I preach with black technology

Chapter 21

Lu Yan's move just now directly calmed down the four people present.

Ying Sanliang didn't know the difference, but it was okay, but it was the first time he saw someone who could catch lightning with his bare hands, not only was he not injured, but he also scattered the thunder, which made him almost lose his grip on the natal sword in his hand.

But Taoist Yiyue and Po Jun knew that this thunder was not an ordinary thunder, but the ultimate elemental space made by Lu Yan himself.

To be honest, other Lei Luyan might be afraid of it out of courtesy, even if it was a freshly released tribulation thunder that fell when he just crossed the tribulation, none of them had touched Lu Yan yet.

Just so fearless.

Taoist Yiyue came to Lu Yan's side. He was born like an original resident of Houtucheng. He patted Lu Yan on the shoulder: "Xiao Bupo is so powerful, there are successors to my God's Creation Sect!"

The swordsmith's strength is fundamentally different from that of ordinary monks, and Lu Yan staggered on the spot when he was lightly patted by a Taoist priest.

The young city lord, who was covered in electricity, carefully stretched out his hand, and in his palm were a few popcorns that had been blown by the electricity, Bai Yingying lay in her hand, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong again, this is for you, it's delicious!"

Lu Yan recognized this popcorn as Lingmi No. [-] cultivated by him. The Lingzhi space is now the most popular among monks. After all, rice contains spiritual power and is easy to cultivate. It can be used repeatedly until the spirit stones are exhausted. It can be eaten for a month or two, which is much cheaper than a bigu pill that can only last for three days.

The two-meter-tall Young City Lord was pitiful and did not dare to approach. Because of the thunder and lightning, the people around the sword-making shop moved out temporarily, and even the apprentice of Taoist Yue also left, fearing that he might be injured.

Lu Yan has always been soft and not hard, the gloves he wore to conceal his special physique appeared, he directly grabbed the popcorn from the hands of the young city lord, and said with a straight face on purpose: "There will be no next time!"

The young city master gave a "wow", stared at the glove with sparkling eyes, and nodded heavily: "Okay!"

Lu Yan threw a popcorn into his mouth, smash it and taste it.

Jie Lei burst out quite crispy, but unfortunately no sugar was added.

**

The Young City Lord of Houtu City is a fool.

Elder Pojun said so.

This is not a personal attack, but Yuan Chi, the young city lord of Houtu City, who is born with a little sense.

"When the city lord's wife was pregnant, she was accidentally involved in the battlefield, and was chopped off by a Leilingen monk to give birth prematurely," said Pojun Pojun, the elder, who was sitting on a low stool boldly, not at all the demeanor that Qiong Gufeng had when he was discussing Daoism. The clothes and arms were covered with traces of electric shock, and it was obvious that a lot of effort was spent to contain the thunder and lightning on Yuan Chi's body, "The monk Lei Linggen claimed to be the King of Thunder and Lightning, and caused trouble everywhere, and was later chased and killed by the Lord Houtu thousands of miles away. Fortunately, Yuan Chi was born in Ping An, but his soul was unstable and he lacked a sense, so angry that the city lord scolded Dharma King of Thunder every day at home, these two idiots learned nothing else but the word Dharma King of Thunder."

Lu Yan held a top-quality spirit stone in both hands, and was in no hurry to take back the storage bag, acting as a shelf to make the uninformed casual practitioner Ying three or two drooling to his heart's content.

Uncle Yiyue is a real person. His sword-making shop is called "Shen Haohua Zong Yiyue Sword Making Shop".

There are large and small sword combinations lined up on the wall, and the blades reflect light, which shows that the owner cherishes them very much.

The fifth senior brother of the last generation of the Divine Good Fortune Sect, Yiyue Taoist is not as gloomy as the third Taoist pecking, nor is he shameless like the fourth Taoist Yichen, nor is he like the youngest Taoist who looks like a banished man when he asks. Fairy look.Taoist Yiyue is much more lively, his loud voice can be heard from a mile away, he doesn't give gifts to others, he only gives money.

For example, the top-quality spirit stone that Lu Yan was holding was a meeting gift given to his nephew by Taoist Yiyue.

Ying wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth in twos and twos, his eyes turned green with envy, and tried his best to keep his Taoist heart from grabbing the glowing top-quality spirit stone with his sinful hands: "Do you still accept people from the Divine Creation Sect? Don't do anything else, let me rub you, Master Yue!"

In the corner, Yuan Chi's exposed skin also had electric shock marks. He tried his best to shrink himself in a small isolation formation. After a long time, the formation will disintegrate, crackling and indiscriminately discharging along the various conductive metals in the sword casting shop.

