I should be able to use what the little doctor repaired...
Fang Zhe wanted to get the medicine from Jiang Su's storage bag before, but found that his current consciousness was too deep to open the storage bag.
What about this alchemy furnace? Can he still use it?
The red monk stood in front of the alchemy furnace.
This furnace happened to be about the same height as Jiang Su. In the past, when Jiang Su was making elixirs, he only needed to be close to it and sit on a futon under him. The height was just right to control the fire door under the elixir furnace.
Fang Zhe bent over and tapped the outer wall of the alchemy furnace with his fingers, listening to the echoes from the furnace wall and cavity.
He wanted to refine and strengthen the thread in his hand so that this piece of glazed clothing would have a physical body that could match the physical strength.
Improving the strength of the thread requires not only the supplementation of spiritual materials and minerals, but also the weapon cultivator's own control over the refining process, the inheritance of technology, and the understanding of the magic weapon itself.
He threw the thread in his hand directly into the furnace.
"You want to use Susu's alchemy furnace?"
The sword in white clothes stood aside, and the black sword suddenly passed through from one side and blocked the mouth of the alchemy furnace.
Dong Yiyi lifted the sword into the furnace, flipped the blade, and the sword in the furnace wrapped around the body of the black sword.
In front of Fang Zhe, she took out the silk thread he threw into the alchemy furnace.
"Haha, Fang Zhe... the young master of the East Region's Wujian Sect..."
The female cultivator in white untied the silk thread from the sword body again and held it tightly.
She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her indifferently.
"What is your purpose? After staying with Susu for so long, I'm afraid it's not just for the illness of your consciousness."
"I've been to the Eastern Region. Others don't know what happened to your Wu Jian Sect, but I know it all. You killed your father, your mother, your master, your young... your heartbreak is really heartbreaking..."
Dong Yiyi...she is Wang Jia at the moment.
Lanyue Valley is originally located in the Eastern Region, and the two of them can be regarded as fellow villagers when discussing their sects.
Every time Wang Jia saw Jiang Su and Fang Zhe's intimate scene, she would first feel an unknown fire rising in her heart, and then she would calm down again after taking a breath.
Dong Yiyi has no reason to be angry, and Dong Yiyi will not be angry.
The senior sister of Jianfeng of Shifang Sect is very magnanimous. In front of everyone, she is the upright swordsman who waits for the right time to shine, and the kind and approachable Dong Yiyi who manages the affairs of the sect in an orderly manner.
But Wang Jia is not. She is a white-knife ghost who made a name for herself by killing people in the Eastern Region.
"Your junior brother stopped you, but instead of killing your junior brother, you killed everyone else..."
"Why did you kill your parents... Aren't the people in the sect all relatives living with you? What about your love..."
"When I saw you in Zhongdu half a year ago, I didn't recognize you. It was my negligence for my junior sister to befriend you and give you the opportunity to accompany her again and again..."
"It's funny. Five years ago, I went to you to maintain my Zhenxuan sword. At that time..."
"You still wore a jade crown, held a heavy hammer in your hand, looked like a young master, and could swing a hammer in the fire to forge swords. Later, your hair was disheveled, and your red clothes were full of wrinkles. Soon you shaved your head and followed the red clothes of the Southern Region.
The robe is quite different from before, and for a while, I didn't even recognize you."
Wang Jia calmly recounted the past in his memory, looking down at the silk thread in his hand and playing with it casually with his fingertips.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to me what you do."
Wang Jia suddenly raised his eyes, revealing a ferocious light, murderous intent in his eyes, and the pressure was released in an instant.
She also has Nascent Soul cultivation?!
But Fang Zhe is the transformed god... There is a huge gap between the two.
"Stay away from Jiang Su. I'm not a good person, and neither are you."
"I will meet my fate, and your final fate will not be much better. There are hundreds of lives in hand, and there is only a time gap between you and me."
Wang Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and threatened:
"Susu is different, she is a medical practitioner, she is a fairy who wants to spread her virtues all over the world and ascend in the daytime."
The sword seemed to be fading, the colorful black gradually turning into a vast white.
She placed the sword on the red monk's shoulder, pointing the blade at the clear artery on the man's neck.
"Your body is indestructible, but the sword is the most capable of cutting off limbs. You said... which one is more powerful, the rules of the sword spirit or your technique?"
Zhen, the torture of dismembering body parts.
The sword is spiritual and spiritual, and has its own rules. This sword is disguised as a black medium-grade magic weapon, but in fact it is the white sword that is best at cutting.
White clothes dance with black swords, black clothes wield white swords as swords.
Wang Jia stared hard at the man's empty eyes, his expression extremely cold.
Those who do evil should be punished, and revenge is the driving force in her heart that has always supported her life.
The world of cultivation pays attention to cause and effect. She knows that her sins are serious, and she also knows that the fate of her subordinates is not just a fixed value.
She will die, and Fang Zhe should die too.
She doesn't have to stay with Jiang Su, she can have someone else accompany Jiang Su, but it can't be Fang Zhe.
When she was young, a group of swordsmen massacred the whole village. She hid behind a pile of wood, holding a stone given by the immortal in her hand, and survived. She watched helplessly as her parents' blood soaked her cloth shoes until the blood dried up.
The soles of her shoes were stuck to the ground, and she was kneeling on the ground with her knees limp, her white clothes stained with blood.
One day after that, Wujiangjiao's blood was so strong that she held her sword and looked at the river of blood not far away.
Watching the man who was famous in the Eastern Region kill everyone inside the gray wall with his own hands.
Her relatives were killed.
He killed his own relatives.
They were originally pedestrians on two opposite roads.
"Do you know me?" Fang Zhe didn't react much to the knife on his neck. Instead, he was puzzled by the junior doctor's sister.
"You know, Infernal Affairs? Why kill?" The monk in red still stumbled a bit when he spoke.
You know Wu Jian Jiao, then do you know why I want to kill people?
Wang Jia understood.
Her pupils shrank, and the answer for her was the slightly torn fear on her expression.
Fang Zhe was puzzled, "Is she scared?"
Why should she be afraid?
"..."
She let out a long sigh.
"There are no normal monks who refine weapons."
"I met Xu Shuye, and I also know something about him refining the Stone Heart Man. He did it for you. As for your master Shi Ren... he deserved his death."
Wang Jia smiled slightly, but his gentle and gentle features in the past were now full of mockery.
She used Dong Yiyi's appearance to make a brisk expression without breaking the point. A good Bodhisattva finally peeled off the skin of his own Shura.
The red monk's expression was dull. He tilted his head, lowered his face, and looked away from the man's gaze, seeming to be looking at the strand of silk hanging down from the man's hand.
It should be refined... made into a magic weapon... to protect the little medical cultivator.
Wang Jia noticed this man's gaze and clenched his fists.
The next moment, she threw the thread into the alchemy furnace.
"Aren't you going to change Su Su's clothes into weapons? Let's change them! Let me see what the young master who was once the number one weapon refiner in the Eastern Region is capable of."
"Invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire, wait and see."
He was thinking about Su Su, so how could I, Wang Jia, miss him?