Chapter 49 Three-in-one [including thanks 210,000, 210,000...
Time was of the essence, Yan Luoyue decided to take advantage of the medicine given by Zhen Zhuoer to build her foundation immediately.
After a little consideration, Yan Luoyue first sent a message to Yin Wangyou.
Then, it is time to find a suitable guardian.
Just after school today, Yan Gan and Sang Ji came home to play.
Yan Luoyue went out and took a look, and found that the two silly brothers were there, so she immediately asked him to guard outside the door.
Soon, Yan Luoyue returned to the inner room, closed the door, took a closer look at the golden-red spiritual foundation-building pill, and then took the pill into her mouth.
The spiritual-grade foundation-building pill is truly the work of a prodigal son. While taking into account its medicinal properties and grade, it also specifically controls the taste.
Logically speaking, the taste of the Foundation Building Pill should be bitter.
However, the silver medicinal pattern on the pill that Yan Luoyue swallowed melted in her mouth, and the sour and sweet taste made her mouth water.
Yan Luoyue chewed it for a few times and made an impartial judgment: If you look at the appearance and just taste it, this foundation-building pill can easily pass for the real thing among a pile of hawthorn balls.
Damn, how much extra material did this take?
At the moment of complete meditation, Yan Luoyue's heart still retained a trace of anger.
——Damn you, you can even make the bitter foundation-building pill so delicious, it’s even better than her sweet and delicious cake!
The next second, the surging medicinal properties flowed up along the eight extraordinary meridians, attracting all of Yan Luoyue's attention.
From refining Qi to building the foundation, the spiritual energy in the Dantian changes from gas to spiritual "liquid". From then on, the cultivation level reaches a higher level and the stored spiritual energy becomes more abundant.
The medicinal properties were divided into two streams, flowing along Yan Luoyue's meridians throughout her body.
One of the streams goes up to the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, making Yan Luoyue's eyebrows and eyes refreshed and his mind clear.
The other stream went down to the Dantian, cleverly combining with Yan Luoyue's own spiritual energy. The spiritual energy stored in the Dantian swirled in a pressure from the outside to the inside.
It is said that it is an ordinary foundation-building pill, but it tastes very bitter and its medicinal properties are mild and neutral.
But the pill that Yan Luoyue ate, although it had a warm golden-red appearance, its medicinal properties were clearly cold.
After a little thought, Yan Luoyue suddenly realized.
——Wait, is this the method of producing liquid nitrogen in a low temperature and pressure environment?
The basic knowledge of physics told Yan Luoyue that there are two main ways to turn gas into liquid.
One is to lower the temperature to liquefy the gas.
The second is to increase the pressure so that the gas becomes liquid under high pressure.
I never thought that in the world of immortal cultivation, such a basic and simple principle is still in operation.
When Newton saw this scene, he probably shouted as if the coffin lid had closed again.
Yan Luoyue followed the "medicine" to collect a large amount of spiritual energy in the air, and then compressed the spiritual energy into a ball, while allowing several oolong thoughts to run through his mind.
Judging from the purpose, isn't the purpose of ascending to the top and building the foundation the process of transforming Dantian from a simple tool for storing Qi into a bioenergy booster pump?
Okay, this is something to think about.
After all, from refining Qi to building foundation, from golden elixir to Yuanying, just hearing these professional terms makes people feel the ethereal air blowing over them.
But if we try to explain this process scientifically...
The Qi refining stage is called the "Qi collecting bottle".
During the foundation-laying stage, it can be renamed as “bioenergy booster pump”.
At the Golden Elixir stage, the monks refine the spiritual liquid into the Golden Elixir. How can it be called "charcoal-burning yogurt coagulation technology"?
What should the Yuanbao period be called? ——On presses and mold processing?
Ah, the earthiness value suddenly went up!
Everyone who secretly cultivated to a higher level was given a new name, and Yan Luoyue's hobby of naming was finally satisfied.
When choosing the name, Yan Luoyue had been consciously absorbing spiritual energy, and there was a moment of pause.
With the help of the elixir, a large amount of spiritual energy accumulated in Yan Luoyue's dantian, gradually forming a high-speed rotating dense vortex.
As the texture of the vortex became more and more viscous, the spiritual energy also achieved a transformation from gas to "liquid".
