The Supreme Master Guiyuan didn't take this seriously, no matter where she went or what she did, he knew it.

For the sake of the ice-based exercises, he looks colder, even though his eyes are softly looking at the words and laughter, and the smile is not very angry. He asks: "Why beat him?"

He had no longer paid attention to the things in Zongmen, so even if the head told him that the disciple of the ice-based spirit root, he never remembered the name.

She smiled and darted into his arms, closed his neck, raised his head, kissed his chin, and stared at him with bright eyes: "Saburo, how about telling you the day I defeat him?"

It was about a spirit fight between young people. He was attracted by her pretty appearance. He never took the matter to heart, reached out, and pinched her hair between her foreheads: "OK."

Afterwards, he touched her forehead with his finger: "This is a mixed embryo that I have nurtured in the consciousness for a few days. I have not yet recognized the Lord. You try to wrap it around with the spirit of the whole body and recognize the Lord. Becomes the weapon you want. "

Mixed Yuan embryos, there are not so many pieces in the whole world, and most of them have given birth to sages, which cannot be found by the immortal, and he gave this easy mixed Yuan Yuan embryo so easily. she was.

Yan Ge nodded, and according to the words of Guiyuan Tianzun, he recognized the hybrid Yuan embryo, and then urged his mind to turn the mixed Yuan embryo into the sword he wanted.

These steps may seem simple, but it took more than ten days to make a song.

For more than ten days, she was standing in place, seemingly falling asleep.

Gui Yuantian respected her, and covered her with her own aura. The wind and rain could not disturb her.

After more than ten days, Yan Ge opened his eyes and immediately reached out and tried to summon his own magic sword.

After all, this mixed-yuan embryo is hard to find, and it has undergone her own mental training.

She had a hunch that this must be a peerless sword.

A black handle slowly appeared in her hand, the handle slowly extended, and the weapon gradually took shape.

But this weapon looks nothing like a sword.

Yan Ge stared at the "weapon" in front of his eyes with a grimace.

Guiyuan Tianzhuang frowned and asked in a suspicious song: "Little song, what is it? What weapon? Why have I never seen it?"

After a pause, he asked, "Don't you want a sword?"

He looked at Yange's expression, guessing that maybe Yange did not guide the mixed Yuan embryo into a sword when the mixed Yuan embryo formed.

Guiming Tianzun is not a sword. In fact, it is nothing. Guiyuan Tianzun immediately comforted the song: "I haven't seen it before. Maybe it's the characteristics of the hybrid embryo. You can try what the magical instrument has."

Yan Song is crying in the heart of the storm.

In particular, after hearing the sound of Gui Yuan Tianzun's instrument being spoken, she almost smashed the instrument in front of her into pieces.

What kind of **** is a shit, what a mixed embryo, what's so special is a wok.

It looks special iron.

Obviously she was thinking about the sword, how could it come out of a wok with a mouthband?

As soon as Yange was about to ask the chicken, he listened to the chicken gently whispering, "Wood, your bricks are advanced? Why is this new look a bit like the red wolf's pot, alas, what is your aesthetic of wood, How did you turn the bricks like this? "

Word song? ? ? ?

She wanted to cry more and more.

Mom, this turned out to be her own instinct! !! !!