Immortal Devil Transformation

Lin Xi and Gao Yanan stayed in Rudongling for many days.

Physical and psychological exhaustion caused by prolonged and continuous combat can only be slowly wiped out.

The two of them also need some time to learn more about some minor situations in Yunqin, such as Dongling, or to wait for the next news from Qingyu College.

In Lin Xi's view, since Qingyu College has calmed down, the next sweep should not take much time, Vice Dean Xia should send many more valuable messages to herself.

Until he waited in the streets and alleys of Dongling and began to show soap paste with his most familiar text, he began to think about some of the arrangements he had made for Chen Feirong in the lonely little courtyard of that mountain town in the autumn after the fall of Binling.

“Is the Liu family still alive? ”

“What exactly does this missing carriage mean? ”

In the new summer of the Empire, Lin Yi walked in the sound of cicadas and thought of last summer, he took a piece of soap paste in his hand, walked back to the military house, walked to Gao Yanan's face, handed the soap paste to Gao Yanan's hand, and sighed, "We're going back to that place to see. ”

……

At the same time, at a stop, a handsome middle-aged man in a brown silk shirt was washing his face with cold water.

His face seemed colder than cold water, free of any dust, and seemed only to be faint and exhausted after washing away a little long journey with cold water.

Xu Proverbs stood behind this cold, dignified middle-aged man.

Since he was transferred from heaven to become one of the three giants of the royal capital, there has been little need to stand in front of others with such respect and humility as he is today.

However, he must now take this position, because the middle-aged man, his father, is a man of great hope.

“You can rest on your own, without having to give me peace of mind unless I have something to look for you. According to the latest information, something happened on Mountain Yang Road, so this time we only took a break for two hours in the station, so don't waste your time.” After several consecutive washes of cold water, Xu Tianwang dropped the wet towel, turned around and looked at Xu Proverb and said calmly.

Xu Yangdao bowed slightly, indicating that he understood, but still said: "Father, what happened in Mountain Yangdao? ”

It seems that Xu Mantra is already qualified to ask herself some things. Xu Tianwang sat down on the bamboo bed and said softly: “Su Youzhi, this big business name, you should know. One of their convoys was hijacked in the Mausoleum, which had enough capacity to carry a large quantity of armor and heavy armaments. ”

“Could it be that the party feathers who smell the moon have started to do it, or someone else's?” Xu Proverbs frowned, coldway.

Xu Tianwang nodded.

Xu Proverbs said nothing more, bowed down and retired.

“Wait." But before he got to the door, Xu Proverbs was shouted up again, and when he turned around unexpectedly, he saw his father, the cold and dignified middle-aged man on the bed, with an unprecedented look of fanaticism and joy on his face.

“Finally. ”

Xu Tianwang's more rare voice trembled slightly, like talking to herself, and spit out these four words like he was trying to make Xu Proverbs witness a certain moment.

Only moments after he spit out these four words, his breath suddenly changed, like a divine light, flashed under his whole skin, his people did not change, did not become taller, but just because of the sudden change in his body rhythm, in the eyes of Xu Proverbs, he suddenly became taller.

Xu Proverbs frowned, his pupils suddenly shrunk, and then he bowed deeply, not letting Xu Tian Wan see the real emotion on his face: “Congratulations to Father on breaking the ranks. ”

Xu Tianwang slightly bowed his head and reached out his hand. A pound of strength was dissolved from his hand. Only then did the cold water basin he washed his face. Under a shock of the power gushing out of his hand, it all shook out of the basin, and was pressed directly into a crystalline water group less than fist size, bouncing out of the window like a crystal.

It took hundreds of steps to break apart, and the power of the water beads still broke apart a peach tree below.

“This is the power of the saint… you have to work harder.” Xu Tianwang looked at the Proverbs that bowed deeply to his body and said with joy and emotion: “Strength is fundamental, as long as you reach the sacred steps, everyone will not dare to underestimate you. You can stand on top of the vast majority of people. ”

Hearing Xu Tianwang say this, Xu Proverbs nodded, appeared to be in awe of the teachings, yet at this moment his mouth corner, a slight ironic smile appeared.

“Father, a saint is not the most powerful power... last summer I saw with my own eyes how many saints died at the hands of a man who smelled the moon... how many years before I could reach a saint? Something that quickly becomes powerful is always real power, not personal cultivation.” He shook his head in his heart and spoke to himself indifferently.

People's hearts, sometimes hotter than summer, sometimes colder than the coldest winters.

