The Portal of Wonderland

Inside the house.

The black elders and elders closed their eyes, and Jin Xiaoyu walked to the front of a futon in front of him and sat down.

In the face of the black magic door repaired by the highest power, Jin Xiaoyu seems to be unconstrained, even without the respectful respect of the squad.

"You stole my 乾元丹, why did you go, you can't use this remedy." The elders didn't blink and opened their mouths.

"I have sent people. A district of Yuanyuan Dan, with my grandfather's technique, you are not a slap in the face." Jin Xiaoyu said quite disdainfully.

"Speaking of this, this stone animal has some meaning. I thought he was dead in the wild, and he could not come back." The elders opened their eyes and turned their heads, which seemed to be profound.

"I thought he was dead, so you have not announced to the door that he has made great achievements in the battle of the barbarian. He has improved this time so fast, the sects do not pay attention to it. I will help you to do this, you How can I reward me?" Jin Xiaoyu snorted.

"You have to reward me for stealing my remedy? I don't think that you will care about a male disciple for no reason. But he can get bigger than the first, but it is quite unexpected." I looked at it and some said it was not good.

"Hey, he is so desperate and wants to fight for the first time. It is nothing more than trying to make himself famous. He can deserve to be on the snow of Ximen... I thought this kid was a ghost, I don’t think there is any potential to impact the innate." The briefing between Tianyin's prostitute and Shimu was briefly described.

"Oh, this is the case. So count down, the 30-year period is almost coming, Xueer talent is different, Zhizhi is not in this projectile... You can be considered painstaking." The elders revealed a sudden realization Looked at Kim Xiao-soo with a smile and a smile.

"You said that you don't interfere with me, talk about it! I don't care, this time I want to lead the team, even if it is a reward for me. I don't want to see Cher again!" Jin Xiaoyu loudly.

"Promise you can also... but you have to promise me first. Regardless of the outcome, you have to give me some seriousness when you come back." The elders were slightly addicted.

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The second day, Dongfuzhong.

Shi Mu sits at the stone table in the living room. In the middle of the hand, playing a red-black sinister, his face was full of thoughts.

After a while, his fingertips flashed white light and flashed, and the black inflammation in his hand disappeared.

Shi Mu grew up and strode outside the cave.

After half an hour.

Shi Mu stood in front of a small attic. In the space ring in his hand, there are more than 108 black inflammation orders, of which 60 are the one-year cultivation resources that he can receive after he becomes a class A disciple.

Of course, blood stasis is more, there are hundreds of tablets.

The next moment, he turned and walked toward the Lingbi Pavilion.

Soon, there were forty-eight black inflammation orders in his space ring, and twelve first-order Lingshi.

After half an hour, in the hall of the Temple of the Spirit.

After a large mahogany table. A triangular eye, the gray-robed old man with a pointed-nosed monkey, put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at the stone grazing just entering the temple door with a slight thought.

This person was the Sun An who was registered as a warlock apprentice for Shi Mu.

"Kids, I can't think of you not only have a lot of talent, but also the martial arts are not weak. You can beat Duan Qianli and Mo Ning in one fell swoop. Oh, good!" Sun An looked up and down with a quirky color. Slightly bowed.

"Sun Shishu has a reputation!" Shi Mu Gong.

"It's good to say that you are good. What are you humble! Let's talk, what's the matter here today?" Sun An said with a strange look, he said unceremoniously.

"Sun Shishu, the disciple is here this time. I want to exchange some of the warlock's classics." Shi Mu knew the other person's temper, and did not care, slightly smiled.

"Oh, come with me, these warlocks are not cheap. But you have the first grade of the kid, the black inflammation is almost enough." The old man in gray robes nodded. Get up and walk to the back of the temple.

Shi Mu quickly followed up.

After a moment of hard work, the Lingfa Temple was in an underground stone room.

Shi Mu patrolled in a wooden frame, and soon he found a gray jade slip.

There is a smile on Shi Mu’s face. This jade slip is recorded in Yun Yu.

"Sun Shishu, the disciple wants to exchange the last ten layers of this magical technique. I don't know how many black inflammations are needed?" Shi Mu came to the door with a gray jade, and asked the old man in gray.

"Hey, your boy's tone is not small, this is a total of ninety black inflammation orders on the tenth floor after surgery. Can you think about it?" Sun An glanced at Shi Mu's hand and looked expressionless.

Shi Mu's face changed slightly, and the price of Yun Shen was far more than he imagined. More than one-third of the black sputum in his storage ring was lost in the blink of an eye.

Shi Mu nodded in some meat pains, handed the gray jade to Sun An, and looked back carefully before returning to the wooden frame.

The two moments passed away. When Shi Mu left the Temple of the Spirit, the black inflammation in the dust mites was only a quarter of the original.

