一女战三老外一女战三黑人

On the third night, Mr. Jinli was finally summoned by Zhu Minglang.

Mr. Jinli had no interest in casting arts. He swam leisurely, mumbling about how to maximize the enhancement of the Black Ocean Violent Dragon.

Since Zhu Minglang’s Spirit Realm was reshaped and he could brew Spiritual Energy on his own, the one who benefitted the most was actually Big Black Tooth.

Due to being a Disabled Dragon, the Divine Green Holy Dragon could no longer advance to the Complete Period; it could only rely on subsequent efforts for any change.

Both the Sword Spirit Dragon and Ice Morning White Dragon were at the Monarch Level. Even with a hundredfold growth rate, their enhancement was still slow.

After all, they were approaching the cultivation base of those Ten Thousand Year Saint Spirits.

A month of nourishment was indeed equivalent to ten years of cultivation base, but ten years in comparison to the foundation of ten thousand years was, ultimately, just a drop in the ocean.

Big Black Tooth was different.

What it lacked was years. This month of nourishment was tantamount to ten years of growth; still at the Dragon General level, its cultivation base was notably increasing, already on the verge of breaking through to the Lord Level on its own!

Ever since he had money, Zhu Minglang had never been stingy with Big Black Tooth. The meat he fed it was the best millennium demon beast meat, and the Spiritual Resources used for strengthening were never cut short. As soon as one was digested, he would immediately replenish it.

It was precisely this that Mr. Jinli observed, and he was already planning the next step of evolution for the Lei Cang Violent Dragon.

“Mr. Jinli, I’m ready to start the furnace,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Start the furnace then, you start the furnace. Do you expect this noble fish to perform a ‘fish leaping through the sea of flowers at the sky’s edge’ move for you?” Mr. Jinli replied irritably.

He is a koi with dignity.

Not some foolish human’s tool for seeking good fortune!

He despised being treated as a mascot, and that included Zhu Minglang!

No sooner had the furnace opened than Zhu Minglang took out the Feiyu Dragon Armor he had just finished. Strangely enough, according to those bizarre books he’d read, once a treasured artifact is completed, it normally bursts forth with a brilliant light that is hard for the naked eye to withstand and even ripples with a colorful saintly aura…

So why doesn’t this dragon armor look so cool?

Could it be that he had failed to infuse the inscriptions? If so, then this armor might be worthless.

Zhu Minglang felt a twinge of pain and held the dragon armor, which looked white but otherwise unremarkable, in his hands. He then had Ice Morning White Dragon, whose eyes were sparkling, try it on.

Good or bad, you only know once you wear it.

Dragon armor is connected with the soul and is not just put on like those warriors or war behemoths do.

After completion of the bonding, Zhu Minglang let Bai Qi transform into his battle form and called forth the Feiyu Dragon Armor!

Ice Morning White Dragon spread its feathers and dragon wings, its noble down also elegantly fluttering. As Ice Morning White Dragon lifted its head, a saintly aura as scorching as the sun emerged on its body, shining so brightly Zhu Minglang could barely keep his eyes open!

Then came a splendid brilliance. Piece after piece of the purest white saint feathers were born from within the saintly light, like the purest snow silver, the most perfect diamond crystal, dazzling and affixing onto the body of Ice Morning White Dragon, decorating its layered secondary feathers, enhancing Ice Morning White Dragon’s vigorous and majestic physique with dignity and the imposing presence of an ice glacier ruler!!

Zhu Minglang slowly widened his eyes, slowly opened his mouth.

There was indeed blinding light, an exquisite saintly aura, which meant the inscription infusion was successful, and at least one of the five parts—wing, feather, claw, tail, body—had an added effect!

Mr. Jinli, who had been muttering beside him, was also attracted to the Feiyu Dragon Armor, feeling that his fish eyes reflected with the brilliance of shining pearls.

“A little Holy Good!”

“Could it be that this noble fish truly possesses auspicious fortune?”

“Why can a half-baked castsmith manage to forge Minor Sacred Goods?”

Mr. Jinli glanced at Zhu Minglang and then at the truly stunning Sacred Dragon Armor on the Ice Morning White Dragon.

“Perhaps this is what they call talent,” Zhu Minglang said, contentedly admiring the fruits of his labor.

To hell with superstitious nonsense; he was a once-in-a-millennium genius! Whether it was sword cultivation, dragon training, or forging, he could easily master them all!

“Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu.” Outside the forging room, the crisp voice of Evening Wind Junior Sister echoed.

“What’s the matter, Evening Wind Junior Sister? Why are you looking for me so late?” Zhu Minglang opened the thick door, asking somewhat puzzled.

“The three Sect Leaders of the Sect Forest have agreed. Tomorrow, you can enter the Miao Mountain Sword Sect. They told me that Mr. Zhu has been immersed in casting art these past days, and they feared you might miss the time to go up the mountain, so they specifically came to inform you,” Evening Wind Junior Sister said.

“I see, thank you, Evening Wind Junior Sister,” Zhu Minglang responded.

“Mr. Zhu, don’t stay here too long, okay? It’s best to be fully rested. After all, our Miao Mountain Sword Sect is quite hostile to men. Once you go up the mountain, you will naturally face many challenges from Sword Masters, especially since you are from Yaoshan Sword Sect…” Evening Wind Junior Sister kindly reminded him.

After saying this, Evening Wind Junior Sister left. She was somewhat curious about what Zhu Minglang was forging, but she restrained herself from peeking in.

Zhu Minglang closed the thick door and once again admired the glacier-dominating aura of the Ice Morning White Dragon with a smile on his face.

“Perfect, tomorrow I can finally avenge my past disgrace!” Zhu Minglang said.

Wen Lingfei!

Back then, young and with an inferior cultivation base, he had suffered a humiliating defeat and had been beaten black and blue with the flat of a sword.

Now, he was no longer that little sword cultivator from the past!

“Yo~~~~” The Ice Morning White Dragon also vocalized.

“You haven’t forgotten that arrogant woman either, have you?” Zhu Minglang said to Little White.

Little White nodded emphatically.

If it were only a Middle-level Monarch, Zhu Minglang knew it would be difficult to defeat Wen Lingfei, but with the Sacred Dragon Armor, Little White should be able to compete with those of High Rank King Level.

Indeed, Wen Lingfei might reach Zhu Xuehen’s realm in the future, but that would still take her several years of cultivation.

The current her couldn’t possibly have the same freakish unbeatable strength below the King Level as Zhu Xuehen.

Of course, Zhu Minglang knew that this trip to the Miao Mountain Sword Sect wasn’t just about venting his past grievances.

It was primarily about the Ancient Lantern Jade.

The Miao Mountain Sword Sect was located on top of Miao Mountain on the western side of the kingdom.

At the base of the mountain, there was a tranquil town closely linked to the capital. With its blue tiles intertwined with green waters, one could see women wearing hats similar to theirs, clad in ethnic garments of vibrant colors, resembling blossoming mountain flowers, each with their own radiance and allure.

Passing through this Blue Mountain Town, one could see the gates of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, grand in appearance, resembling ancient mountain villas and temples, with lengthy and distant green stone steps leading up to different peaks. Tall greenwood, redwood, and purplewood buildings such as the Sword Pavilion, Sword Hall, and Sword Palace were partially hidden in the distant foliage.

“Sect uncle, is our mountain villa a bit too shabby?” the female Sword Master named Shao Ying said in a low voice.

“Miao Kingdom is wealthy, as everyone knows, don’t fuss over these details, it’s the loftiness of the Sword Dao that is truly worth aspiring to!” Wu Feng said with a serious face.