Nine Yun Qin elders are nine powerful shares, nine huge valves, nine thriving clans, so the elderly behind the curtain must not only consider their own power, but must also be responsible for their own clans, descendants, follow their own officials, doorsmen and students.

The Jiang family has always been satisfied with the result of Xu Promise becoming one of the three giants of Miduko, and even has a propelling component behind it, because Xu family has always belonged to Jiang Jiamensheng, and the Criminal Division and some important intelligence services have always been under Jiang's control. In Lin Xi's judgment, Midoroko will probably evolve into a similar institution in the future, but until then, Jiang family actually had similar powers as Jinyiwei.

In Jiang's view, it would be better to be able to control another royal duke.

But the performance of the emperor in the past days, especially in the last two years, makes it abundantly clear that the emperor is not a fool, even if he is just using himself, even if he has a wild ambition, even if he is blinded by some kind of thought, but in terms of playing with power, he is not under all the old people, so if he does not fall like the Huang family and the sniffer, Jiang family must have more voice.

Bi Fang Ling smelled the vast secret of the moon, which is the voice of the Jiang family.

A large number of heavy armor and ordnance are also necessary for Jiang family, so even important figures such as Xu Tianwang are dispatched.

……

As Jiangjia's men rushed to Bi Falling Mausoleum, the entire Great Reckless Dynasty was also bathed in the summer.

Summer in Purgatory Hill is definitely much hotter than most parts of the world.

Zhang Ping stood in a non-ventilated black rock house.

In front of him was a flaming fire, mounted with an iron shelf and countless metal arrows resting on it.

Ground fires are drawn from some magma streams, and when they are designed by artisans and * then ejected in the mouth, the temperatures of the flames and hot gases are just enough to keep the metal arrows on them red and immobilized.

This makes it easier for artisans to develop the texture they need on their arrows, using a number of tools.

In front of Zhang Ping at this moment, there is a rotating shelf with a stable fixed arrow. His hand is a thick, anti-scalding asbestos glove, and his hand is a blue fine steel needle. Just relying on the sharpness of this fine steel needle, he skilfully and quickly casts out a beautifully patterned duct on a twig of red metal arrows.

These metal arrows are special metal arrows used with the Soul Soldier's Bow.

Although there are few archers in the ranks of Qiubai and Lin Xie, there are many ordinary practitioner archers in the military. The use of these metal arrows has been increasing since South Valley.

Zhang Ping gave the impression that all those who had come into contact with him in the Purgatory Mountains in the past days were silent words, but the very serious and serious person who did the work, this kind of concentrated work without complaining about the character, naturally won a lot of appreciation, so he had been transferred to this manufacturing workshop before the 10th.

In Purgatory Mountain, this type of instrument factory, and the higher classes, is already a factory for soul fighters with characters and some special materials. As long as they have access to those factories, they can possess the status of official disciples of Purgatory Mountain, and they can be reckless and have a foothold.

By pressing this, Zhang Ping may be able to get into those workshops within a few months.

But even if you can get into those workshops, how long will it take you to stand out, and how many real secrets will you have access to in Purgatory Mountain, is simply unknown.

Zhang Ping is very hot at the moment.

The temperature in this workshop is more than ten degrees higher than outside in the sun, and it is the work that only the cultivator can bear.

So Zhang Ping at this moment was just wearing a pair of pants, and his upper body was just surrounded by a towel around his neck so that the sweat on his face wouldn't drip over the arrow, like a local quenching, which affected the performance of the arrow.

At that point, a woman in a red robe walked into the codification room and into front of Zhang Ping.

“Sister Chang. ”

Zhang Ping put down the tools in his hand in a panic and got up for the ceremony.

The tall, normal face, slightly older than him, is one of the masters of this workshop, is a cleric of Purgatory Mountain. Although he is usually very friendly, takes care of him, and just makes all the workshop disciples call her Sister, all the rewards and punishments are in her hands. No matter how warm her attitude is towards him, it is naturally impossible for him to feel that he really possesses an identity similar to hers, and can really make out as a sister-in-law.

When I stood up and thought about my upper body *, Zhang Ping's heart panicked even more.

Wu Guan is just plain, can only look at Zhang Ping with a young woman who does not look hard to describe, look at Zhang Ping's bare bronze skin, look at a sweat bead full of it, her eyes began to show an unknown meaning, “You are a Yun Qin people.” She raised her head and looked into Ping's eyes and said slowly.