Then, it was step two, step three...
Finally, after half an hour, Yan Luoyue opened his eyes, and felt his whole body filled with a force he had never experienced before.
Yan Luoyue stood up and tried to take a few steps outside, and even her steps were lighter than usual.
Yes, if Yan Luoyue was a sword practitioner, then advancing to the foundation-building stage would mean learning the sword.
There was no rush to experiment with her abilities. The first thing Yan Luoyue did was to walk to the dressing mirror to look at herself.
Her eyes became darker and brighter, her skin became more radiant, and her complexion became more rosy and natural.
Even on the outstretched little fingernails, there is a little crescent of love under the pink nails.
The little girl in the mirror looks healthy no matter how you look at her.
However, these are the focus of Yan Luoyue.
Her attention was mainly focused on the health bar hanging above her head.
"It hasn't grown longer..." Yan Luoyue sighed a little regretfully.
It seems that the length of the health bar is only related to her age and her level of cultivation.
Yan Luoyue originally thought that once her health value reached zero, she would find time to catch the little snake.
But it seems that we should wait patiently until winter comes and she celebrates her fifth birthday.
...Speaking of which, snakes seem to have the habit of hibernating.
Yan Luoyue blinked twice and thought secretly: Wu Manshuang should be hibernating, right?
If he was hibernating, then picking up a small snake that was hard and frozen like a jade stick by himself, wouldn't that be a zero-dollar purchase by kidnapping instead of buying it?
Hmm... But when I think about it, it seems quite interesting...
In a dark corner, Yan Luoyue's thoughts were heading towards a criminal direction.
The lazy twilight at dusk had just coated the faded wooden window frames. The magnificent golden red had cast a layer of gorgeous colors on the sky and the earth. Even the smile reflected on the sheep-horn window seemed to be soft as if it had been filtered through a layer of glass.
When Yan Luoyue walked out of the door, she saw her two brothers waiting together in such a beautiful sunset.
His younger sister was getting promoted, and the silly boy rarely stopped making trouble or joking.
He stood on the left and the right like two door gods, carefully guarding what was going on in the house.
Yan Gan and Sang Ji both turned back into their original demon forms.
A crocodile and a dark green turtle were lying quietly on Yan Luoyue's doorstep.
In the late autumn sunset, the crocodile's spurs and the turtle's carapace reflected the shimmering light golden light.
Time has taken gentle care of this small courtyard, and memory has frozen and preserved this scene for a long time.
Before I noticed it, Yan Luoyue had already revealed a brilliant smile.
Why, her heart felt so warm at this moment.
Facing the greetings from the turtle and the crocodile, Yan Luoyue quickly turned into a small turtle, slowly climbed onto Yan Gan's tortoise shell, and stretched out his claws to touch his back.
"Don't worry, it's successful. I am now a foundation-building monk."
Yan Gan heaved a sigh of relief: "Then she will be promoted to the Yuanzi class in the spring. My sister has been bullied."
Yan Luoyuena shook her head: "How come you still remember this?"
Sang Ji struck the ground with his claws, expressing his satisfaction.
"Sister, are you partial to one over the other? Is my prototype flatter than your brother? Is my back flatter than your brother? Is my height easier to climb than your brother's?"
"...Brother Ji, you are forcing a comparison. The difference between crocodiles and turtles is completely beyond the species."
The most important thing is the spurs on the crocodile's back, it bites with its claws!
Although he said this, Yan Luoyue still moved to Sang Ji's side, preparing to choose a relatively flat crocodile back to climb.
Noticing Yan Luoyue's predicament, Sang Ji was very tactful. He rolled over lazily, revealing his smooth belly.
“…”
Yan Luoyue thought for a moment, then raised his claws and placed them on the crocodile's belly, touching it carefully.
Then she scratched her belly twice with her claws.
"How is it?" Sang Ji asked with some pride, "Is it better than Guiban's? Your brother Ji is a famous alligator."
Having said that, Sang Ji lowered his head and met Yan Luoyue's round little eyes.
...Although this matter is very unbelievable, Sang Ji still felt that he could see a very subtle meaning from the little turtle's face.
"Well, um, how should I put it..." Yan Luoyue touched the belly of the crocodile while choosing words, "It is indeed leather shoes!"
