"This should be the most iron of silver."

After he got the World Record List from Yin Shang, he had carefully studied it for a long time.

At this moment, I suddenly thought that the 97th-ranked Silver Iron on the strange stone list was quite similar to the materials used to refine this silver needle.

The description of the extremely silver iron in the strange stone list is as light as a feather, and sometimes a trace of crystal light flashes.

However, the silver iron in front of me is too small, right? It is the most suitable only to refine it into a silver needle magic weapon.

Dongfang Mo was originally a little regretful, but suddenly a flash of light came to his mind. When he was with the boy from the soap robe, the boy mentioned him an extremely tricky and weird magic weapon called Biyousi.

This blue gossip is to refine a certain refining material into a silk shape, which can avoid the detection of spiritual consciousness and make people unable to defend against attacks.

But this "silk" is not as general as the literal meaning. Instead, it requires that it is dozens or hundreds of times thinner than the hair, reaching a point that the naked eye cannot detect at all, so that it can be called "silk".

Of course, if you want to make it tens or even hundreds of times thinner than hair, the requirements for materials are quite high, and ordinary high-level ores cannot reach this level of toughness.

But this silver iron ranks 97th in the strange stone list. It is naturally not an ordinary refining material, and it is enough to refine it into the green gossilver.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo nodded and took it away with care, then turned around.

"Gulugulu!"

When he looked forward, he found that the body of the handsome boy was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the essence and blood were immersed in the earth.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo suddenly looked at the dry blood river dozens of feet deep not far away, and looked at the scarlet liquid flowing at the bottom of the river, and a thoughtful and solemn expression appeared in his eyes.

After a moment, he came to his senses, reached out and sucked, and grabbed the storage bag left by the handsome boy in his hand.

His battle with the handsome boy seemed complicated, but in fact he had only a few dozen breaths.

So he suddenly looked up, looked into the distance, and swept over more than ten other battle groups.

His eyes finally stopped at a burly figure.

At this time, Xing Wu forced a young man with a scar on his face to retreat step by step.

The scar-faced young man didn't know which force he was from, and his cultivation was enough to be in the late stage of foundation building. He controlled a strange black shuttle in his hand.

The two ends of the shuttle are pointed at the ends and round in the middle. When galloping, it rotates at high speed, making a "whimper" sound, which makes people feel a little chest tight.

You should know that Xing Wu's punch was enough to directly bombard the late-stage monks in the foundation building stage. But this person was not an enemy of him at all. He relied on the sharpness of the shuttle and was constantly fighting.

Although Xing Wu was burly, he turned into a strong wind when he ran, and his speed was extremely fast. If this continues, the scarred young man will definitely be defeated.

So Dongfang Mo looked at other places.

One of the battle groups was a woman with an ordinary face, who controlled a yellow talisman and fought fiercely with a Jiang family man in the late stage of foundation building.

However, the battle between the two was obviously coming to an end. After only four or five breaths, the woman in the yellow robe burned the Jiang family man to ashes with the talisman above her head.

Dongfang Mo turned his head again and looked at a little short boy and a man from the Gongsun family.

The young man's fingers were extremely long and looked weird. His body was extremely flexible. He suddenly appeared behind the Gongsun man, and his palm suddenly stumbled.

With a "puff!" sound, the entire arm penetrated into the back of the Gongsun man. His fingers, which were as long as an ordinary person, penetrated directly from his chest.

The man from Gongsun family looked down and found that there was a bloody heart in his palm.

At this point, his pupils were dissipated and his eyes lost their spirit.

A similar scene is still being performed in many places.

Dongfang Mo just looked around and withdrew his gaze. Then he touched his chin and his eyes turned, as if he had thought of something. His body suddenly moved and when he appeared again, he was already behind the scarred young man dozens of feet away.

At this time, the scar-faced young man was struggling to avoid Xing Wu's fists, and the shuttle he controlled was always bright and dark. It was obvious that under Xing Wu's flesh fist, the spirituality of the magic weapon itself had been damaged.

As soon as Dongfang Mo Fang appeared, he had almost no hesitation and pointed at the scarred young man while he was pinching his hands.

"Puff!"

Two vines as thick as arms drilled out like lightning, wrapping the scarred young man's ankles with lightning speed. At this point, his retreating figure suddenly stopped.

Taking this opportunity, Xing Wu turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of him, and a huge fist continued to magnify in his eyes.

The scar-faced young man's expression changed drastically. At this time, his hands were crossed on his chest. A brilliant golden light burst out from his arms, as if it was poured from golden juice.

There was a "bang".

