Chapter 50: transaction

"This dragon is not as powerful as the legendary dragon."
"However, the dragon is the dragon, and it is all baby."
"The dragon's blood can be refining."
"The dragon meat is very nourishing."
"The dragon skin can be made."
"The corners of the dragon, four claws, and bones can be used to quench weapons. Just don't know, they will not forge the dragon's horns and bones."
"Right, there is a dragon rib, such a long rib, can you forge something good?"
The general manager of the fog knife stood on the head of the dead dragon, facing the direction of the witch iron and the old iron, with a smile, deliberately loudly falling.
The dragons are all treasures.
This dragon is indeed as tyrannical as the legendary dragon, but it is not something ordinary people can deal with. The fog knife seems to kill it so easily, but how much is it consumed?
If you don't mention the other, just say that the death of the ten stone giants, let the fog knife always make the heart drop blood.
However, as the helm of an organization, he must be calm and must be nothing.
He smiled and reported all the benefits of the dragon, and the surrounding knives continued to make a uniform cheer.
‘Haha’!
‘Haha’!
‘Haha’!
The killers of the fog knife raised their straight knives and cheered loudly and joyfully.
How much benefit can a Snapdragon bring? How much can the strength of the fog knife increase?
Perhaps, with this dragon, the fog knife can really cross the Cangyan domain, and even break through the Cangyan domain, expand the strength to the outside world?
The fog knife always smiles, his eyes are like a knife, and he is staring at the fern forest where Wu Tie and Lao Tie are located. He can sense the existence of Wu Tie and the old iron, and he can feel the threat of the old iron.
Therefore, he deliberately said loudly the benefits of the dragon, that is, want to lead the Wutie and the old iron.
More than a dozen high-rise knives wearing cloaks are standing close to each other. They seem to be standing carelessly. In fact, no matter which direction Wu Wu and Lao Tie launch a raid, they can always have three or five people. Join forces to adapt.
This is a group of masters who are proficient in killing skills and are also proficient in defending others from assassinations and surprises.
"Old iron?" Wu Tie tightened his rifle.
‘鹬蚌相争渔翁得利', on the way to the time, the old iron explained the meaning of this to Wu Tie.
However, unlike the old iron estimate, this dragon has caused great losses to the fog knife, but the overall strength of the fog knife has not been weakened too much. In particular, the general rule of the fog knife and the dozens of high-level fog blades, they are unscathed.
A group of wolf warriors happily surrounded the dragon, they took out a special large leather bag, and filled the blood of the dragon into the leather bag.
The lizard archers were busy all around, and they laughed and picked up the scales of the dragon that had been exploding, and the neat code was placed on the side of the basket.
Hundreds of fog knife killers stood as a general line of meniscus, aiming at the fern forest where Wu Tie and Lao Tie are located.
Some of the fog-knife killers are holding various hidden weapons, and Wu Tie and Lao Tie have changed. They must be violently attacked.
The old iron snorted, and his scorpion flashed with a faint blood. After a while, he nodded and walked out of the fern.
Wu Tie stayed and hurriedly followed the old iron.
"The strength of this small grass snake is indeed much weaker than my grandfather predicted." The old iron walked out of the fern forest and walked slowly toward the fog knife. At the same time, he said slowly: "However, grandfather I probably know what is going on here."
The general knife of the fog knife makes the straight knife in the hand lightly draw an arc, and then the tip of the knife taps the dragon's horn to make a crisp crash.
He looked at Wu Tie with his head down and then focused on the old iron.
"Oh? Why is this? I have actually done a good job of losing money, even the preparations for the loss caused by this time... I did not expect that the loss is much smaller than I expected."
The general knife of the fog knife smirked: "This is a good thing... but it always feels a bit wrong."
The old iron stood at a distance of 30 meters from the total handle of the fog knife, and the Wu iron stood behind the old iron.
The old iron is indifferent: "This grass snake, which absorbs the essence of the life of the celestial demon... The essence of the life of the celestial demons has subtly transformed its body... In the process of blood transformation, its strength is not only Enhancement, but it has been weakened."
Coldly snorted, the old iron Shen Sheng said: "If the blood vein transformation is completed, the strength of this small grass snake, at least a hundred times higher. Especially the scale of its scales ... you can not break its scales.