Sang Ji: “…Huh?”
Is there something wrong with your ears?
He just... seemed to have heard some vicious words?
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After a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and Sang Ji, who had not played enough, left the turtle tribe with great regret.
Yin Wangyou, who received the message from Yan Luoyue, rushed over as fast as he could, using both his driving treasure and rented fairy crane.
As soon as Yin Wangyou arrived, Yan Yu pushed open Yan Luoyue's bedroom door, holding a small bowl of fried fish.
Yan Yuyou was stunned when he saw a girl he had never seen before in the room.
"Sister Yu, her name is Wangyou, and she is my friend."
Yan Luoyue raised her arms high and at once jumped up from the ground to take the dried fish from Yan Yu.
"It smells so good, thank you Sister Yu."
"It's okay. If you have friends coming over, I'll go fry some more for you."
Yan Yu touched Yan Luoyue's head and looked at the sky outside.
Although they only met once, Yan Yu could tell that Yan Luoyue's new friend was a human after just a few glances.
Two-thirds of the demon race are night owls, while the human race is just the opposite.
Since he arrived so late, he must have stayed overnight.
Tilting her eyes and smiling gently, Yan Yu said slowly:
"Let me bring you another quilt. If you're missing something, talk to Luoyue yourself."
As soon as the door was closed, Yin Wangyou was about to catch a small fish to eat.
The fresh, salty and delicious taste burst on the tip of his tongue, and Yin Wangyou said with emotion: "Your sister is so kind."
Yan Yu's attentiveness is called properness.
But she also said that Yan Luoyue and Yin Wangyou planned to stay up all night and would use the quilt.
Yes, Yan Luoyue invited Yin Wangyou here for another reason. She hoped that with her help, she could decompose the Thousand Faces Demon and find a way to locate it.
Although according to the common sense of the cultivation world, the Thousand-Faced Demon's demonic aura is extremely weak and cannot be located, Yan Luoyue insists on believing this evil.
The Lord of Akabane City dared to use this as a test question, so he must have found a way to locate it.
Since someone has given the answer, please explain the solution. As for the weapon refining question, Yan Luoyue would never give up easily.
…
Yan Luoyue and Yin Wangyou used two tables to make a dissecting table.
The Thousand-Faced Demon's flat body was spread out on the table, like a ball of light gray jelly.
Yin Wangyou's fingers explored the meridians and bones of the Thousand Faced Demon inch by inch, inserting a silver needle as a mark from time to time.
As dusk deepened, the lights in the house gradually dimmed.
“It’s bright enough.”
Yin Wangyou shook his head, straightened his body, and squeezed his eyes as if he was looking for an opportunity, as if he had turned into a walking emoticon.
"The dark is really hard on the eyes. Luoyue, please light up a few more lamps."
Yan Luoyue was just about to say that she would just make a few big lanterns on the spot when she heard Yin Wang's worried words.
However, Yin Wangyou swore that she said the following sentence based on pure research spirit and from the most objective evaluation perspective.
but……
Yin Wangyou said, "There are enough lights in the house, so let Jingxuan come over and help hold a candle. After all, her head can reflect some light."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Ah this.
Yan Luoyue could not help but remind him quietly: "Don't let Jingxuan hear it, or you are just looking for someone."
The last person to question whether Shen Jingxuan needed a hairpin even though he was a bald man was the leader monk of the Lu family.
Of course, the grass on his grave is now almost as tall as Yin Wangyou.
The Lu family sent someone to collect the leader's body on the spot and buried it in a tall grave.
After a long time, Yan Luoyue went out of the tribe for a walk and happened to come across the wild grave of the chief monk.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, Yan Luoyue even erected a monument for him.
Considering that the fundamental cause of the chief monk's death was because he wanted to take Luoyue as a hostage.
The direct cause of his death was because of three items made by Yan Luoyue himself: "Wooden Hairpin - Xiao Ming's Reservoir", "Love-seeking Compass - Xiao Ai", and "Necklace Collar - Ma ○ and I have an average asset of 100 billion".
Taking the above two points into consideration, Yan Luoyue personally wrote the four words "draw inferences from one instance" on the leader monk's tombstone as his epitaph.