Po Jun hated him for not fighting: "I have lived for hundreds of years and I have never seen someone who can't even control their spiritual roots. It's really strange!"

Yuan Chi nestled obediently, as if he couldn't hear what Po Jun was saying, thunder and lightning rose from his feet to the top of his head one by one, and his hair stood upright, blowing into an unruly afro.

It's a bit like when I first met Senior Sister Fuyi.

Lu Yan was distracted listening to Po Jun's nagging, while observing the young city lord.

Po Jun's complexion changed, he cleared his throat, and naturally turned to Lu Yan and said, "No Po, do you have any way to teach those two idiots how to control it?"

Cooperate here and wait.

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and looked over, "I'm not Lei Lingen."

Elder Po Jun traveled to Central Continent for ten years, a heart of glass turned into a diamond after repeated beatings, such a small amount of eyes could not penetrate Po Jun's thick skin: "To be honest, Yuan Chi saved my life before he saved my life. I bought the ultimate elemental space to wash his spiritual roots, and if he doesn’t break the little friend’s genius, maybe there is some way, and if there is any dirty work in the future, the uncle will do it for you!!”

Lu Yan thought for a while, and said slowly: "I really have a way."

The ultimate element space was created by Lu Yan, and he knows the pros and cons of it clearly. The first element of the ultimate seventh gold is sharp, and Fuyi is a sword repairer. She enjoys this sharpness more than the pain that would be imposed on her body; The two extreme wood elements are much milder, but the pain of Xilingen is not beyond the will of ordinary people and cannot persist at all.

The elemental space of the third ultimate thunder is very special. Jielei's super high status is a blow to the spiritual root in the monk's body. It must be very simple for Yuan to wash the spiritual root. Jielei will endow him with the original thunder spirit in his body With a certain amount of power, another weak spiritual root will be erased naturally, but what follows is that Yuan Chi can't control the tribulation thunder from heaven at all!

When Elder Po Jun heard that he had a solution, his eyes lit up, and Rainbow Fart kept talking: "I knew that little friend Bu Po is extremely talented, unprecedented and unprecedented, meeting you is indeed a blessing in our generation!"

Ying pondered for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Are you inferior?"

Taoist Yiyue's perspective is unusual: "That old boy Po Jun has descended."

Ying Sanliang: "..."

As expected of a master swordsmith, there are reasons and evidence!

Lu Yan briefly explained the special features of Jielei: "...the method is very simple, put the person back into the space and practice for a few days, and let Jielei strike twice more to adapt to his meridians and body."

Po Jun remembered the power of the thunder tribulation when he crossed the tribulation, and asked, "It won't be broken if it's chopped..."

"When you washed people's spiritual roots, you didn't ask if they could be washed." Lu Yan retorted him, saying, "It can't be broken. If you adapt well to Jielei, it will be beneficial to cross the robbery in the future. Houtucheng is sealed. What is it, that thing is most afraid of thunder."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Po Jun rolled up his sleeves, pressed Yuan Chi's head, and directly stuffed Lai Shaocheng into the ultimate elemental space.

Taoist Yiyue stayed in Houtu City, where the folk customs are simple, for a long time, and he didn't hear the private goods in Lu Yan's words at all. Instead, he asked cheerfully, "Your master told you."

Lu Yan was a group of calm ones, and his face did not change when he was talking nonsense: "I said, I saw a large sealing formation when I passed Houtucheng from the sky. It is a bit old, and the technique is quite ancient."

Po Jun was born in Tianyan Sect, and most of the development materials of the entire cultivation world are stored in the sect. He listened to it and said: "The Houtucheng lineage claims to be the descendants of Xuanyuan, and they used the power of the whole clan to suppress the gate of the Demon Realm. Even the surname evolved from the word Xuanyuan."

Ying Sanliang regained consciousness from the top-grade spirit stone, and asked: "Is there really a demon world?"

"Little brat," Elder Pojun snorted. He is nearly two hundred years older than Ying Sanliang, so of course he can be called a bratty kid. Gods are in the sky, but demons are everywhere."

Should ask three or two: "everywhere?"

Po Jun casually said: "Otherwise, how do you think the demons came here? It's just that the gate of the demon world was sealed by the Houtu City, and they couldn't come out, so the influence of the demons would be small. It's just that the cultivation world is showing signs of decline. The first two Brother Tian Wenqu sent me a letter, which made me a little worried..."

——Sirius is different, I'm afraid something big will happen.

Lu Yan asked calmly: "What did Uncle Wenqu say?"

