While Yi Qusheng and Ruan Ruibai were communicating, Zhang Qing had already found the empty stove.
It's quite easy to find. In Nuo Da's refining room, only one furnace is not on fire, and the other furnaces are more or less refining something.
Yi Qusheng is an undoubted genius. His parents are famous monks. He was given the alien fire seed when he was born. He also has a single-line fire root. He has been good at fire magic since he was a child. After building the foundation, he became even more powerful. He can train three puppets at the same time with ease.
At the Tianshan Gate, there happened to be only three bronze furnaces for refining his weapons.
It is not easy to support Shanmen. Only a small part of Yiqusheng's magic tools are left in Tianshanmen, and most of them are sold to support the family. The other small sects are actually quite envious. It's not that they don't have weapon refiners, but their weapon refiners don't have strange fires, and they don't have such huge spiritual consciousness to control three furnaces at once.
Zhang Qing looked at the bronze furnace that was as tall as one person, found a bench from the side to rest on, and raised his thin arms and legs to climb in from the top.
She firmly believed that Yi Qusheng would not train himself, but she saved his reputation, helped him break through the foundation building level, and suppressed the dishonest outer disciples.
The most important thing is that Kim So-ah, the acting head, needs her!
Now in Tianmen Mountain, the acting leader is the largest!
Zhang Qing chuckled. Yi Qusheng probably discovered something unusual in her body, and was worried that the purple thunder would leak out, so he planned to let her sit in the refining furnace to observe it carefully.
As for why I used the excuse of "receiving a penalty"...
Maybe someone was listening in the corner at that time. The news that she lived in the back mountain was also known to those disciples who couldn't stand her.
As soon as Zhang Qing opened the lid of the stove top, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Strange smell!
Zi Lei climbed onto the palm of his hand, turned into a hand knife and slashed backwards!
A deep male voice sounded slowly behind him.
"Ah."
The palm of his hand was tightly grasped by a big hand, and Zi Lei extinguished it like a small flame without leaving a single scratch on the hand.
The worst thing is that Zhang Qing found that even though his heartbeat was beating like a drum and he was covered in cold sweat, the purple thunder in his body was like a kitten seeing a tiger. It had stopped and huddled in the Dantian, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.
Not even a flash.
Zi Lei, what are you doing! Are you dead? !
Zhang Qing's eyes widened as he watched a man slowly walk out of the strange black hole.
"Alertness is okay, just a little slow."
The man was wearing a dark cloak with a gold embroidery on the collar. His black hair was scattered casually, his skin was as white as snow, his lips were bloodless, his nose was straight, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly squinting, scanning up and down. He moved, as if he was looking at Zhang Qing, and seemed to be looking at something else through Zhang Qing.
The other party did not release the pressure, but Zhang Qing was very convinced that his cultivation level was extremely high.
At least Yi Qusheng's cultivation level was dozens of streets away. Otherwise, why would Yi Qusheng be talking to Ruan Ruibai not far from the door, but he didn't notice a big living person coming into his weapon refining room!
You know, although Yi Qusheng is not here, his consciousness is staring at the puppets being refined in the other two furnaces in the house!
Zhang Qing broke out in a cold sweat just by looking at the man in black, and his body became extremely stiff. He could no longer move after swiping the knife.
Help!
There is a stranger!
Your new junior sister is going to die! Look back, you two bastard senior brothers!
Zhang Qing really wanted to shout, but her voice was suppressed and she couldn't move at all. Her whole body was like a doll, being held up high by the man's palm through her armpits.
The man raised his arm and shook Zhang Qing, who was unable to move, and stared at her face thoughtfully.
Zhang Qing finally regained control of his voice, stared at the man, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you..."
She found that her voice was horribly hoarse!
The man raised his eyebrows and said in a frivolous voice, "Don't you recognize me?"
Zhang Qing's facial features wrinkled and he pursed his lips and stopped talking.
This man is sick. Why should she know him?
The man looked at Zhang Qing's expression, raised his arm again, lifted her up and shook her.
Zhang Qing's little face wrinkled even more. What was this man shaking? She wasn't a piggy bank. She could shake it twice and still make it ring!
Moreover, her hands and feet were extremely cold now, and her limbs were as stiff as a puppet made by Yi Qusheng. If the purple thunder in his body hadn't pretended to be dead, it would have probably overflowed crazily, turning all the precious puppets and a room full of magic weapons in Yi Qusheng's furnace into ashes.
The man tilted his head: "Why don't you look happy?"
Zhang Qing took a deep breath and stared at the man with his eyes: "Why should I be happy?"
The man looked as if he should take it for granted: "I see that other people coax children like this. As long as you hold it up, the children will laugh."
Zhang Qing: ...I don’t like to laugh by nature.
Seeing that Zhang Qing's expression was getting more and more distorted, the man simply put her on the stove top and sat on it. He reached out and grabbed her chin, narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth in a threatening arc.
"laugh."
Zhang Qing refused to accept it and opened his mouth to bite his tiger's mouth.
So damn hard! No matter how much she used her teeth to cut or grind, there was no flaw in the mouth of the man's white palm, which even made Zhang Qing feel a toothache.
When the man saw that she was unwilling to cooperate, he was not angry. Instead, he found it amusing. He pushed his palm forward, inserted his mouth into Zhang Qing's mouth, and pinched both sides of her cheeks with his index finger and thumb.
"Uh-huh!"
"You have a bad temper." The man sneered, grabbed her chin and shook it. Looking at Zhang Qing, whose murderous intention was gradually rising, a smile flashed in his eyes.
I don't know if the man deliberately restrained his breath. Zhang Qing felt that he had regained some control of his body, but Zi Lei still couldn't mobilize it.
She raised her left foot and kicked the man in the face!
As expected, he was caught by a man.
The man even held her feet tightly and squeezed them, his expression moving slightly.
Strangely cold.
He looked up at Zhang Qing and asked, "Are you afraid?"
Zhang Qing's chin was pinched and he couldn't speak. He still stared at him closely, very wary.
But in my heart, I have already cursed all kinds of dirty words such as gangster, scoundrel, disgusting man, etc.
The man finally realized that he seemed to be scaring the little girl, so he loosened his grip on her, quickly took out a silver bracelet from the side pocket of the ink cloak, and put it on her arm without any explanation.
Zhang Qing reached out to get it, but found that the bracelet could not be taken off. When the bracelet was put on her hand, it shrank in size and stuck firmly on her hand bones. No matter how much she turned or broke it, it refused to leave her hand.
"Don't waste your efforts." The man said calmly: "Wear it honestly, this bracelet is good for you and harmless." He paused, and then said: "You just wanted to climb into this furnace to train yourself. ?I’ll help you.”