While Yin Wangyou was refining the light bulb, Yan Luoyue told her the story.
At the end of the story, Yan Luoyue made a summary.
"So, calling a monk a bald donkey is like praising a nun for her reflective forehead. It's like eating turtle jelly as a dessert in the turtle tribe."
"——Forget your worries. Do you understand now how scary Jingxuan's tut-tut-tut is?"
Yin Wangyou: “…”
Yin Wangyou, who was decomposing the Thousand-Faced Demon Corpse, looked at Yan Luoyue deeply after hearing this.
She replied honestly and jokingly: "Now I think your name is more scary!"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue refined four or five luminous balls on the spot.
With the support of the new light source, Yin Wangyou's research activities proceeded smoothly.
While she was doing the movements, she was also explaining the science of falling moon.
Yin Wangyou usually doesn't talk much, but once he mentions something related to his favorite things, his eyes suddenly become bright and he talks like a torrent.
"This Thousand-Faced Demon must be quite old, and should have passed its prime."
Yan Luoyue was very curious: "How did you know this?"
Yin Wangyou was very determined: "There will always be traces that can be identified."
Although she is old, she sounds mature when she talks about her professional field.
“If you want to know the age of a tree, look at its growth rings; if you want to know the age of a turtle, look at its carapace; if you want to know the age of a person, look at his teeth and bones.”
“Experience and time always leave traces, and these clues hidden beneath the ordinary are the basis for our practice.”
As he spoke, the last silver needle stuck between Yin Wangyou's fingers was finally nailed in.
She took a silver knife instead, carefully pried open the skin of the Thousand-Faced Demon, and picked out a shiny object from the translucent gray gelatin.
If the lighting in the room was bright enough and the monk's eyesight was good enough, Yan Luoyue would even be able to see the existence of that thin thread.
It was only one percent the thickness of a hair. If Yin Wangyou had been carefully wrapping it with spiritual energy, I'm afraid that the thin thread would have been cut as soon as his finger touched the surface.
"Look!" Yin Wangyou lowered his voice, but could not hide his excitement. "This is the meridian of the Thousand-Faced Devil. It is also the thing it uses to control its self-changing form, allowing me to judge its age."
As Yin Wangyou spoke, he carefully took some glue from the corpse and stuck it to the wire.
Then, she injected a strand of spiritual energy into the thread.
Yan Luoyue witnessed with her own eyes that under the control of spiritual energy, the length of the meridians gradually shortened, the appearance of the filaments became thicker, and the gelatinous muscles evenly attached to the filaments formed a bulge under the pulling.
In an instant, Yan Luoyue felt blessed.
"I understand. The Thousand-Faced Demon uses meridians to control the fluid under the skin, allowing it to gather or disperse, thereby simulating the same appearance, right?"
This is so simple.
Just like when you pull a rubber band apart, the color of the rubber band becomes lighter, and when you pull the rubber band together, its color becomes darker.
The Thousand-Faced Demon injected spiritual energy into the meridians, and the fluid condensed near the meridians.
Dozens of such meridians put together are enough to shape a lifelike eagle's hooked nose.
With hundreds of meridians operating at the same time, the Thousand-Faced Demon can simulate different heights, weights, and transform into different human faces.
Seeing that the falling moon melted away in an instant, Yin Wang's worried excitement suddenly deepened.
"Yes, the more meridians like this there are, the older the Thousand-Faced Demon is." Yin Wangyou became more cautious in his knife movements, and the knife went deeper into the gel.
If the meridians are compared to water pipes, then at the end of all the water pipes, there must be a main valve that controls it.
Yin Wangyou was exploring the mystery of the Thousand-Faced Demon here with great interest, while Yan Luoyue was holding the meridian in his hand, his mind also idle.
Let her think about it, the reason why the Thousand-Faced Demon is difficult to identify is because the demonic aura of this monster is extremely faint, making it difficult for people to distinguish, right?
The way weapon refiners think about this seems to be to increase the detection rate of demonic energy, even if there is any trace of demonic energy left in the footprints.
...The idea is ideal, but no one has ever succeeded.
But what if we change the solution?
If the detection is only for the Thousand Faces Demon, if it is for other monsters, the search direction can be connected with the characteristics of the Thousand Faces Demon... For example, the Thousand Faces Demon's strange meridians.
