Commanding Wind and Cloud

Kill Lei Guangming? Kicking himself up, the vice president of the blacksmith union returned to Xingchen's embrace, and told Fatty Luo Lin how tyrannical and straightforward he was.

But with one kick in the past, what will Master Yunxinghuisheng feel like? Staring at Lei Guangming vigorously and silently, closing his eyes and taking slow, deep breaths, he said in an extremely heavy tone: "Lei Guangming, you should be glad that you are Master Yunxing's apprentice. This time, I won't kill you. But there will never be a next time."

Jun Wudao nodded slowly and laughed in satisfaction, murder? It's a very simple thing, as soon as the hand is raised, the knife falls, and the head comes down. This kind of thing is really nothing to a soldier.

If Lei Guangming really died this time, Yun Xinghuisheng would still be very sad to lose an apprentice who had been teaching for many years. Such a master blacksmith was hit mentally, and his body might collapse very quickly and he would die very quickly.

In that case, it wasn't Lei Guangming who killed him vigorously, but Mr. Yun Xinghuisheng, the head of the blacksmith trade union who had kindness to him and sent him to the throne of the Yongliu Blacksmith Union.

Mature! Jun Wudao was very satisfied that he saw a nephew who had really matured.

"Second Uncle." Going towards Jun Wudao vigorously, "Lend me a few people, people with some combat power. From now on, I will stare at Lei Guangming at every time of the day. If I don't kill him, I can't completely ignore him."

"Okay! No problem." Jun Wudao smiled, and originally wanted to remind him later, did he find a few people to keep an eye on Lei Guangming, but he didn't expect that his nephew had already thought of the same problem.

Lei Guangming sat down in his urine pile, staring blankly at the corpses of all the assassins sent by the Lei family, and murmured to himself: "The Lei family is going to become history..."

"Uncle." Motivatedly walked towards Mugui Wuxin: "The Lei family, we can't stay anymore."

Li De York stepped forward and looked at Qi Jin and raised his right index finger: "A soul weapon that suits me."

"Yes." Mo Jin nodded: "It's just that my current forging success may be a little low, and it will take a while."

Li De York nodded excitedly, there are soul soldiers! I can finally become a saint! Although it still needs to wait for a while, the enthusiasm did agree.

"I mean motivation..." Mu Gui Wuxin's big eyeballs, like a shy girl on a blind date for the first time, kept peeking at the battle-axe soul soldier not far away, which was placed on the ground.

Mo Jin sighed: "I'll keep it for you..."

...

Mu Gui Wuxin didn't intend to move his footsteps, his eyes were still on the soul soldier.

"Hey..." Gan Jin raised his painful arm and waved it twice: "I decide, I will give it to you. You can take it first..."

Mu Gui Wuxin crossed his hands and fingers in front of him, he still didn't move, and still looked at the soul soldier with his eyes.

"Uncle, you don't want me to help you clean up your front now, do you?"

"This..." Mu Gui Wuxin said with a shy face, "If you have time, of course it is now..."

"Now?" Gan Jin looked down at a severely fractured left arm that was almost deformed, and a fractured right arm that was still painful after moving, and finally turned his gaze back to Mu Gui Wuxin's face.

"This..." Mu Gui Wuxin's cheeky skin flushed red, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment with his big hand: "Hehe...in a few days, in a few days...Actually, I'm not in such a hurry..."

Mo Jin sighed. Although this uncle usually has a rough appearance, he is actually very delicate in his heart, but today he made such a hasty and miscalculated decision. It can be seen how attractive the difficulty of becoming a saint is for ordinary soldiers.

Li De York's eyeballs looked at the battle ax of the soul soldier for a while, and stared at Mugui Wuxin for a while. For so many years, he hadn't paid much attention to the president of the Hongliu battle castle and his Hongliu battle castle.

How about the Santo? What about the leader of Yongliu's biggest force? All of these are completely scum in the face of becoming a saint! Not the slightest value!

Becoming a saint is like a huge gate, which has blocked ordinary soldiers from accessing the holy road for so many years, and this layer of restriction was directly blasted by a young man!

His value, in the eyes of blood warriors, may be nothing. But in the eyes of ordinary fighters, especially those who have trained their fighting spirit to a certain height, there is no difference between that and the God of Stars that only exists in legends.

I'm jealous! Li Deyoke felt envious that his eyeballs were about to fall out. Mugui Wuxin, such an ugly fat man, could become a saint in front of me.

"Who is going to die? Can't that old Yunxing Huisheng do it? Even the city lord sent someone to invite him? Don't you know how precious my time is? I still want to study the very deep, very deep field of pharmacy! Gao Shen, do you understand? If, let me know, he is a person of no value, I will poison him to death! Dare to waste my time!"

