However, Gu Qingxi added, "That's if you can still win after a fight. If you can't, find a way to escape as soon as possible."
Lan Rongjun continued to nod vigorously, "Yes, yes, if you can win, fight to the death, if you can't win, just run."
Gu Qingxi stared at Lan Rongjun with appreciation, a teachable boy.
"Do you want to cut off the tail?" Feng Xiatian came over and asked.
"Yes." After Lan Rongjun said this, he raised his sword and cut off Zhu Yiyuan's tail.
Gu Qingxi thought it would be bloody, but she didn't expect that after the tail was cut off, the cut surface was very complete and there was no trace of blood.
"The Zhu family's tail is a little different. It is not connected to flesh and blood, but a source of magic power to enhance their strength. We can use this tail to refine weapons. The Zhu family will make weapons from the tails of their ancestors. Look, the knife on Zhu Yiyuan's body is added with his great-grandfather's tail bone." Lan Rongjun picked up Zhu Yiyuan's weapon and explained.
Gu Qingxi looked at the thick tail with difficulty, and finally said disdainfully: "I don't want it, you can take it all."
She always felt that cutting the tail was different from breaking the horns.
Although in fact, these are both ways of cutting off a part of the body of the demon.
But Gu Qingxi just felt that she couldn't accept cutting the tail.
Especially since the tail looked a bit like the third leg of the Zhu family, it was even more difficult to accept.
Ancestor Wan Ling complained: "Do you feel that the horns of the demons are like human nails, and it's okay to cut them off. But if you really have to dismember the body and use the body for other purposes, you feel like a pervert?"
Gu Qingxi: "..." I actually felt that what Ancestor Wan Ling said made some sense, what's going on?
Ancestor Wan Ling said slowly: "This is the difference between the human race and the demon race."
Gu Qingxi: "..." I felt that what Ancestor Wan Ling said made some sense again.
Could it be that Ancestor Wan Ling has become smarter after reading novels recently?
In this battle, Chi Yan did not take action.
Because before setting off, Gu Qingxi told Chi Yan and the magic dragon not to take action until she was in danger.
This time entering the secret realm is their experience. If they rely on Chi Yan and the magic dragon to solve everything, their experience will be meaningless.
Le Kong counted the storage bags and suddenly said, "I feel that my Golden Bell Realm has improved a bit."
Gu Qingxi actually felt it too.
When in the Cangyue Secret Realm, Gu Qingxi had seen Kong's Golden Bell Realm, and it was incomparable to the Golden Bell Realm he just supported.
The Wanling Patriarch spoke again: "If I follow you, I will be blown to death if I don't improve. How can I not improve? That is using life to improve!"
Gu Qingxi: "... I won't think you are dumb if you don't speak. Only when you are on the verge of life and death can a person's greatest potential be unleashed. Don't you understand?"
The Wanling Patriarch remained silent because he knew that what the little devil said was indeed the truth.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Gu Qingxi realized that the movement here was too loud and would sooner or later attract other demons.
So he didn't hesitate to use the magic horn blasting talisman, and directly used the talisman to bombard the thousand-year-old black iron mine.
The entire mine was blown to pieces, and then exploded into many large and small pieces.
Everyone quickly picked up all the thousand-year-old black iron, and then quickly left the place.
Walking on the road, Gu Qingxi sighed. She had just used up dozens of talismans in a fight, and it hurt.
But there was no other way in that situation. If she waited for the group of demons to react before fighting, the other party would be prepared, and it would be impossible to win so easily. So it was the safest and fastest to take it down by surprise in the simplest and crudest way.
And it took more to blow up the thousand-year-old black iron mine.
There were only more than twenty magic horn blasting talismans left in her storage bracelet.
You can imagine how hard the thousand-year-old black iron is.
After walking for an afternoon, they found a place to sleep in the leeward at night.
Gu Qingxi asked Lan Rongjun: "Don't you know how to refine equipment? Make an iron pot for me to see."