However, his eyes are full of excitement.

In addition to the last ten layers of meditation, he also found a "Xuan Fu Miao" that records the middle-level spells. With his cultivation of the now-ordered warlocks, he can begin to enlighten.

Not to mention the amount of material needed to cultivate this mid-level symbol, the amount of black inflammation in exchange for this classic is also an astronomical figure for ordinary disciples.

No wonder that the warlocks are far more powerful than the warriors, but the importance of the warlocks to the Zongmen is self-evident.

Shi Muzhu touched the dust ring in his hand, thinking in his heart.

After a meal, Shi Mu appeared on the second floor of the Tibetan Classical Pavilion.

What makes him a little surprised is that he is not the fat man who is like a meat mountain, but a 40-year-old man with a strange face, who is looking forward to a yellowish look. Book roll.

The table on which the parrot was placed was also empty, making it quite unfamiliar.

"Predecessors, I want to go to the Blood Classic Court in exchange for a practice, but also hope that the seniors provide convenience." Shi Mu went to the first two steps, arched.

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After an hour, Shi Mu has returned to his own cave, and there is a red jade in his storage ring.

What is recorded in this jade slip is the "Red Dragonfly Fire" that he gave up when he first came to the blood chamber. So he thought that there was more than enough black inflammation, but there was little left.

At this time, he sat on the bed, his face flashed a trace of doubt.

Just now, in the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures, he also checked some of the books on the medicinal herbs recorded in the door. After careful comparison, he found that the medicinal herbs given by Jin Xiaoyu were indeed 乾元丹, and their preciousness was never under the Qinggan fruit. .

He didn't want to understand what it was, and let Jin Xiaoyu be willing to send such precious medicine to himself.

Shi Mu shook his head and stopped thinking about it for a while. He took out the jade slip of the "Red Fire" and put it on his forehead.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and took off the jade, and suddenly stood up, picked up the meteor hammer and the black iron knife on the ground, and walked out of the Dongfu.

Speaking of it, on the day he got the dust mite, he wanted to include the two. As a result, for some reason, he could hold the dust ring of all things, but there was no reaction in front of the black knife and the iron.

As a result, Shi Mu had to continue to carry on his body.

After half an hour, the 13th Peak Bluestone Square, Zhao's Blacksmith Shop.

"Master Shi Mu, how come you come to my shop, come and come, please come in!" Zhao Ping is in the store to take care of the business, as soon as he sees Shi Mu walked in, hurriedly greeted with a smile Go up.

"Zhao Xiong does not have to call me why the master, or call me Shi Mu." Shi Mu smiled and said.

There are still one or two guests and buddies in the shop. At this moment, they are curiously watching the stone shepherd.

Shi Mu is now in the Dark Lord, no one knows no one, but he always thinks that it is low-key, rarely appearing outside, and it has aroused the interest of others.

"Shi Shixiong is polite, you are now our black magic door master, dare to let go in the squatting! There are some noisy outside, you should have some things to look for, let's talk about it inside." Zhao Ping is very eye-catching, so to say.

Shimu nodded, and the two immediately came to a living room in the blacksmith shop.

"Zhao Xiong, I have something to do here. I want to ask you to build a weapon for me." Shi Mu said directly to the mountain.

He said, he took the black iron knife and the meteor hammer and placed it in front of Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping saw the crack on the black iron knife, his eyes moved, and then he saw the black stone in the meteor hammer. The look was even more changed. He stood up.

"This...this is..." Zhao Ping’s words were stuttering and his face was a little excited.

"It seems that I guessed it. This is what I accidentally found outside. I looked at the material similar to the black iron knife and brought it back." Shi Mu said.

"Yes, this is the smashing iron that I found at the beginning, but I only got a piece bigger than the fist, which is much smaller than the stone brother." Zhao Pingping regained his emotions and said .

"Does Zhao Brother have any other understanding of this thing? In addition to the weight change, there seems to be some other abnormalities." Shi Mu asked, moving.

"What's the difference? What does Shi Shixiong mean?" Zhao Ping asked in surprise.

"No, there is nothing." Shi Mu hesitated for a moment, shook his head, did not say that the iron can not be collected into the dust ring.

"This time outside the door, the black iron knife was damaged in a battle, just got another piece of iron, so I asked Zhao Xiong to re-create a weapon for me." Shi Mu said, and turned.

"This is naturally no problem, but what is the stone brother's requirements for weapons?" Zhao Ping saw Shimu open the topic, did not ask, laughed.

Shi Mu took a picture from his arms and painted a structure diagram of a long knife weapon.

The appearance is quite similar to that of a knife, but the long knife can be split and the cutter head and the handle are separated.

The cutter head and the black iron knife are almost the same, and the handle is a three-foot short stick. (To be continued.)