Chapter 132

The next morning, as soon as Lin Tianhao came out of the cave with a dark face, he saw the more than 30 puppet men, which immediately made his scalp explode... He closed his eyes, turned back to the cave after a long time, sorted it out, and walked away without looking back when he came out again.

He didn't want to stay here and spend time with Wang Baole. He also saw that he was wasting time. If he continued like this, Wang Baole would have no impact. His practice here must be delayed, and his magic tools would also be delayed.

Wangbaole found that Lin Tianhao had packed his things and left. He was in a hurry and ran out to wave. He was going to persuade him back, but Lin Tianhao walked faster as soon as he saw wangbaole.

"Alas, what a good test object, it's gone like this..." wangbaole was a little depressed, watching Lin Tianhao's back disappear, and then shook his head and reluctantly returned to the cave.

Lin Tianhao, who left quickly at the moment, looked extremely ugly. If he was in the ethereal City, he had too many ways to deal with Wang Baole, but all his means failed in this Taoist temple.

"When I become a soldier, wangbaole, I will let you know what regret is!"

Lin Tianhao's move out, except for the surprise of some people who paid special attention to it, others didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the FA Bing Pavilion is too big, like a city, and there are a large number of disciples in it. Everyone has their own things. Even if there were many slanderous words about Wang Baole on lingnet before, at most, it's just to let people know his name. Without dealing with him, they didn't pay attention to the specific appearance.

At the same time, the empty cave next to wangbaole was uninhabited for a short time. Seeing this, wangbaole simply spent a lot of effort, and invited the senior brother of the government affairs office to give benefits, secretly dissolved the array, dug it through, and immediately doubled the expansion of the cave. Looking at the large cave like a suite, wangbaole felt depressed about Lin Tianhao leaving without saying goodbye, and finally recovered.

It was at this time that he began to prepare for the promotion of soldiers and disciples. Wang Baole planned to work hard and refine 100 pieces of magic tools to promote soldiers and disciples.

But before that, he took out the dream pillow and went to the dream world. The dream pillow was rented for five years. Now it's not time yet, and Wang Baole didn't return it.

At this moment, in the dream world, Wang Baole took out the black mask. He wanted to ask the little sister inside whether there was a skill suitable for practicing in the Zhenxi realm, similar to the Qi swallowing formula in the ancient martial realm.

After all, in Wang Baole's view, the formula of swallowing Qi seems to be the corresponding formula of Nourishing Qi, so now there may be a more profound tool refining skill than the formula of transforming everything into soldiers.

But when he said what he thought, the mask didn't respond, but for this, wangbaole was used to the capriciousness of the young lady inside, so he opened his mouth to the mask with what he thought was the softest voice.

"Super beautiful, invincible and lovely little sister, your Baole is coming to see you again."

"Little sister, the golden body you told me is really useful. As soon as I entered the secret place, all my spiritual roots fell in love with me immediately, which made me feel embarrassed." Wangbaole pretended to be shy and peeped at the mask as he spoke. With the experience of returning from Lingxi Township, he didn't open his mouth to test his tone.

Finally, at the moment of the exit of his golden body, this face changed. It flashed rapidly for a few times, giving Wang Baole the feeling that the little sister inside seemed to be in an unstable mood. He immediately became vigilant, thinking that today the little sister seemed to have a bad temper, or he would come back another day, suddenly, a flash of lightning burst out directly in the mask.

"What are you doing, little sister!" Wang Baole's eyes widened and he immediately retreated.

But the speed of the lightning was too fast for Wang Baole to hide. In an instant, the lightning penetrated into his body. Under the pain, in Wang Baolin's panic, the lightning swam around the place where he ate the seed in his Dantian. It was obvious that he noticed Wang Baole's ten percent spiritual pulse and the spiritual root in the seed, and then drilled out of his body. When he returned to the mask, he muttered, as if echoing in this dream world.

"What luck is this dead fat man!!"

"Who?" The murmur was too low for Wang Baole to hear clearly. He only heard the words "dead fat man", and suddenly his hair stood up. He realized that it was this mask that was speaking, and he first breathed. But after all, he was prepared for this. Although he was surprised that the other party could speak, it was not unacceptable.

However, Wang Baole snorted at the bottom of his heart about what he said about the dead fat man. After looking around, his eyes finally fell on the mask and looked puzzled.

"Little sister, are you talking? There are no fat people around."