"It's nothing," Po Jun said in a strict tone, and didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, "What are you doing asking about these things at such a young age, you should eat, drink, and practice hard, the sky is falling, and we old guys are holding it up .”

Taoist Yiyue agreed: "Pojun is right. After the handover of Yigu's head is completed, Bupo, you can travel in Central Continent for a few years to see the customs and customs. If you don't have enough spirit stones, come and find me. Uncle Master has plenty here!"

The last sentence is so deafening and deafening that people dare not look directly at it!

Ying Sanliang was so shocked that he completely forgot the question he was about to ask, and instead summoned his natal spirit sword, with starry eyes: "Master Yiyue, if I serve him as an uncle when he travels in Central Continent? Guard, can I find you a little cheaper when I go back to forging the spirit sword? I promise I won't hurt you a little bit!"

Lu Yan: "..."

It's pretty good, little comrade.

Taoist Yiyue has the protection handed down from his ancestors, so he waved his hand: "Okay!"

Ying Sanliang offered the natal spirit sword and the meteorite iron sent by Lu Yan with both hands: "Thank you Master Yi Yue, but my sword is a bit damaged."

Yiyue picked up the Wenchen Sword, flicked the sword body with his fingers to listen to the sound, so as to distinguish the material, and then checked all the way from the hilt to the tip of the sword. When he saw the gap, he said that it was a piece of cake: "That's it. In the natal sword, your damage is considered medium."

You should put down half your heart in twos and threes.

Taoist Yiyue turned the meteorite iron in his hand, tested the weight, shook his head and said: "This piece of meteorite iron is not enough, I can make it up for you, but because of the fact that all of you sword cultivators are very poor, I will I want to ask, are you still going back to forging?"

The half heart that Ying put down in twos and twos immediately picked up.

He looked at Wenchen Sword affectionately, the hilt could no longer see its original color, there were various scratches on the body of the sword, the blade was rolled up a little bit, and the tip of the sword had a cut.

Is this still a sword? This is the life of a sword cultivator!

Obviously, the back training is very close at hand, but because of the problem of the spirit stone, it is far away!

Lu Yan took out a small piece of meteorite from the storage bag, sat silently without speaking, and threw it up and down with his hands to catch it, making a slight "pop" sound.

You should look back in twos and threes.

Lu Yan showed a row of small white teeth.

Ying Sanliang took a deep breath and said with the expression of a strong man breaking his wrist: "50 years of guarding!"

Lu Yan still threw the meteorite up and down, and sighed: "My hummingbird, big formation, and Gundam."

The three key words are all the money owed in threes and twos.

Ying said cruelly: "Add another 100 years for a total of 150 years!"

Lu Yan threw the meteorite to Ying Sanliang: "Deal!"

**

Houtu City, the city lord's mansion.

The city lord, Yuan Li, signaled the guards to retreat, and looked at the walls of Houtu City through the window lattice.

With the city wall as the line and the city lord's mansion as the eye of the formation, the guardian formation that seals the gate of the demon world is formed, but now, Yuan Yang suddenly feels powerless.

The Yuan family is the descendant of Xuanyuan, and Yuan Yang is the root of the earth spirit. His father taught him since he was a child that Houtucheng was born for the earth, and so is Yuan Yan.

It has been more than 500 years since Yuan Yang took over Tucheng. He is in the Nascent Soul stage, and his realm cannot go up, which means that his life will eventually come to an end. After pressing down a bit, it shook again.

It seems that things on the other side are constantly colliding with the formation, and the range is getting bigger and bigger, and the spirit stones needed by the formation are getting more and more. If it continues like this, I'm afraid...

The wife of the city lord quietly handed Yuan Yang a cup of tea from behind. Yuan Yang took his wife's hand and finally sighed, saying: "The guard said that Lu Bupo from the Divine Creation Sect has entered the city and is now at Master Yiyue's place. Elder Pojun also sent a message saying that Lu Bupo has a way to restrain the root of Ah Chi."

"Really?" The wife of the city lord excitedly held the Taoist companion's hand, not knowing what she was talking about, "We want to thank you Bupo, and invite him to the mansion for a meal some other day. I don't know what flavor he likes. ..."

"Ma'am," Yuan Li patted the hand of the city lord's wife, his eyes didn't know where to look, "The head of Yigu handed over, and the invitation was sent to me. I plan to let Ah Chi go to Yigu to observe the ceremony with fellow Taoist Bupo."

The mayor's wife seemed to have noticed something, and her voice trembled slightly: "Has it reached this point?"

Yuan Yan pulled out a smile and comforted him: "Not necessarily, just in case."

"I hope this event never happens."