Long Li roared and flew Wu Tian away!
Wu Tian was stunned, and so was the little beast!
But the next moment, the little beast roared and rushed over excitedly.
The little beast's eyes were shining, his whole body was shining, and there were wind and thunder between his wings. At this time, he was no longer a little beast that could be bullied, but a majestic mythical beast!
Wu Tian was not careful and was actually caught by the mythical beast and flew into the sky.
With the wind and thunder roaring in his ears, the mythical beast was elated and majestic. He only lowered his head and glanced at Wu Tian. That look in his eyes was inexplicably familiar to Wu Tian, and it was actually pity!
Wu Tian rolled his eyes, he endured it!
Wu Tian let the little beast catch him and show off his power.
He was thinking about a problem, the problem of original form and Tao body.
Needless to say, it goes without saying before the little beast transforms.
After the little beast transformed, the combat power that the original form unleashed was definitely not comparable to that of the Tao body.
He thought of the true bodies that his eldest brother and Vishnu manifested when their fighting power exploded during several battles between gods and demons.
What about him?
He seemed to have been ignoring a question.
What kind of fighting power can his innate god-demon true body unleash?
Is it more powerful to use one's own body to use one's natal magical powers?
Or is there any other outstanding feature?
He decided to study it carefully in the future.
We cannot be swayed by preconceived ideas.
"Come down when you've had enough fun."
Wu Tian spoke.
The mythical beast ignored him.
"Do you still want to practice your sword?"
The mythical beast looked at the sky and then at Wu Tian.
Finally, he grunted and decided to let him go first.
The old man in front of the water mirror was dizzy after chasing him.
He finally realized that this was not an easy job.
It wasn't Long at all.
After only a few days, he found that his old man's strong heart couldn't bear it anymore.
And His Majesty’s last look.
He got chills when he thought about it.
The old man shuddered again.
Resigned to his fate, he continued to watch.
Who let him know His Majesty's big secret?
Long Li, who transformed into a human form, walked up to Wu Tian.
The meaning is very clear: Refining the sword, hurry up!
Wu Tian said lazily: "I can refine the sword, but you have to give me the tools to refine the sword first."
"What?" Long Li's eyes suddenly became fierce.
He feels that in the evil realm, he has to default on his debts.
"Various metals." Wu Tian gave the answer.
He really didn't have any on hand. This was not intentional deception.
Long Li opened his mouth and spat out a bunch of shiny things.
The innate aroma is mixed but very rich.
"Are these?" The young man's eyes were still fierce.
Wu Tian was speechless for a long time, and finally nodded.
The young man snorted, raised his head, and smiled proudly, revealing a long-lost dimple.
Wu Tian waved, and a small cloud floated over.
A light rain began to fall on the pile of shiny innate objects.
"How do you know my clan's cloud and rain technique?"
"I know everything!"
The boy made a 'cut' sound.
Wu Tian cut it back.
A small, localized rain fell for half an hour.
Wu Tiancai reached out to fiddle with those innate things.
Finally, he picked three pieces of deep-sea cold iron, which he was familiar with.
"You dare to think I'm dirty?" The young man finally reacted, with an angry look on his face.
Wu Tian only said: "Are you still practicing?"
The young man immediately became silent.
However, his eyes were poking at Wu Tian, venting his dissatisfaction.
Wu Tian's mind was already focused on the three pieces of cold iron.
"Are you sure you want to refine your sword?" Wu Tian asked again before taking action.
The young man nodded, "Be as good as the first one!"
Wu Tian shook his head, "Impossible."
"Why is it impossible!" The young man was a little angry.
"Because there can only be one number one!"
The first time he took out the sheath, the little man in yellow answered the question arrogantly.
The little man in yellow stood on top of the flying sword, with the tip of the first sword pointed at the young man's nose.
The boy lost his temper.
Wu Tian is so funny, one thing really brings down another thing.
"How about I make you a knife?"
"Maybe it can become the first sword?"
The more Wu Tian thought about it, the more feasible it became.
"Fine."
At this time, the young man's arrogance was completely gone, and his interest was waning.
A few days later, thunderclouds rolled in, and the young man's eyes shone with excitement.
"First, really first!"
After the thunder tribulation, the merit falls.
One for the knife and one for Wu Tian.
Wu Tian put away his merits, touched his chin, and looked at the sky.
Then he laughed.
He smiled like a fox stealing a chicken.