It seems that Wang Baole's stupidity has been ignored. Although the young lady in the mask did not continue to speak, words gradually emerged on the mask.

Wang Baole was refreshed and looked at it quickly, but soon he was a little disappointed. What appeared on the mask was not the skill he wanted, but told him a magic tool formula.

According to the description of the formula, wangbaole deduced and realized that it was a scabbard!

"Let me refine the scabbard? What can I refine the scabbard? It's not refining the flying sword. Besides, the flying sword doesn't need a scabbard." Wangbaole was somewhat reluctant.

Hearing the reluctance in Wang Baole's tone, the mask flashed again, and new handwriting appeared.

"If the refined scabbard can reach the extreme, it can surpass the divine soldiers and become the supreme thing, and can absorb the bronze ancient sword on the sun..." Wang Baole laughed immediately after reading it.

"Don't be kidding, miss. You think I'm stupid. I cheated people in exchange for pocket money when I was six years old. Can you say something reliable?"

This time, the mask was silent for a long time, flashed again, and after the handwriting changed again, he told Wang Baole that this scabbard was only the first step, and there would be follow-up skills after refining. At the same time, this treasure belonged to the type of growth accumulation, and a spiritual needle would be born in the scabbard, which would be refined step by step. Sooner or later, the spiritual needle in it would become a spiritual sword, which could cut everything in the world!

"This is a little reliable." Wang Baole looked carefully, although he didn't believe it very much, but he didn't say much for the follow-up skill. After leaving the dream space, he sat there thinking about the formula. He just looked at it briefly before. Now after studying it, he slowly moved.

"It's just a magic tool, but it's so cumbersome. From the first step, it's different. The spirit stone carrying the ripple must not only be colorful, but also be integrated. It can't be separated and pieced together. It needs to condense the colorful spirit stone in the shape of a scabbard?"

Wang Baole was surprised. He became interested and studied again. When he looked up for a long time, his eyes were shocked.

In addition to the requirements for the spirit stone, this magic weapon also has such requirements for the number of wrinkles. In Wang Baole's feeling, the number of wrinkles required exceeds the amount of the ordinary three product spirit treasure, and even there are many arrangements of wrinkles in it. Wang Baole can deduce with a formula, but he does not understand the meaning.

Not to mention that in the level of spiritual blanks, it is equally complex, and the materials in forged materials are also extremely strict. Everything of this kind makes this treasure by no means as simple as a product no matter how you look at it.

But it happens that this is a magic weapon!

"It won't be true that one day, this scabbard has reached the extreme, can you absorb the bronze ancient sword..." Wang Baole thought about it, and thought it was still impossible, but at the moment, he was already very interested in this scabbard, and he also saw that even if it was not as exaggerated as the little sister said, it was obviously a treasure.

"I can even add the beads of the blue spear in the refining process... In this way, it may be possible to integrate these two treasures and have greater power!" When Wang Baole studied beads before, he had the idea that since the beads are a magic weapon, it may be effective to integrate them with a magic weapon.

But there is only one bead. Wang Baole dare not try it easily. At this moment, seeing that the scabbard is not vulgar, he is more excited.

However, he knew that the scabbard was difficult to refine, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he first refined a perfect magic instrument needed to promote soldiers and disciples. According to the list specified by the FA Bing Pavilion, Wang Baole selected it and refined it in this cave.

As time passed, three days passed in a flash. After seven or eight failures, Wang Baole finally refined a perfect magic weapon flying sword. The sword was green, streamed everywhere, and emitted a faint cold. It looked much higher than Wang Baole's previous refining level.

"Cui Ning sword!" As soon as Wang Baole's eyes lit up, he knew that his sword fully met the requirements after comparing it with the list of the FA Bing Pavilion, so he engraved his name on it happily. At the same time, he also sighed that after knowing that this seemingly good sword was in the hands of others, it would be enough to deal with others, but if it was used to deal with himself, then he had a way to break it directly in an instant.

"French soldiers are all chicken thieves." Wangbaole sighed. Chen Yutong told him about it, which is also a hidden rule of all French army divisions in the Federation today.

That's the back door!

When refining magic weapons, every French soldier will leave a back door that only he knows. This tacit rule is set to prevent the magic weapon he makes from becoming his own murder weapon!

Although people don't like and fear, and even occasionally kill themselves and kill their mouths, this is the behavior of the whole industry. The more this is the case, the more it can't be stopped.