The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

When Mo Wen came downstairs in a good mood, Qing Yi had been waiting here for a long time. As a soul emperor who had exhausted her potential, she was not qualified to go up. She had also stayed in Liuli Hall every day, like a golden girl in a cage. Canary, for sale.

In Qing Yi's eyes, Qibao Pavilion is a sacred and dazzling existence, a place that cannot be entered in a lifetime.

The longing in his eyes was accurately captured by Mo Wen. He was waiting for this opportunity. After saying goodbye to Elder Jian, the two of them returned to the five-story building.

Far away, Mo Wen heard a burst of crying, and his heart sank. He quickly pushed the door open and walked in. Sure enough, Ning Rongrong was sitting among a pile of parts, holding her fingers and crying. Dark red blood flowed from her body. Fingertips flowed out.

Being a little annoyed by the crying, Mo Wen's soul power surged under his feet. He pushed away the parts under his feet and came to Ning Rongrong, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining rain. He looked down at her and said, "Okay, don't cry anymore. Don't cry again." In a while, your wound will heal."

As soon as she finished her words, she didn't know what the fuss was about. Ning Rongrong cried even louder. She felt extremely wronged and didn't know how much she had suffered. "Don't worry about me. Mom passed away and dad doesn't care about me anymore." , Grandpa Gu doesn’t care about me anymore, just let me cry to death.”

All of a sudden, Mo Wen knew that the eldest lady had changed her strategy. The previous orders, coquettishness, flattery, and group fights were useless, but today they were replaced by misfortunes. He squatted next to her, looked down at her and said, "Don't be sad. As long as you worship me as your teacher, as the first female disciple under your sect, I will definitely teach you with all my heart, care for you, and love you."

"Humph." Seeing that he was seen through, Ning Rongrong stopped pretending. He retracted his tears instantly, changed his face in seconds, and said arrogantly, "It is impossible to become a disciple. You just take advantage of the battle soul master's fast cultivation speed. You are so tall, even if I jump from Qibao Mountain and fall to my death, I will not be able to accept you as my teacher, just slightly."

He raised his foot and kicked the parts under his feet, but the shoe was punctured instead. He threw the shoe away with a scream. Ning Rongrong looked at Mo Wen aggrievedly, picked up a gear and threw it away, "You are still not a man, you don't know how to If you take care of girls, you will never find a wife in your life.”

He waved his hand to catch the parts, and after putting them away, three black lines hung down from his forehead. Mo Wen didn't know how to speak for a while. He had never seen such a arrogant person before. He waved away the parts at Ning Rongrong's feet and said, "I don't want to bow." I am a teacher, and it seems that you have nothing to do with me at the moment, and the girl I like, well~, I think you have no hope in this life."

There are two conditions in total, good fertility and possession of martial soul fusion skills. Ning Rongrong obviously does not meet the second condition. The two people have had a lot of contact. There is obviously no resonance between the martial spirits. The first condition can be seen as good fertility. The aspect of being easy to raise is somewhat unattainable, and it will be difficult to see the potential in this life.

Douluo mainlanders all grow very fast. Even though Ning Rongrong is only eight years old, she is already close to 1.5 meters tall, with perky buttocks and fair skin. It’s no wonder that there are a group of licking dogs, regardless of the age gap of more than ten years, vying to make copper. pioneer.

"Humph." Turning to glare at Mo Wen, Ning Rongrong crossed her arms and left with heavy steps. Due to the girl's alertness to the sight, she was sure that she must have been disliked just now.

After sending away the difficult young lady, Mo Wen took out three pieces of metal and named them respectively: Holy Gold, Nebula Iron and Pure Spirit Stone. Currently, only Nebula Iron had figured out what to do, so he took back the other two.

Turning his eyes, he saw Qing Yi with dark eyes. Mo Wen raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Qing Yi, do you want to become stronger?"

Qing Yi, who was originally born alone, came to his senses in an instant, looked at his hands, and remembered that Qibao Pavilion was not even qualified to enter, and replied, "I think, but the potential has been exhausted, and the foundation has been filled with medicinal power, and it has become It's so futile and difficult to control soul power, so I can only use soul skills, how else can I become stronger."

"Of course there is." Luuring them for profit is the knowledge of Zonghengdao in the Holy Way of Mind. Mo Wen feels that his practice is not bad. The important thing is how to grasp the needs of the other party. "I have a martial arts in my hands that cultivates my hands." , can teach you. The foundation of emptiness can be healed in a year as long as you follow the matching exercises."