Not far from the ruin-like courtyard, the sound of extremely irritable complaints floated over the courtyard wall and entered the ears of everyone. He was only about 1.7 meters tall, weighed more than 200 kilograms, and his skin was as white as a smooth boiled egg. He was wearing a coarse gray gown, and walked into the courtyard with a displeased expression on his face.

Li Litot followed with a wry smile on his face, saying in his heart that this is also a leader-level figure of a big force in Eternal Flow City, his status is comparable to that of Chairman Yun Xing, why is his temper so rude and barbaric? Not at all like Lord Yunxing, who always gives people an indescribable elder demeanor?

Li De York put away the envy on his face, and walked towards the fat old man with a smile on his face. The two forces that soldiers dislike to offend the most are pharmacists and blacksmiths, especially blacksmiths and pharmacists with high standards. They should not be easily offended.

"President Siluoyin." Li Deyock stepped forward and greeted with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days. I heard that you are researching very advanced potions. I shouldn't bother you, but this time there is really no way. You are the master of the city who claims to be able to pull people back to the world from the arms of the stars."

Si Luoyin's irritable face became three points less irritable, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile of enjoyment, and the unhappiness in his heart suddenly decreased by a few points. In the entire Eternal Flow City, how many people can hear such flattery from the city lord? Cool!

"Study some small potions, just small potions." Si Luoyin put away and hugged and enjoyed, looked at the sky with blurred eyes, raised his hand and wiped his blond messy hair: "The subject of potions is as wide and deep as the sea, and I only got a drop of water in it."

Mo Jin couldn't help laughing out loud, this Si Luoyin obviously just wanted to pretend to be emotional, what he really saw from his face was that I was the number one pharmacist in the Zhence Dynasty.

"Who is laughing!"

Si Luoyin's blurred eyes instantly became no longer blurred, and a bit of fierce light jumped in his pupils. He was intoxicated with the feelings of a pharmacist here, and there was someone in this world who made a mockery?

"Are you laughing?" Si Luoyin squinted his eyes and stared at Qian Jin: "You're so hurt, can you still laugh?"

Si Luoyin didn't understand very much. When soldiers saw the performance of the pharmacist, they would act like the city lord. Why this kid...

"Forget it! You're injured so badly, so I won't bother you with this problem." Si Luoyin waved his hand, as if sweeping away all the unhappy troubles in the air, and looked closely at it carefully: "The left arm is broken to this point? And the right arm... the inside of the body... You didn't die, didn't you faint?"

die? Fainted? Mo Jin reluctantly moved his lips twice. It really hurts, but it doesn't hurt to the point of fainting, right? Compared with Teacher Olala's new volcanic potions, this pain is really not a big problem.

Si Luoyin looked at Mo Jin in surprise. Many of the fighters were tough guys. He knew this very well, but with such a serious injury, he was still able to stand without even moaning. Does this kid have a problem with his sense of pain?

Motivated nose sniffed vigorously in the air a few times, frowned and pondered for a few seconds: "Master President... I have a few words, I don't know if I should ask, should I say it?"

Si Luoyin raised his eyebrows, what did you say? Do you want to ask me how long it will take to heal?

"If you want to ask how long it will take for me to heal your injury, let me tell you. With such a serious injury, you don't even think about it within two months."

two months! Li Deyock clicked his tongue twice, he is indeed the president of the pharmacy union in Eternal Flow City! With such a serious injury, it only takes two months to recover?

"I don't want to ask this." He smiled wryly, "I just want to ask, what do you want to do when you put bitterwood grass, snake gall of a two-headed snake, lion's string grass, 30-year-old iron apricot, jujube fruit that matures every seven years, and fish eyes of guimu fish..."

Li De York looked at the other people beside him in confusion, what exactly is he talking about? Why read a bunch of potion materials?

Si Luoyin looked like an expert speaking, as if he had been petrified, and his muscles were completely won on his face. With a pair of not too big eyes, he stared blankly at the energy, and subconsciously pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, which were thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

This... this... how is this possible!

Si Luoyin stared blankly at his motivation. He had been soaking in the pharmacy room all year round, and his body was full of the smell of pharmacy materials.

Years of pharmacy work, hundreds or even thousands of pharmacy materials have already entered the clothes, want to distinguish them?

Si Luoyin believed, let alone those useless members of the guild! Even if you are yourself, you can't achieve this ability to distinguish! This kid... Did this kid peek at me dispensing new potions?

"Do you want to make a new bone-building potion?" Mo Jin frowned at Si Luoyin: "Or do you want to make a dual-ability potion? It can strengthen bones and increase eyesight at the same time?"