Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 810
An Qingli, who is like a flower and jade, finally got her wish and swung a hammer in the blacksmith's shop.

A sledgehammer as tall as a man danced so vigorously.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding" again.

Hearing the sound, he knew that he was forging iron, but if he didn't hear the sound, he thought he was splitting wood.

Regardless of An Qingli's slender figure and fit, at first glance she looks weak and slender, but when she wields an iron, she seems to have infinite strength, which compares with most of the same level of physical training.

Even Aunt Mo sighed in her heart, this girl is so fierce.

"Such a mess, what does it look like?!" Putting away her sigh, Aunt Mo put one hand on her waist and roared violently at An Qingli, "I heard people say that you have a high level of comprehension and a lot of knowledge, how can you even do such a thing?" Basic forged iron blanks don’t even know it!”

Interlaced like mountains.

An Qingli has studied the alchemy talisman, but she really doesn't know anything about refining weapons.

Just empty arms.

In the mustard space, the little Pegasus flicked her flowing bangs, and said quietly: In Bianlan Realm, how could a beautiful little fairy like our master do such a smoky and sweaty job.

An Qingli didn't answer her curses, she silently handed out the big hammer in her hand, and said politely: "It's true that I haven't touched it before, please give me some pointers."

"Keep your eyes open, learn more!" Aunt Mo snorted harshly, with her left hand on her hips, her right hand was going to catch the big hammer she was used to.

"Boom!"

As soon as the big hammer that I was used to was in Mrs. Mo's hand, she took it off, and with a "bang", it fell vertically to the ground.

Aunt Mo had the strength to lift an iron with Luo Jinxian, but she couldn't lift the big hammer that changed her mind!

An Qingli's eyes flashed, what a hammer.

Little Huzi laughed in the mustard space: Well, turn your face and be ruthless!
A deep hole was smashed into the ground.

An Qingli took a step forward, trying to pull out the Wanjun Hammer from the pit.

"Let it go, I'll come!"

Aunt Mo, the old master, didn't believe in evil, so she spit on each rough palm, rubbed it vigorously, gritted her teeth and used her feet to help, but she couldn't move the hammer anymore.

Aunt Mo beat her chest and stomped her feet, her heart was bitter, and she wailed in pain: "Tie Daner, you are a hammer forged by my own hands, you are a heartless thing!"

"My condolences." An Qingli said silently in her heart, and then added in her heart, "Also, it's called Wanjun now, not Tie Daner's easy-to-support name."

Big Iron Hammer liked the domineering name of Wan Jun, so he came out of the pit on his own initiative, and suddenly came to An Qingli's slender hand.

An Qingli stood still with the hammer in hand, the current Aunt Mo was in a certain state of madness, she said less and moved less to be safe.

Aunt Mo glared at An Qingli.

Even after being together for six thousand years, this big hammer has never taken the initiative to get close to her.

Moreover, this sledgehammer is so arrogant that it has never been stored in any storage bag or storage fairy.

So even if it was used by her before, it was dead and dead, similar to lifting a mountain.

That's why when she smashed the iron, she made intermittent movements, "boom", "boom", and after a long time there was another "boom", the rhythm was surprisingly slow.

But the big hammer that Aunt Mo couldn't put into her storage bag, she let An Qingli control it.

It was Aunt Mo who saw with her own eyes that An Qingli put the Wanjun Hammer into her dantian.

For the old and new masters, there are two completely different treatments.

Aunt Mo really felt that she had raised a rebellious son, and she was so angry that she wrinkled again.

An Qingli looked at Aunt Mo who was jealous and jealous, and silently handed out a pack of nourishing tea from the yamen, and said sincerely: "Ma'am, this is the best tea for nourishing the heart, calm down."

"Heart nourishing tea? Do you care about rejuvenation?" Aunt Mo stared at the brown tea bag, and grabbed it with her hips on her hips.

An Qingli looked at the old-fashioned Aunt Mo, forced a smile, and said, "Just calm your mind and calm your mind."

Aunt Mo grabbed a handful of tea leaves, put them in her mouth and chewed them raw, suppressing her anger, and asked in a rough voice: "What do you know, tell me honestly!"

An Qingli pondered and said: "If you bring something from the lower realm to the upper realm, it's not worth mentioning at all."

"It's not nonsense, the things in the lower realm are not enough to look at." Mo Sanniang was chewing the tea leaves in her mouth, and asked again, "Look at your tender hands, do you know how to make alchemy?"

An Qingli said truthfully: "I know some."

"Can you refine the fourth-grade elixir for beauty?" Aunt Mo touched the creases in the corners of her eyes.

An Qingli shook her head.

She is currently busy with cultivation, and she doesn't have the detailed formula in hand. She hasn't tried any of the elixir from the upper realm yet.

The carved phoenix pill stove given by the master has grown to the immortal level, but it is still left unused.

Thinking about it this way, he neglected that growing baby.

"Then you can't do it." Aunt Mo snorted, "Mu Sheng is also from the lower realm. When he was your age, he would do this."

An Qingli's heart moved: "Why, Madam still has news about Mu Sheng?"

"That's a resentment." Aunt Mo gave a heavy "bah", and she felt unlucky when the name Mu Sheng was mentioned.

Because she has lived a long time and is old, she has the image of a widowed old woman to the outside world, and she has been matched by a young master of a bank to marry Mu Sheng.

What bad luck.

"Why are you complaining?" An Qingli asked curiously, "Do you know where he is, so it's easier to avoid him in the future."

"Where else can it be? Isn't it the surrounding evil demon kingdoms that are eyeing you like a tiger." Aunt Mo felt angry when she thought about Mu Sheng and the people who had something to do with Mu Sheng.

An Qingli pondered for a while.

Aunt Mo has such good eyesight, she immediately saw something, and then she put her fingers on Qingli's head, and warned: "But if you want to take Mu Sheng for your own use, don't even think about it. You can't get out without immortality." Yang Mansion, without the approval from above, you cannot leave the Qian Empire."

"So harsh?" An Qingli asked the well-informed Da Luojin Wonderland.

"Of course, why don't you let spies in, big monsters in, and make people miserable?" Aunt Mo curled her lips and snorted, pointed at An Qingli's tender forehead, and said in a deep and threatening voice, "Little girl, you don't even know what to do?" Unbelievable, the cruelty at the junction of the country and the country. Your cultivation level is close, and there is no scum left."

An Qingli touched the forehead that was poked red, Youyuan stepped back two steps, and pretended to be curious: "Auntie, how do you know so much?"

Aunt Mo coughed uncomfortably, and said viciously: "How old am I, how old are you, and I haven't lived to a fraction of mine, so much nonsense."

"Yes, yes, what auntie said is very true." An Qingli didn't refute, turned the hammer in her hand with one hand, and said relaxedly, "Auntie, let's refine weapons and do business."

"You want to learn?" Aunt Mo became jealous again. If this girl really wants to learn, she is still unwilling to teach.

She is a dignified sixth-grade fairy weapon master, how could she just teach people things casually.

Besides, this girl is dishonest, and she probably thinks this place is a prank.

　Looking forward to the monthly pass!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)