Chapter 227: Shame

On the third night, Zhu Minglang finally invited Mr. Jinli.

Mr. Koi has no interest in casting art, it swims leisurely, talking about how to maximize the improvement of Heicang Tyrannosaurus.

Ever since Zhu Minglang's spiritual domain was reshaped and he was able to brew spiritual energy by himself, the one who benefited the most was Big Black Fang.

Because of the residual dragon, Shenmu Qingshenglong can no longer advance to the full stage, and can only make changes through acquired efforts.

Both the Sword Spirit Dragon and the Bingchen White Dragon are at the Monarch level, even with a hundred times the growth rate, their improvement is still slow.

After all, their current cultivation is close to those of the ten thousand-year-old holy spirits.

One month of nourishment is indeed equivalent to ten years of cultivation, but ten years is still drizzle compared to ten thousand years of foundation cultivation.

Big Black Fang is different.

What it lacks is the year, this month's nourishment, it is equivalent to ten years of cultivation, it is only a dragon general itself, but its cultivation base has improved significantly, and it is vaguely about to break through to the master level!

Ever since he had money, Zhu Minglang has never been stingy with Big Black Fang. The meat he eats is the best thousand-year-old monster meat, and the spiritual resources used for strengthening have never been cut off. As long as he digests it, he will continue superior.

Mr. Koi saw this, and was already making plans for the next evolution of Tyrannosaurus Lei Cang.

"Mr. Koi, I'm ready to turn on the furnace." Zhu Minglang said.

"Let's open the way, let's open the way. Is it possible that I want Master Yu to show you a fish jumping move at this time when the sea flowers are blooming?" Mr. Koi said angrily.

It is a dignified koi.

Not a tool these stupid humans use for their luck!

The one who hates using herself as a mascot the most, Zhu Minglang is no exception!

As soon as the stove was turned on, Zhu Minglang took out the Feather Dragon Armor that he had finished. It is strange to say that, according to those strange books, once a certain treasure is released from the oven, it will basically emit a light that is difficult to look directly at, making it even more rippling. With colorful auspicious clouds like holy flowers...

Why is this dragon armor not so cool?

Did you fail to inject the inscription pattern yourself?

Then this armor is worthless.

Zhu Minglang was a little bit cautious, and took this dragon armor, which looked like nothing special except its whiteness, in his hand, and then let Bingchen Bailong, who was beside him with bright eyes, try it on.

Whether it is good or not, you will know when you wear it.

Dragon armors are all connected to the soul, and they are not put on like those soldiers and giant war beasts.

After completing the certification, Zhu Minglang made Xiaobai Qi transform into a battle form, and summoned this Feiyu dragon armor!

The Bingchen White Dragon stretched out its feathers and dragon wings, and the noble fluff on its body fluttered gracefully. As the Bingchen White Dragon raised its head, a blazing sun-like sacred flower appeared on its body, shining so brightly that Zhu Minglang almost Can't keep my eyes open!

Immediately afterwards, there was an incomparably gorgeous brilliance, and pieces of white holy feathers were born from the holy flowers, such as the purest snow silver, the most perfect diamond crystals, all of which were attached to the body of the Bingchen White Dragon, embellishing the sky. Layers upon layers of secondary feathers further embellished Bingchen Bailong's vigorous and vigorous body into a majestic and majestic aura, exuding an aura dominated by glaciers! !

Zhu Minglang slowly widened his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

There is really a light that blinds my eyes, and there is really a top-notch holy flower, which means that the injection of the inscription pattern is successful, and at least one of the five parts of the wings, feathers, claws, tail, and body has attached effects!

Mr. Koi, who was muttering on the sidelines, was also attracted by this Feiyu dragon armor, and felt that its fish eyes were reflected as bright as pearls.

"Little holy product!"

"Could it be that Master Yu really has good luck?"

"Why can a half-baked caster be able to forge a small holy product?"

Mr. Koi looked at Zhu Minglang, and then at the truly amazing holy armor dragon suit on Bingchen Bailong.

"Probably this is talent." Zhu Minglang tasted the finished product happily.

Get rid of his metaphysics and superstitions, he is a genius who is unique in ten thousand years, whether it is sword repair or herding dragons, forging can be easily controlled!

"Young Master, Young Master." Outside the forging room, Junior Sister Wanfeng's voice resounded crisply.

"What's the matter, Junior Sister Wanfeng, came to see me so late?" Zhu Minglang opened the heavy door and asked a little puzzled.

"The three masters of Zonglin have already agreed, and they will be able to enter the Miaoshan Sword Sect tomorrow. They told me that Mr. Zhu has been concentrating on the art of casting for the past few days. They are afraid that you will delay the time to go up the mountain, so they came here to tell you. " Junior Sister Wanfeng said.

"I see, thank you, Junior Sister Wanfeng." Zhu Minglang said.

"Young Master Zhu, don't stay here for too long. You'd better keep your spirits up. After all, our Misty Mountain Sword Sect dislikes men very much. After you go up the mountain, you will naturally be provoked by many sword masters, not to mention you are the Remote Mountain Sword Sect... ..." Junior Sister Wanfeng reminded kindly.

After finishing speaking, Junior Sister Wanfeng left. Although she was a little curious about what Zhu Minglang was forging, she still didn't poke her head in to see.

Zhu Minglang closed the heavy door, and once again admired the temperament of Bingchen Bailong, the master of the glacier, with a smile on his face.

"It's just right, tomorrow we can avenge our shame!" Zhu Minglang said.

Concubine Wen Ling!

Back then when he was young, his cultivation base was defeated, he was humiliated and defeated, and he was beaten with the back of a sword until his whole body was bruised.

Now I am no longer the little sword repairman I was back then!

"Yu~~~~" Bingchen Bailong also called out.

"You haven't forgotten that arrogant woman, have you?" Zhu Minglang said to Xiaobai.

How could Xiaobai keep nodding his head.

If it was only the middle rank, Zhu Minglang knew that it would be difficult to defeat Concubine Wen Ling, but with this sacred dragon armor, Xiao Bai should be able to compete with the upper rank.

It is indeed possible for Concubine Wen Ling to reach Zhu Xuehen's realm in the future, but she still needs several years of precipitation.

It is impossible for the current her to have the perverted strength of Zhu Xuehen who is undefeated below the king level.

Of course, Zhu Minglang also knew that entering the Miaoshan Sword Sect this time was not for the purpose of venting the evil spirit of the past.

The main one is the ancient lamp jade.

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The Miaoshan Sword Sect is located on the Miaoshan Mountain in the west of the kingdom.

At the foot of this mountain, there is a town closely connected with the capital of the country. The town is very quiet, with blue bricks and tiles, surrounded by green water. You can see some women who also wear gauze hats. They wear clothes with the style of other ethnic groups. The colors are gorgeous, like blooming mountain flowers, each with its own splendor and charm.

Passing through this Qingshan town, you can see the sect of the Miaoshan Sword Sect. It is also very grand, like an ancient villa palace. The long and high bluestone steps lead to different small peaks, tall green wood, mahogany, The sword pavilion, sword hall, and sword hall built by Zimu are looming among the forest leaves in the distance.

"Uncle, isn't our villa a bit shabby?" The female swordsman named Shao Ying said in a low voice.

"Miao country is rich, and the world knows it. Don't care about these details. Only high swordsmanship is worth yearning for!" Wu Feng said with a straight face.