The next breath, Xing Wu's fist hit his arm hard. His golden arms exploded instantly, and his shoulders became empty.

The scar-faced young man opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of blood. The vines under his feet broke and his body flew backwards.

Although he broke his arms, he had no worries about his life for the time being. This man was decisive, so he retreated with the situation. At the same time, he had decided to use some secret technique of burning life to reshape the broken arms and double his strength.

Although there are endless troubles in doing this, he has no choice now.

The scar-faced young man had just landed, and he was about to distance himself from Xing Wu. However, the moment he turned around, a young path had been blocked in front of him at some point.

The Taoist priest raised his right hand and slapped his slender palm on his forehead.

There was a "pop".

In a trance, the scar-faced young man seemed to see a square pattern appearing on the palm of the Taoist priest.

Then he felt a violent and powerful demon soul drilling out of the Taoist priest's palm and then drilling into his sea of ​​consciousness from his eyebrows.

In an instant, the scarred young man looked distorted, revealing an unspeakable pain. In just three or five breaths, his body fell softly at Dongfang Mo's feet.

Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the magic suppression map in his palm disappeared again.

"Sha family can beat him to death, so why do you have to take action!"

At this time, Xing Wu suddenly appeared in front of him and looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

"I know you can beat him to death, but now is not the time to show off."

Dongfang Mo's eyes were filled with blood. Killing two people in a row made him extremely excited, and the bloodthirsty mood in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

At the critical moment, he bit his tongue and at the same time, his magic power was injected into the brass bell around his waist.

"Dingling!"

With a pleasant sound, he shook his head hard and finally recovered a little bit of soberness.

So he glanced at the woman in the yellow robe in the distance without any trace.

He could see clearly just now that this woman was already preparing to fight towards him, perhaps because his cultivation here was only in the early stage of foundation building, and seemed to be the weakest.

However, when she saw that she was standing with Xing Wu, she pondered for a while, and finally chose another disciple of Jiangu who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment to take action.

Dongfang Mo withdrew his gaze. He felt a breath of great perfection in the foundation-building stage. Moreover, the yellow talisman above the woman's head must be a talisman treasure. So he was extremely afraid of this woman.

This is also the reason why he took action like lightning and killed the scar-faced young man desperately, just to let others know that he and Xing Wu were together. If you want to attack them, you must consider it. Now, it really has miraculous effects.

At this time, the short boy, Yin Xiao, also looked at Dongfang Mo and the others. He put his blood-soaked fingers to his mouth, licked the red blood, and showed a bloodthirsty smile to the two of them.

"Dog, how could you dare to look at the two of you?"

Faced with this person's provocation, Xing Wu was furious and wanted to kill the young man without saying a word.

"Stop it! You idiot."

Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and his figure turned into a afterimage, blocking him.

It was difficult for others to be afraid of others. If Xing Wu, the pig brain, took action rashly, it would be a problem again.

"You get out of the way, the Sa family wants to beat him to death!"

Xing Wu slapped Dongfang Mo on the shoulder and wanted to push him away.

Under the huge force, Dongfang Mo's body staggered and was almost knocked to the ground by him.

Fortunately, he was prepared, and his shoulders swayed at this time, and he guided the force from his shoulders to his legs and then lifted it to the ground.

"puff!"

His feet were three inches deep, and after he stood firm, he still stood in front of Xing Wu.

At this time, he really wanted to press Xing Wu to the ground and beat him up. The guy with developed limbs and simple minds did not think about his work.

"No need to do anything extra, it's about to end."

Dongfang Mo remained motionless and looked at him and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Xing Wu looked up and looked forward.

The woman in yellow robe leaned against the talisman floating above her head and burned the disciples of Sword Valley into a pile of ashes again.

And in another place, a young man in blue robe fights into a group with a thin man in a short hexagram.

The young man in blue robe held a cow's horn in his hand, and the surging river water kept gushing out of the cow's horns.

The thin man was covered with iron rings on his hands, and as his arms waved, layers of ripples stormed, squeezing the river water to both sides.

However, the river water was surging, as if it was endless, turning into tides, one wave overwhelming, rolling towards the thin man, and his figure was submerged in the river in the blink of an eye.

The river water twisted, wrapping the thin man into an oval cocoon of three feet in height.

At this point, the boy in blue robe smiled disdainfully and wanted to take back the magic weapon in his hand.

But the next breath, the river suddenly exploded and a figure fell from the sky.

It was the thin man. He was still in the air and his arms were shaking, and circles of iron rings collided with each other, making a "clang clang" sound.
To be continued...