soldier of my own. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a master."

"Today, I finally got my wish."

The Lord of the White Tigers smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr."

"You're welcome, you're infused with supreme power." Ling Xian chuckled.

"Okay." The head of the Baihu tribe looked forward, then enveloped Fang Tianhua with his original strength.

boom!

Divine light is immense, dazzling, fierce and mighty, deterring all realms.

Fang Tianhua's halberd turned into a true supreme soldier, and the waiting for the mighty power made everyone in the White Tiger family startled.

It's terrible. It's no exaggeration to say that in the hands of the Supreme, this Fangtianhuaji is absolutely powerful!

"Haha, look at the Supreme Soldier of the Demon Star, this Fangtian Huaji can definitely be ranked in the top three!" The leader of the White Tiger family laughed loudly and couldn't help it.

"Just satisfied." Ling Xian laughed softly.

"My husband gave me a happy birthday, and I also gave him a happy birthday." The owner of the Baihu tribe laughed.

"Oh?" Ling Xian was intrigued, and said, "Is there any news about the lack of grass?"