Or, to go a step further, that is...
“I found it!”
Although it was already late at night, there was no sign of sleepiness on Yin Wangyou's face.
Both of them were holding something, and Yin Wangyou was jumping on the spot excitedly. Where was the cold and silent look in him when they first met?
"The ball on my left is the core that the Thousand-Faced Demon uses to control its own color changes. It should be its unique organ."
"The ball on the right is the core that the Thousand-Faced Demon uses to guide the amount of spiritual energy in the meridians. It is roughly equivalent to my Dantian."
Those two masses looked almost indistinguishable from the light gray gelatinous muscle, and Dao Yin forgot how he had distinguished them.
Yan Luoyue secretly said in her heart, "Amazing."
It is true that every profession has its specialties.
Let her decompose the structure of the Thousand-Faced Demon, and she will probably be able to completely cut out the stomach.
Yin Wangyou moved right while holding his breath.
Hundreds of shiny threads, one end connected to the corpse of the Thousand Faced Demon, and the other end connected to the ball of light gray gel.
This rich picture immediately reminded Yan Luoyue of the scene of cutting the lotus root slices and pulling them into threads.
...She felt that she would want to eat lotus root for at least three days.
Carefully handing the two lumps of gel to Yan Luoyue, Yin Wangyou was very reluctant and tore his gaze away from the two organs.
Whether you are a medical practitioner or an alchemist, this thing is worth studying...
But when Yin Wangyou looked up at Yan Luoyue, Yan Boyan's eyes were smiling.
"Take it quickly." Yin Wangyou urged briskly, "Take it and win!"
Although weapon refiners and alchemy refiners specialize in the same field, their desire to seek the truth is equally brilliant.
As soon as Yin Wangyou received the news, he rushed over without stopping.
He continued to perform acupuncture and surgery on a corpse overnight, and did not stop until his eyes began to ache.
This was not entirely due to her own desire, but also because Yan Luoyue was her friend and companion.
On the path of refining, she had stopped exploring and tried to stand on a higher level.
She exchanges experiences and she sympathizes with others.
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Two days later, the black-robed weapon refiner kept his word and showed up at the gate of Ruyi City on time.
He did not visit the City Lord's Mansion directly, but walked around Ruyi City first to listen to the current situation in the city.
As expected, the news that the Lord of Akabane City had forced a visit and arrogantly interrupted the birthday party for three days had spread throughout the city.
There are rumors that the Zhen family and the Meng family of Chiyu City Lord Meng Zhun had an old grudge, and the Chiyu City Lord came here specifically to seek revenge.
However, there were also rumors that the Lord of Chiyu City came here specifically to force a marriage because he was attracted by Zhen Zhuoer's beauty.
These two theories have even spawned three types of variants:
The Lord of Chiyu City came to seek revenge and to force a marriage. His way of revenge was to force Zhen Zhuoer to be his wife.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
She found that people's gossip was extremely sensational and had no respect for facts.
Look at the still-dead Rujindu.
If the Lord of Chiyu City really thought at this level, then in the past three years, Zhen Zhuoer would have happily served as the Lord of two cities.
After walking around Ruyi City, Yan Luoyue was filled with more than a dozen different versions of rumors.
But what is very interesting is that as to the real source of this incident, the weapon refining competition between the two cities, not a single word was leaked.
Under the shadow of the fighting tent, Yan Luoyue pursed her lips thoughtfully.
The subtle feeling that had been there since I received the message had now become even stronger.
The Lord of Akabane City came to our door with such a big fanfare, but in the subsequent operations he was as honest as a quail.
If Yan Luoyue were in the position of the Lord of Chiyu City, she would definitely be confident of winning the weapon refining competition, and would definitely spread the news to everyone during the competition, so as to make the opponent lose face.
The Lord of Akabane City did almost nothing out of the ordinary except for arrogantly breaking through the roof in front of everyone when he first appeared.
This style of behavior is completely different from the characteristics he has shown.
Is Zhen Zhuo's wrist really so powerful that it even makes the Lord of Chiyu City play with dragons on the shallow beach and implement a plan?
Well, that is, the Lord of Akabane City did not publicize the news in a big way and took the initiative to make concessions in this regard.