The fog knife always ordered ‘oh’, and he put down the hood of the cloak to reveal his face.
This murderous knife in the Cangyan area has a strong command of the knives. It is clear and elegant. His feelings for Wu Tie are just like the gray masters. They are leisurely and dull, without any sense of danger.
"The celestial demon? It’s unheard of... It seems that you know something we don’t know." The knives always smile and look at the old iron: "I have never seen a foreign object like you... What are you?"
"I am your grandfather..." Laotie ‘咔咔’ smiled.
'嗤', standing in a cloak with a cloak more than two hundred meters away, the high-level hand body does not move, but a touch of cold light flies out of his sleeve, instantly in front of the old iron, accurately hit the old iron eyebrow .
'Ding'!
The slap-sized dagger stabbed the old iron's eyebrows, the Martian splashed, and the traces of the old iron's eyebrows did not remain. Instead, the tip of the dagger's sword smashed and shook a few times. Migao.
The high-level fog knife snorted, the body swayed, and the hand swayed, and the short sword turned into a cold light and flew back into his hands.
The face of the fog knife always stiffened.
His eyes flashed and stared at the old iron's eyebrows and looked at it.
Indeed, there is no trace of a trace, the old iron's eyebrows are still as clean as a mirror.
White miserable metal skull, the surface is very clean, but there is no reflection, the old iron gives people the feeling is so strange.
"Grandpa, my grandfather..." Laotie ‘嘎嘎’ smiled:
At least in terms of age...do you grandfather, or grandfather, I am suffering...

"Ancient ancient things?" The general rule of the fog knife seems to understand what it is: "Lu Jia, the legend has a strange object excavated from ancient ruins, shaped like a human cockroach, but it is made of whole metal... it is very good at smelting alloy."
The general manager of the fog knife said: "It is said that because of the ancient wonders, the output of the fine weapons that Lujia has cast every year has increased by 50%... the quality has increased a lot."
The blood in the old iron scorpion was slightly bright, and then it went down.
The general manager of the fog knife said with a smile: "If you are a strange thing left by ancient times, then, from the age point of view, your words are correct... However, your words are very unheard of, I really want to cut you down." Head."
The old iron ‘嘎嘎’ smiled.
The general knife of the fog knife also laughed loudly.
Suddenly, the shape of the general knife of the fog knife was blurred. The figure of his standing on the forehead of the dragon did not dissipate. The other figure had already reached the front of the old iron. A knife was swept away like a pair of shoes. On the neck.
A crackling sound, Mars splashed.
There was no trace of the trace on the neck of the old iron. There were countless electric lights on his big teeth slamming out, covering the tens of meters in front of him.
The body shape of the fog knife dissipated, and the shape of the dragon's forehead became clear from the blur. A very thin electric spark was continuously ejected from him. The fog knife always had a long hair and a vertical hair. It seems quite wolf.
"The power of thunder." The general knife of the fog knife twitched the body, which is the body instinct that he could not make.
"However, the power is not big..." He smiled. "Just, your neck is really strong."
"So, Grandpa is your grandfather." Old iron ‘嘎嘎’ smiled, and the blood in his throat suddenly blazed.
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Two hundred meters apart, the light arrived at a moment, and the fog knife had no time to react. His left shoulder was pierced with a transparent hole with a thumb thickness. The wound is clean, there is no drop of blood, and the wound is as smooth as a mirror, and the body tissues such as skin, meridians and bones can be clearly seen.
"How about this?" Laotie calmly looked at the general command of the fog knife: "Grandpa, I still have some skills."
The general manager of the fog knife stayed in his sleep, and his gaze immediately fell on Wu Tie.
He smiled and pointed to Wu Tie and said: "If so, I kill him?"
Wu Tie did not say a word, immediately provoked hyperthyroidism, his body was wrapped up in the tight armor, white miserable armor on the streamlined, it looks very different.
He also evoked awe-inspiring temperament, and a breath of grandeur and a strong and strong atmosphere spread.
The face of the fog knife always stiffened.
Hao Ran’s temperament is so great that he has faintly given him a little pressure.