Asking Lan Rongjun to refine an iron pot was fake, and stealing his skills was real.
Lan Rongjun: "...Use thousand-year-old black iron to make an iron pot?"
This is totally unheard of and unseen! Using such expensive materials to make an iron pot is so extravagant that it is unbelievable.
Gu Qingxi had a blank expression on her face: "What else?"
Lan Rongjun: "Okay, we have a lot of thousand-year-old black iron now. But don't tell others that we use thousand-year-old black iron to make an iron pot, otherwise, I'm afraid of being beaten."
A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man. Doing such a hateful thing is indeed afraid of being beaten by the weapon refiners.
After Lan Rongjun said this, he was not vague. He took out a piece of thousand-year-old black iron, flicked his finger lightly, and a cluster of blue flames appeared at his fingertips.
Gu Qingxi understood that this should also be a kind of magic fire in the demon world, but he didn't know what grade it was.
But what is certain is that it is definitely not the highest-level magic fire, it is a fire without intelligence.
Lan Rongjun began to make hand gestures to refine the iron pot.
Feng Xiatian and Lekong were skillfully making a fire and skewering meat, waiting for Gu Qingxi to finish and then grill the meat.
Feng Xiatian took out the short and fat alchemy furnace again, hung it over the campfire, and prepared to cook soup.
Lekong looked at the short and fat stew pot and praised: "You are really well prepared. This pot is good. It can be used to make soup and stew meat..."
Before Lekong finished speaking, Feng Xiatian covered his mouth.
Feng Xiatian was horrified and whispered: "Shut up, this is the alchemy furnace refined by Qingxi, not a stew pot. If you keep talking nonsense, Qingxi will stew both of us."
Lekong stared, then stretched out his hand to slap Feng Xiatian's hand covering his mouth, and muttered: "It was because you took it out to prepare soup that I misunderstood."
Feng Xiatian: "I don't have other pots, so I took this one. Let Qingxi refine a few pots later." Lekong
: "I think you want to be beaten."
After that, the two looked at Gu Qingxi cautiously, and saw that Gu Qingxi was concentrating on watching Lan Rongjun refine the weapon and didn't pay attention to this side, so the two were relieved.
Gu Qingxi looked at the hand gestures that Lan Rongjun performed and felt somewhat puzzled.
Why did she feel that Lan Rongjun's hand gestures were somewhat similar to those taught by the Wanling Patriarch?
However, it is not exactly the same.
Lan Rongjun's set of hand gestures seems to be a simplified version?
Because Lan Rongjun's set of hand gestures is simpler, and some steps are directly omitted.
However, Gu Qingxi can see that Lan Rongjun is indeed talented in refining weapons. Because he has his own unique insights into refining weapons.
Lan Rongjun also explained to Gu Qingxi while refining weapons: "Most weapon refiners divide it into three steps, refining the shape, forging the bones, and finally concentrating the mind. But I think there are more than these three steps. After forging the bones, you should also regulate the meridians.
I won't say much about the three steps that all weapon refiners are familiar with. I sorted out the meridians. I think every magic weapon refined by a weapon refiner is like his own child.
After shaping the shape, the child must have bones to support it.
Only with meridians can it be smoother.
You can understand the concentration of the mind yourself."
Gu Qingxi carefully savored Lan Rongjun's words, and felt that what he said made more sense.
Not long after, Lan Rongjun refined an iron pot.
He let out a long breath, with a complicated expression: "This is my first time to refine an iron pot."
"Everything has a first time. Every first time is a breakthrough." Liaokong suddenly said.
Lan Rongjun was stunned, carefully savored Liaokong's words, and then nodded: "That makes sense."
Feng Xiatian looked up at the sky and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
What Liaokong said was not wrong, it was very philosophical and in line with what he, a Buddhist practitioner, said.
But...
is this sentence really appropriate for the first time to refine an iron pot?
Is Liaokong sure he is not fooling others?
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