Of these two answers, Yan Luoyue is more inclined to the latter.
But it makes sense.
It's like... the Lord of Akabane City forced the two cities to compete against each other in a reputation-based competition, but the weapon refining competition itself was not what the Lord of Akabane City really cared about.
Faintly, a thought suddenly flashed through Yan Luoyue's mind, and then slipped away through the cracks in her fingers.
Why, Yan Luoyue inexplicably felt that the purpose of the Lord of Chiyu City might be something more unexpected.
…………
The moment the black-robed weapon refiner crossed the hall, the Lord of Chiyu City who was sitting on the armchair suddenly jumped over.
"You're finally here!"
The tone of the complaining voice coming from the top of the room was really funny. Under the tent, Yan Luoyue twitched the corner of his mouth and said lightly:
"No, I'm a real bastard. I made you wait anxiously."
“…”
Meng Jun, the Lord of Chiyu City, was choked to death by his words.
The moment he saw Yan Bixin's attire, Meng Zhun's eyes revealed undisguised disappointment and contempt.
"Why is it a young boy who came? Is it that there is a weapon master in your Ruyi City?"
Even though she could see the face under the cloak clearly, Zhen Zhuoer still quickly cast a glance in the direction of Master Yan.
——When he was discussing this matter, he once proposed a possibility, that is, the Lord of Akabane City might have come for his master who always kept his word.
Judging from Meng Zhun's current performance, this ability has been greatly improved.
The black-robed weaponsmith said in a hushed tone, "As the saying goes, why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? My master thought my skills were too poor, so he sent me out to compete with you."
After hearing this, Meng Jun snorted heavily.
Since He Yanbixin met, the two have said four sentences in total, and every word was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which shocked the people around them.
Meng Zhun suddenly threw his sleeves and said to the people beside him: "My time is precious, I can't afford to waste it like this. You announced the process, and then started the competition?"
Zhen Zhuoer smiled widely, not taking Chiyu City Lord's attitude to heart at all.
She said in a gentle voice, "In that case, let's follow the best-of-three format that I discussed beforehand. Master and City Lord, please write down your own questions on paper."
The content of the competition was finalized by Zhen Zhuoer and Meng Zhun two days ago.
The first round was asked by Meng Zhun, and the second round was asked by Yan Bixin.
As for the third round, each side will hone their own unique skills.
Meng Zhun’s test questions have already been published, and now we just need to copy them again.
As for keeping one's word...
Meng Zhun took a look at the test paper, then glanced suspiciously under Yan Bixin's tent.
"... Your second round of exam questions are that everyone must refine a set of "Monster Killer"?"
Yan Bixin responded slowly: "Well, is it okay?"
Meng Zhun: “…Yes.”
Yan Luoyue smiled and continued speaking.
She knew that in a competition like this where each side came up with a question, her own questions were her strengths and she would definitely be able to beat the other side.
The key to winning the competition lies not only in the level of the equipment, but also in the judging criteria.
For example, two instrument makers are of similar skill, but one is good at making musical instruments, while the other is good at making weapons.
The topic is to forge an iron pipa.
If the assessment standard is the timbre of the pipa, then that one will definitely win.
But if the person who sets the question insists that this pipa is custom-made for a substitute, and the assessment standard is whether it can withstand being smashed and whether it can accurately smash the enemy's head when it is hit, then the crown will undoubtedly belong to that person.
Yan Luoyue chose monster killing as the test question on purpose to show off.
Rather, it is because the assessment standards are completely controlled by her, the founder.
Meng Jun looked at the black-robed weapon refiner with a strange expression, but did not make any mocking remarks.
The left eye only said "Sir, please don't tease me" and the right eye said "You are doomed to fail".
Yan Luoyue saw all his performance.
Why did she feel that Meng Jun seemed a little disappointed?
The game started quietly in a weird atmosphere.
There were only about twenty people in the audience.
Apart from Zhen Zhuoer and her confidants, and the men brought by Meng Jun, there were only the pair of historian brothers from the Crane tribe.
Both sides staked a huge amount of wealth on this match, with the names of two cities at stake, but the scale of the match was so small that it was even smaller than an arena set up by an idle man on the street.