There is no unrewarded effort in the adult world. Qing Yi obviously understands this very well, "What do I need to pay? You and I are both people who sold themselves to the Qibao Glazed Sect, but you are not as thorough as me. I It seems that I have nothing to give you, and you can’t look down on the beauty of the ruined flowers.”

"This depends on your performance." Standing up leisurely, Mo Wen showed a meaningful smile, "Let's go, I'm going to the Zongmen warehouse to find some good metals. Everything in the house is basic parts."

They set off to the sect warehouse. Elder Yang, who was guarding it, was very enthusiastic and held Mo Wen's hands directly. "Hahaha, you are indeed a young talent. After my grandson Yang Shenglong came back yesterday, he was full of praise for you. He is usually very proud. Yes, you also let him see someone else, yes, yes."

"Elder Yang Miao praised it. Yang Shenglong is so talented that he will probably be able to break through to the Soul King soon. The two of us are just competing and learning from each other." Being held by Soul Douluo, it was difficult for Mo Wen to break away. He said with a smile, "Elder Yang, I came here today to find some good materials in the sect warehouse to forge soul guides. I wonder if the elder has any good recommendations."

After letting go of his hands with enthusiasm, Elder Yang stroked his beard and pondered for a while, "It's true. There are a lot of star steel, black ice iron and red copper piled up in the warehouse. The soul power of these metals is very good. I really read it right. You can actually make soul guides, so you don’t need to take up space with these scraps of metal. Simply making armor is such a waste of these things."

"Some rough craftsmanship is also being practiced, and it has achieved some results." Hearing that there was a lot of material, Mo Wen struck while the iron was hot and planned to start forging some cores in the afternoon. "Please also ask the elders to send someone to lead me over and let me get it." Some. The boy's hands are itchy and he wants to forge them quickly."

"Okay, Ning Yong, take Elder Mo Wen to see the metals in the warehouse." He took out the key and opened the door. Elder Yang took care of a young man who should be a core disciple of the auxiliary department of Qibao Glazed Sect.

"Elder Mo Wen, please come with me." The young man Ning Yong was very talkative. He bowed at [-] degrees and walked in first.

"Thank you, elder. Brother Ning, please lead the way." After thanking him, Mo Wen smiled, led Qing Yi and followed Ning Yong into the warehouse.

It is said to be a warehouse, but it is actually a three-story attic. It looks like a treasure pavilion from the outside, but there is a cave inside. On the mahogany shelves, there are treasures one after another, but they are just one or two grades lower than those on Ning Fengzhi.

The metal warehouse is located on the underground floor. As you walk down the stairs, the walls are inlaid with luminous pearls, and the light seems a bit dim.

After several twists and turns, we finally arrived at the place where metals are piled. At present, Douluo Continent has almost no use for the enemies who have these things. They only occasionally use them to make armors for generals and marshals. They also have treasures but don’t know how to use them. .

"Elder Mo Wen, here are the rare metals collected by the sect. Most of them are selected from ordinary ores and are not valuable. The sect leader has said before that you can take them as you like, as long as you register them. "Standing next to him, Ning Yong showed a professional smile and said seriously.

"Thank you." Mo Wen took a step forward, picked up a piece of copper, and injected it with soul power. It circulated at a good speed, and it was high-quality copper. You were welcome. It also filled the entire soul guide with other metals.

When he saw a large cloud shell stone, he threw it into Qing Yi's arms and let her hold it without any pity.

Ning Yong smacked his lips as he watched the series of movements flow smoothly. He diligently recorded the number of things Mo Wen took away, never looking away.

The harvest was full. When he came out of the door, Mo Wen's hands were not idle. He was holding a large box of fire soil, and the hot air hit his face. He was going to use the soil and loess to make a forging furnace.

"You can choose." Elder Yang asked with a squinted smile at the door. He seemed to be concerned about a little bit of ore and soil and wished that Mo Wen could get more. He also sighed in his heart that he was too petty.

"The choice has been made. Please excuse me Elder Yang. I will take my leave first." Mo Wen, who had a great harvest, saw Elder Yang with a smile on his face and lamented that his situation was still small. The big dog was really wealthy, so he was right.

"Go, go." After watching Mo Wen and Qing Yi leave, Elder Yang locked the warehouse door, sat back in his chair, and drank tea in the sun.