Chapter 1137

The premise of all this is that the ancient leader should ensure that he has no worries. The fastest and most effective way to make the disciples strong is to upgrade their skills and weapons.

Half an hour passed quickly, "Ding, the refining is finished."

When the system prompted the sound, the ancient headmaster stopped what he was doing and took out a cool wind crossbow. The overall shape of the crossbow is green. If you look carefully, you can see the fine lines on it. The crossbow is brown and black like a tree trunk.

The left arm of the ancient bell clenched the bow and crossbow, aiming at the position of the ceiling, gently pulled the right hand on the crossbow mechanism, and the ancient headmaster's ears moved. The wind element quickly condensed into a short arrow in the mechanism at the center of the crossbow.

"Whew, whew --"

the three short arrows dragging the tail of the breeze were deeply shot into the stone slab with complicated patterns at a very fast speed, until they were not half way in, and the three short arrows were neatly inverted on the head of the ancient headmaster.

The smile on the ancient leader's face was solidified. He threw the cool crossbow in his hand to one side. He could not even shoot through the stone slab. It was too chicken ribs.

If I run into a stronger spirit beast, I'm afraid I can't even shoot through the skin of others.

This is the middle class weapon? This is it?

Six thousand handles have been refined for nothing. They are used to beat birds' eggs at most.

Although the Qingfeng crossbow doesn't show too strong attack power, it is mostly related to the low concentration of wind elements in the space where the ancient bell is located, and also to the fact that the ancient headmaster's appeal to the wind element is not very strong. If the Tang Wu came, its power would be increased a lot.

Even so, it still can't change the ancient leader's evaluation of this weapon - chicken ribs, which has no effect.

What he wanted was a weapon suitable for most of his disciples, not a toy that was sometimes useful and sometimes useless.

Master Gu closed his eyes powerlessly. Can you say At this level Intermediate weapons and can't meet the needs of the sect?

In fact, the needs of the ancient sect can not be met.

When the ancient headmaster felt tired, a heavy sniffing voice came from his ear, "step on..."

In front of the surge, a small figure climbed up the desk in front of the ancient clock, the ancient clock suddenly realized what.

Fiercely together, he saw a milky figure lying on the desk, with his buttocks facing him. He had a long silvery hair and leaned his head against the wind crossbow discarded by the ancient headmaster.

Nose efforts to smell the smell above, and then pinch the nose, said: "master, this what ah, good stink, stink dead in vain."

Master Gu turned his eyes and thought that this guy was asleep?

Stink, stink. Forget it.

"Come here Don't make trouble. "

The old headmaster, who was in a depressed mood, didn't want to talk to the little fart child more. He carried him from the desk to the air like a chicken.

Dancing in vain, I couldn't escape from the master's claws.

"Well -- master, you've caught your white hair. It's so painful."

"Woo hoo, it's so painful. Woo woo..."

Ear is the noisy noise of girls, the heart is this day down the accumulation of innumerable resentment.

Now the ancient leader is like a bomb that may explode at any time, but unless he makes up his mind to let her live and die for nothing, he can only bear this anger.

Yu Guang cast a glance at the white and exquisite face, as well as the expression of eating pain that makes people heartache.

Don't say it is cruel to abandon it, the strength of her body is subconsciously relaxed.

Frankly speaking, she is also a life. They have master servant contract. There is no master's thing to lose his contract animal.

In the end, the ancient headmaster convinced himself and threw it back on the desk in vain. He said, "I'm bored. Would you stop fighting? Let me be quiet for a while."

White muddleheaded blink eyes, if really the lips closed, no longer speak.

But climbed to the ancient leader's side, with her small face rubbed against the ancient leader's stomach, to show comfort.

Bai Bai's small movements made the old master's feeling of boredom disappear. Bai Bai was a contract animal who knew his mind and felt that his mood was calmed down.

With her eyes shining, she flew over and held the smelly "breeze crossbow". The ancient leader found her move and didn't stop her. Anyway, it was a toy. Let's give it to this little guy.

"HISHI..."

She touched the wind crossbow with her little hand. I don't know when, in her palm, a milky white beam of light was lit up. Strange but gentle forces diffused from the white palm and merged with the wind crossbow.

Seeing this scene, the ancient clock could no longer sit still. He stood up directly, his eyes widened, and his mouth was long enough to plug a fist.

In my mind, there are four big words - "magic power".

This Is it the magic power that is possessed by the soul of the living??"Gulu..."

"Gulu..."

The milky white light touches the surface of the crossbow and emits the sound of evaporation bubbles. The gray black gas comes out from the surface of the crossbow.

The turquoise surface gradually becomes transparent, showing a jade like light. Under the illumination of the white light beam, the breeze crossbow is in the white hands, reaching a kind of appearance that does not belong to the middle class.

Finally, the black gas disappears, and the white beam of white hands turns on the breeze crossbow, and then returns to her palms.

"Whew --"

white and close to smell, smooth and clean face showed a very enjoyable expression.

Intoxicated said: "good smell ~ ~" the girl's hand is not a weapon, but a delicious incomparable dish. The white cheeks glowed with joy, and a pair of eyes also released a ripple of crystal light.

The ancient clock this just awakes from like a dream in the state to wake up, Leng God's front desk, way: "white, what are you doing?"

In fact, witnessing the whole process of the ancient clock, I had a guess in my heart. As he expected, he still shook his head so foolishly, "I don't know, it's too smelly. I want to make it more fragrant."

"Ask it again. Does it stink?"

The ancient clock took out a piece of the lowest quality dark iron ore and held it to the white white, as if afraid that she could not smell clearly, and wanted to send it to her nose again.

Who knows he just took it out, white as if touched by electricity, like a rabbit jumped from the table on the body of the ancient clock, buried his head in the arms of the ancient clock.

"It stinks, master," he yelled. "Take it away. It will stink in vain."

Said that, the ancient bell really felt the white breath more and more weak, as if about to faint in general.

Is it possible that she said "it will stink to death" Not joking, but really?

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