Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 140 Magic Flow Sword

Time flies, and time changes secretly. On the hall of pure heart, the fragrance of tea is lingering, and two figures are sitting opposite each other.

"Considering cost, average craftsmanship, and overall quality, this is already the best solution I can come up with."

Jiangnan Chunxin took a sip of tea, and then continued to introduce:

"However, the latter ones are all my proud works. According to what you said earlier, after Xiao Ruomei graduates, let her bring a few groups back to Brother Mu."

For Lin Chongyang, no matter how precious knowledge is, it must be used by others, otherwise it is no different from waste paper. Jiang Nan Chunxin is obviously someone worthy of entrustment.

From a casting hammer lathe to a casting hammer automatic robot, it took only three months, and the gold content of the strongest prop master was fully revealed.

After many considerations, Jiangnan Chunxin decided to take a job with his friend. Since then, Defeng Gudao has had an additional "secretary".

Following his friend's words, Lin Chongyang read through the book in his hand, and then poured tea for his friend.

"Brother Jiangnan has worked hard these days."

It can only be said that he has a specialization in the art industry. He just provided knowledge and ideas to his friend, and then the friend used just a few years to forcefully correct the technology tree that was crooked in the difficult situation.

What Jiangnan Chunxin said just now is the newly improved robot combination some time ago. After being blessed by magic, it is quite a good companion. Under the premise that it does not exceed the upper limit of endurance, it can not only automatically repair, but also continue to increase the clock. .

As for other civilian equipment, I also pointed out what can be lit. Unfortunately, the time is limited.

"My friend's words are serious. There is no such thing as hard work. It's a pity that the world is like this. Many things can't be produced now, let alone popularized."

The limitation of the times has trapped Jiangnan Chunxin, Lin Chongyang, the common people, and the plight.

"Then just promote the most basic ones. In this world, after all, it can get better, right? Demon energy, sword intent."

.........

At the same time, outside the ancient road of Defeng, the wind blew across the land, the clouds were shrouded, and a strong sword intent fell from the sky, which made the gatekeeper's waist sword and long sword clank.

"Hold your head up a thousand hills away, roaring in the wind; you can find enemies to discuss swords together, and the heights are too cold."

Amidst the sound of poetry, a man stepped forward, dressed in black like ink, embroidered with brown piping, just like his hair color, with a touch of brown in the black, with a arrogant and arrogant expression, black ribbons fluttered behind him, hunting.

According to the characteristics, the Confucian scholar guarding the gate quickly confirmed his identity, and then asked, "Moliu Sword? What is the matter of coming to Defeng Ancient Road?"

In response to Jiangnan Chunxin's evaluation back then, among the forces ranked in the top three coaches, the gatekeepers are very good at recruiting.

Just like Defeng Gudao, only those with excellent grades can take on such a big responsibility.

"Please inform your master, just say, Mo Liujian came to prove the sword."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Liujian was grateful for the sword swing, and heard from the ancient road of Defeng, "I will accept this battle."

"Master."

"Master."

Hearing the words, the Confucian scholar guarding the gate faced the mountain gate and followed the Confucian etiquette.

Then, the sacred air suddenly swept across the realm, and the Confucian wind swept through the clouds, making the universe clear again, and thousands of Confucian holy characters appeared, and heard again:

"The common people are suffering so much, the eyes are full of darkness, and the Confucianism is warmed and the things are cold; the Tianxuan is changed, the legal system is easy, and the light is shining all over the world."

Lin Chongyang's face was indifferent, and he stepped out from the ancient path of Defeng, and after a while, the swordsman from the devil world, the Moliu sword.

For the future of the trace of wind, Lin Chongyang has some appreciation for it.

As a swordsman in the demon world, his swordsmanship is crazy and wild, and his strength is as heavy as a mountain. In the past, he even liked to test the sword with a living person, but he began to change after getting to know Yi Qiunian.

But it can also be seen from it that this is a person who is desperate and only seeks perfection in the sword.

After being enlightened by Yi Qiunian, he faced himself again. Although he was born in the demon clan, he was upright by nature. He only pursued the ultimate in swordsmanship, advocated freedom and unrestrained, and had no interest in martial arts struggles such as power.

After going through the information in his mind, Lin Chongyang thought of another person, Zhu Tian, ​​Mo Liujian's close friend.

Then I thought of a person, or a demon, a demon.

After all, he has always been broad-minded and not good at holding grudges. The Heavenly Demon has a karma with him, and he almost forgot about it.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was tense, a breeze came, white clouds curled up, and a figure came from the sky.

"White clouds and heaven and earth are quilt pillows, and you will lie down and be drunk when you are happy; once the wind and moon leave no trace, you will be happy in the mountains and rivers and recall the autumn years."

The person who came was wearing a brown gown, with an extraordinary posture and a long beard.

"Master, I have admired you for a long time. My friend has such a temperament. He only wants to prove the sword and has no intention of provocation. Please forgive me, master."

The first thing Yiqiu Nian does when he lands is to smooth things over for his friend. Where is this place?This place is one of the two leaders of the Confucian sect. With the character of a good friend, it is easy to be interpreted as a door-to-door provocation. If one is not careful, the person will disappear.

Unlike Mo Liujian, Yi Qiunian is already a well-known veteran in the world. Although he is a swordsman, he is gentle and gentle, and his personality is also open-minded. When he comes up, he shows the relationship between the two, which can be regarded as an endorsement of a friend.

"I have already understood the matter. It is not unreasonable to be virtuous and ancient. You can rest assured about this."

In Lin Chongyang's eyes, Yiqiu Nian is excellent in terms of character and character. He is not only full of chivalry, but also has superb swordsmanship. Back on track.

Moreover, he is never arrogant about his talents, he always treats others with sincerity, and he spares no effort to support the younger generation. In this somewhat wicked arena, he is a rare and noble person.

But this person has a problem, as a swordsman, he doesn't even have the habit of carrying a sword with him.

For things like weapons, no matter how high the level of swordsmanship is, you have to carry one on your body, you can not use it, you have to.

Afterwards, Lin Chongyang shifted his eyes to Mo Liujian again, and said:
"There is one thing you need to know, my skill body is born to restrain the demons, if you fight with me, you will be congenitally weak by three points.

Now, let me ask you again, do you still want to prove this sword? "

Mo Liujian's answer was still firm: "I have made up my mind, please don't let me leave regrets in vain."

At that time, the scene of thousands of swords screaming together is still vivid in my mind. Whether it is a swordsman or a demon, they all want to go forward.

"So, five hundred miles to the east of Defeng Ancient Road, there is a peak, let's set the location there."

At the same time as the two decided on the location, Lin Chongyang also sent a voice transmission to his friends in Neizhong, inviting them to watch the battle together.

"Yes, please."

"Master, please."

"You two, please."

The figures of the three turned into rainbow light and disappeared together in front of the mountain gate of Defeng Ancient Road. After a few breaths, another rainbow light flew out from Defeng Ancient Road.

The Confucian scholars who guarded the gate looked at each other and continued to stick to their posts.

　I couldn't find it after looking through the comments. I forgot which senior had suggested it before, so I came to claim the shares myself, and Uncle Feng's role was arranged.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)