Meng Jun took out his smelting furnace first.
This stove must have been in use for a long time. Even the originally integrated copper stove body has been divided into three layers of color from top to bottom due to years of baking.
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Yan Luoyue took a look at the stove, and her opinion of Meng Jun suddenly increased.
If this smelting furnace had always been used by Meng Zhun, he could have become an outstanding smelter just by using his smelting experience.
Next, Meng Jun summoned his flame again, which was a green strange fire.
Meng Jun held the flame in his palm. The flame was more than half a foot high, like a bunch of cacti exploding in all directions, burning arrogantly in the air with a "thump thump" sound.
In comparison, Yan Bixin's brand-new refining furnace and the delicate and beautiful pink flame on his fingertips that was like a falling flower were inferior in terms of momentum alone.
Meng Jun looked in the direction of the black-robed weapon refiner and curled his lips very obviously.
He said to Yan Bixin and Zhen Zhuoer, "The competition hasn't started yet. If you're scared, you can switch to another experienced weapon refiner."
——This was his second hint that Yan Bixin should keep his word and ask his master to come out.
Under the tent, Yan Luoyue shook her head secretly, thinking, how could you know, even if we change the "master who always keeps his word", it's still Wanglaoji packaging with the Jiaduobao trademark - just change the packaging and ingredients.
The black-robed weapon master stood still without moving an inch, and said with a hoarse smile, "If you ask me to leave, I will leave. Isn't it embarrassing?"
“…”
Meng Zhun's brows were tightly knitted together, as if he had already said the most severe thing to this young man.
Each party had their own furnace. Yan Luoyue skillfully spread the small flames into a handful of sparkling pink stars, and scattered them into the furnace like flowers from the sky.
This move is used to warm up the stove. It is both a style and a blatant show of skill.
On the other hand, Meng Zhun had a gloomy expression, like an uncle roasting sweet potatoes on the street, and he just randomly stuffed the flames into the furnace. He almost took a palm-leaf fan and fanned the vent twice.
Yan Luoyue glanced at Meng Jun out of the corner of her eye and did not stop what she was doing.
Yan Luoyue had prepared a list of materials for the three competitions in advance.
Dirty sand, Lianxintu, Guiding Star...
Yan Luoyue threw materials one after another into the refining furnace, melted them into liquid with the help of magic, vibrated out impurities, and then merged into one under the guidance of spiritual energy.
The preparation work is almost complete, and now the only thing left is the last and most difficult step: quenching.
Yan Luoyue solemnly took out a piece of material from the storage bag.
The rest of the materials were all provided by Ruyi City, and only the most core ones were prepared by Yan Luoyue himself.
That is the meridian cluster of the Thousand-Faced Demon.
The silver-like meridians were thrown into the furnace, and before they were melted by the heat of the flames, they were smoothly contained by the finished product of the refining vessel.
Finally, Yan Luoyue finished his task and put out the fire to start the furnace.
After completing her own work, Yan Luoyue was finally in the mood to appreciate Meng Zhun's skills.
No matter how high you reach, you still need to communicate and learn.
Moreover, Yan Luoyue was also very curious. When Meng Jun refined this device, did he use the same approach as herself?
After seeing the result, Yan Luoyue was amazed and even the corners of his eyes twitched violently.
If her cultivation level allowed, Yan Luoyue would even want to grab the collar of the Chiyu City Lord and shake him a few times, asking him if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Brother, I am here to participate in the weapon refining competition conscientiously.
What about you? What about you holding this earth-smelting steel?
Looking at the weak fire control and absent-minded quenching skills, it's just like trying to catch a moth and pretend it's a flying saucer - it's just a trick.
Since this guy was so obviously trying to take advantage of the situation, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but doubt his motives.
The Lord of Chiyu City has a wealthy family and has paid a great price for this competition. Yan Luoyue simply wanted to report that he was here to steal her skills!
Yan Luoyue put out the stove and put out the fire, and Meng Jun followed suit and extinguished the flame in the stove.
The next second, the black-robed weaponsmith lifted the furnace lid and pulled out a light and thin silver net from the furnace.
And Meng Zhun...
Meng Jun slapped the furnace violently, and dug out a lump of charcoal-like matter from the furnace.
