After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Li Mo couldn't help but say with disappointment.

"What kind of horizontal martial arts?" Ying Bing frowned even deeper.

Is this still slow?

She didn't know the word Versailles, but when she saw Li Mo say such words with a sad face, she still felt weird in her heart, and her little feet couldn't help but have the urge to kick him.

But he was also afraid that Li Mo would be happy instead of surprised.

"The kind that requires the tempering of tribulations."

Of course, you cannot talk about the basics of your martial arts to outsiders.

But Xiao Li is telling the truth.

"Temptation through adversity..."

After summarizing the contents of "Eight-Nine Profound Art", Li Mo found that Bingtuozi lowered his eyes and pondered.

Yes, Bingtuozi hasn’t found out her bottom line yet - referring to her martial arts attainments.

"Bingtuozi, do you have any ideas to speed up our progress?"

"For martial arts like this, you have to take it one step at a time. You usually can't take shortcuts."

Ying Bing looked away with her almond-shaped eyes and spoke softly.

"But I'll help you think about it."

She...decided to try out the strength of the Robbery Jade herself first.

She wasn't as physically strong as Childish Ghost, but she knew her limits better than he did and wouldn't hurt herself easily.

“So don’t press it yet…”

"?"

Li Mo looked down and leaned back slightly. When did his hand get under the quilt? !

"I don't know what's fun, but I won't get tired of it."

Ying Bing pursed her lips expressionlessly.

"Then let's change it next time."

"Ah."

"Put this on and press it again."

Li Mo took out a few things from his sleeves and placed them all on the bed.

"?"

Ying Bing took a look and her fingertips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

They are all made of black yarn socks, including long and light-weight styles, pantyhose, and fishnet suspenders...

"Are there any shops here...run by people from southern Xinjiang?" Ying Bing asked expressionlessly.

"No, this is my latest casting achievement!"

Little Li Junzi had a serious and upright expression, and a hint of pride in his cheerfulness. He didn't seem to be feeling guilty at all.

"As everyone knows, Black Cloud Yarn is a very difficult material to refine, yet it has a wide range of applications. Many soft armors, inner armors, and nightwear are made of this material."

"What's even more difficult is purifying the material. All the impurities in the black gold must be removed before pure black cloud gold can be obtained."

"Then, extremely precise forging techniques are required to draw the dark cloud gold into yarn. Not a single step can go wrong, which puts the craftsman's skills to the highest test."

"I like to challenge myself, so naturally I have to choose the most difficult one!"

"Apparently, it's difficult to make socks out of black cloud yarn!"

"Try it now, this is the culmination of my craftsmanship!"

Young Master Li had a righteous look on his face as he took out a sling fishing net.

What seems to be burning in his eyes is...the spirit of craftsmanship?

Anyway, he believed it himself.

"..."

Ying Bing's eyes trembled slightly, and her gaze moved from her socks to her curled toes, which seemed a little itchy.

"Li Mo, maybe not."

"why?"

"I feel like after I wear it, it will suddenly disappear like the previous few pieces of underwear. Do you know what's going on?"

"!"

.......

The next day.

Tianshan Sword Manor is ethereal and magnificent, with huge crowds of people.

In front of the gate of Jianzhuang, there were carriages and horses like dragons, and people like rain. These were all craftsmen from all over the nine heavens and ten earths, who wanted to make a splash at the weapon-casting conference.

If their weapons can shine in the hands of a potential genius, they will become famous.

Blacksmiths also desire fame. Only with fame will there be a steady supply of precious materials delivered to their doorsteps, asking them to forge them. Only with fame will they have status, money, and everything they pursue.

pity.

No matter what kind of competition it is, as long as it has something to do with fame and fortune, it seems to develop in a strange direction.

"Hahaha, after three years, Lao Zhao, how come you're still a skinny dog?"

"What's the use of your big muscles? They're all dead muscles. What good can they do?"

"Old Hu, you're not taking any banned drugs, are you? Don't take that Shenli Powder thing. Too much is bad for your brain."

"Hmm? That kid, could it be that he's here to participate as well?"

"This little guy with small arms and legs, isn't he some noble family's son here to join in the fun?"

"Damn it! I've grown so big, but why can't I attract women? Do they only like those weak and frail young men?"