Although Wu Tie’s own strength is weak relative to him, Hao Ran’s righteousness is too subtle. This is the blood pressure from the soul.
This is an extraordinary power.
The general manager of the fog knife gave a sigh of relief, and he sighed: "Don't make a tongue fight... What is the celestial demon? This dragon... What do you want?"
Laotie laughed, and he said indifferently: "Well, this is right, everyone is calm and well discussed."
The face of the fog knife always twitched.
Good peace of mind? If you have such an opening, you would like to say that ‘Grandpa’ is a cheaper discussion.
His eyes were like a knife, and he stared at the old iron. The knife of the fog knife made a long knife in his hand and tapped a dragon's horn.
The old iron nodded and said: "How to remove the residual toxicity of the celestial demon in the body of the dragon, change the two dragon horns, and the two arms in the crystal."
The face of the general knife of the fog knife suddenly became ugly: "Dragon horn? This is a good material for tempering the soldiers..."
The old iron immediately turned and left. He said as he walked: "So, try it, let your hand drink two scorpion dragon blood to try..."
"Leave step!" The general knife of the fog knife immediately screamed and he waved.
The old iron laughed, and he turned and looked at the knife in the palm of his hand.
One of the weakest lizard archers was picked out, and the fog knife always took a leather bag filled with the blood of the dragon, and gave the lizard archer an approximate bowl of dragon blood.
After a quarter of an hour, the scales of the lizards archers began to glow like white crystals, and the structure of the scales began to change slightly.
At the same time, all the spirituality in his nephew was rapidly dissipated, and a cold, crystal clear crystal emerged from the depths of his pupils, and his breath became cold.
The general manager of the fog knife squatted with a huge leather bag, and stared at the lizard archer and the archer.
The old iron is indifferent: "This is the evil power of the celestial evil spirits... Their breath will infect all wisdom creatures and make them become the scorpio of the celestial demon. No thoughts, no desires, no fear, no pain... ...the only benefit is that life will become very long."
Laotie smiled and raised his claws and pointed to the body of the dragon lying on the ground: "This big guy is so huge because of his size, so he has eaten so many essences of the celestial evil spirits, and he is only on the verge of transformation."
"And this unlucky doll, his body is too small, the vitality is too weak." Laotie said: "You can try, you have to eat a few pieces of dragon meat, it will become like this unlucky doll... Demon puppet?"
The general knife of the fog knife frowned, staring at the old iron for a while.
After a long time, he looked at the crystal again and looked at the two arms sealed in the crystal and the huge head.
"This is the head of the Tianjing demon? Then, these two arms..." He asked the old iron.
"This is the head of the Tianjing demon. These two arms...I am the arm of my grandfather." The old iron sighed with a sigh: "This is my grandfather's arm, grandfather, I take it back, is it reasonable?"
"One hand pays the money, one hand delivers." Old iron Shen Sheng said: "Grandpa, I will give you the method to eliminate the poison of the Tianjing demon, change the two dragon horns, and the two arms of Grandpa."
Several high-level knives in the cloak walked a few steps to this side, and another person plunged into the ear of the general knife of the knives and whispered something to him.
The general knife of the fog knife was silent for a long time. For a long time, he finally nodded slowly.
"So, you are... but with one, the secret of this side is the territory of my fog knife. You must not invade."
The general knife of the fog knife reminded him of the big pit that he had been surveyed in the field and was struck by the old iron.
The power of the blow, the general command of the fog knife is not very fearful, but if he has so many killers and slaves under his hand, if the old iron comes to the center of the fog knife, the loss can be big.
Wu Tie and the old iron looked at each other.
Silenced for a while, the old iron whispered: "This place is isolated from the world, it is not a good place."
"We don't infringe on each other... When the little guys practice to a certain extent, when he wants to leave, you are not allowed to block." Laotie also opened his own conditions.
The knife of the fog knife was silent for a while, then he suddenly smiled, smiled back a few steps, and let the road leading to the crystal.
The old iron made a whistle.
In the stunned eyes of the fog knife, a group of metal spiders quickly smashed out of the fern forest, and the rushed to the crystal.
After a quarter of an hour, the crystal was broken by a metal spider and two long metal arms were taken out.