Even an outsider like Zhen Zhuoer could see that Meng Zhun had messed up.
There's not even a basic shape, which is a mistake that entry-level instrumentalists make.
Zhen Zhuoer moved two steps to the left and moved closer to the black-robed weapon master. She made a smooth move:
"Now that both of you have been trained, the winner should be clear now."
She looked at the black-robed weapon refiner with a sweet smile, and was about to directly declare Fang's victory when she was interrupted by Meng Jun.
"--,etc."
The Lord of Chiyu City didn't even look at Zhen Zhuoer, his eyes were almost glued to the big net that Yan Luoyue had refined.
"This time, I'm competing to see who can forge a weapon that can distinguish the Thousand Faces Demon. If you can't distinguish the Thousand Faces Demon, how can you be considered the winner?"
Zhen Zhuoer paused, "The city lord is very reasonable. Just ask everyone in the city, the Thousand-Faced Demon that sneaked into Yunning Daze was captured on the spot at the birthday banquet three days ago."
"City Lord Meng is so aggressive, it's not the effect of the verification device. Did he send people into the Demon Sealed Land to capture a Thousand-Faced Demon?"
Meng Jun shook his head and did not answer the question directly.
He turned to the black-robed weapon master and asked, "Friend Yan, how do you use this weapon? Can you give me some pointers?"
It was strange that he just called Yan Bixin a "young boy" and then changed his name to "young friend Yan" in the blink of an eye.
Even so, Meng Zhun's voice became even more tense than before.
Beneath his seemingly calm voice, there seemed to be a hidden undercurrent.
As soon as Meng Zhun opened his mouth, Yan Luoyue put on seven or eight defensive bracelets on his right hand hidden under the black robe.
Her left hand slowly shook out the silver mesh.
"When I refined the device, I added a lot of detection and positioning materials, and integrated the meridians of the Thousand Faces Demon during the quenching process. This device can and can only be used to find the Thousand Faces Demon, and the range can be too far. Just inject spiritual energy into it when using it-"
Before he finished speaking, the silver wire net that was penetrated by the spiritual energy demonstrated by Yan Luoyue flew out spontaneously!
It came down from the sky and covered the one that Meng Jun had brought with him!
In an instant, the same thought flashed through the minds of several people present.
Yan Luoyue thought: Oh no, the Thousand-Faced Demon is by my side!
Zhen Zhuoer thought: Hmm? Wait, the master is counterattacking, let's see how the Lord of Chiyu City will defend himself? This is a good plan. No matter how Meng Zhun responds, I just need to counter his moves. It's just a little risky. It's better to make the Lord of Chiyu City angry and embarrassed.
As she thought about it, she signaled her confidant to move closer to the black-robed weapon refiner.
The two brothers from the Crane Tribe took only one look and then lowered their heads, writing with such swiftness that sparks were almost coming out of their pens.
As for Meng Zhun, he turned his head suddenly, first looked at himself covered by the net, and then stared at the black-robed weapon refiner in amazement.
Under the pitch-black cloak, the sound of jade pendants colliding could be heard.
The young man stood with his back straight.
His face was shrouded in a misty shadow, like an underwater reef that could never be seen through.
Meng Jun's lips trembled a few times, and his eyes were filled with an intense expression that Yan Luoyue understood.
At this moment, no one could have imagined that the clanging sound of the pendants was not the tinkling of the beautiful jade waist ornaments, but was because of Yan Luoyue... She was still putting on the defensive bracelets.
She had already done twenty-six of them, and her elbows were so tight that they could bend.
Although he is a man of his words and has a black robe to hide his true colors, he usually behaves according to his heart.
But the instrument maker is a face-sitter after all, so when faced with such a situation, he would of course try to cover it up with his back turned.
The next moment, Meng Jun suddenly moved.
He took a step towards the black-robed weapon refiner, but he did not move rashly out of anger or humiliation.
The Lord of Akabane City lowered his head, then fell straight to his knees on the ground with a thud, like pushing a golden mountain or knocking over a jade pillar!
Yan Luoyue quickly dodged.
Meng Zhun cried out in tears: "Master, you have truly rebuilt the city of Chiyu!"
In an instant, the originally tense atmosphere relaxed.
But a look of surprise and doubt appeared on everyone's face.