Chapter 767: The Super Wronged Xiao Zhantian

"Junior Brother, do you mean that Uncle Ye Yu forged a long sword for Master?"

Xiao Zhantian asked Xing Meng aloud.

Xing Meng nodded, "Yes, after the uncle received this green shadow, he was simply ecstatic!"

"Qingying?" Xiao Zhantian was a little puzzled.

Xing Meng explained aloud, "It's the long sword forged by Uncle Ye Yu, who named it Qingying!"

"It's a good name!"

Xiao Zhantian pondered for a moment and said, "Even if this long sword is very good, its preciousness is not comparable to Uncle Ye Yu's magical alchemy technique, right?"

"You don't understand!" Xing Meng said with admiration on his face, "This long sword forged by Uncle Ye Yu is not easy!"

"It's not simple?" Xiao Zhantian said in disbelief, "It's just a long sword, even if it's not simple, it's just a sword that can support it without breaking it!"

"cut!"

Xing Meng sneered disdainfully, looking at Xiao Zhantian as if he were looking at another bastard!

"What kind of eyes are you looking at!" Facing Xing Meng's disdainful eyes, Xiao Zhantian became a little annoyed.

"See clearly!" Xing Meng approached Xiao Zhantian and said aloud, "I despise you! Sitting in the well and watching the sky!"

"Yo!" Xiao Zhantian couldn't help but say with joy, "I'm still sitting on the well and watching the sky?"

"You tell me, why do I just sit and watch the sky?"

Xing Meng snorted and said quite proudly, "When Uncle Ye Yu forged the long sword, I watched the whole process!"

"Do you think this is just an ordinary long sword?"

Xiao Zhantian curled his lips and teased, "Could it be that this sword can fly into the sky!"

"It's the ability to fly!" Xing Meng said proudly.

"This long sword is a spirit soldier!"

"Spirit Soldiers?" Xiao Zhantian was startled and suspicious, he had never heard of any Spirit Soldiers!

In the face of Xiao Zhantian's surprise, Xing Meng imitated the tone of Ye Yu's speech before, and said in a deep voice, "A weapon can only be called a spirit soldier if it has been washed away from the mortal fetus and trained in the spirit!"

"Hi..." Xiao Zhantian stopped talking for a while, washed away the mortal fetus, and practiced the spirit of the gods. This is very compelling!

"Have you ever seen the sword tire go through thunder training?" Xing Meng recalled the scene when Ye Yu forged Qingying, and said in a leisurely tone.

"Have you ever seen a long sword flying up and a sword slashing thunder?"

"Have you ever seen sword qi rise into the sky and thunder fall like rain?"

"Have you ever seen a long sword turn into a dragon, smashing thunderclouds!"

Xing Meng's series of rhetorical questions directly blinded Xiao Zhantian.

"You..." Xiao Zhantian was confused for a while, and finally came back to his senses, "What you said was all done by Qingying, who was forged by Uncle Ye Yu?"

"certainly!"

Xing Meng replied without hesitation.

Although the long sword turned into a dragon in the end, it was Ye Yu's shocking action to smash the thundercloud.

But Xing Meng has no doubt that in the near future, Li Wuzhen Qingying will definitely be able to achieve this level!

"I go···"

Xiao Zhantian was so shocked that he could hardly breathe.

"This is not a spirit soldier, this is a fairy weapon!"

This kind of out-of-the-ordinary spirit soldier, even the most high-tech weapon at present, can never do it to this level!

Twilight!

Xiao Zhantian turned his head to stare at Ye Yu, his eyes were full of longing.

"Senior Uncle Ye Yu! I want it too!"

The corner of Ye Yu's mouth twitched into a smile, "What do you want?"

Xiao Zhantian blinked his eyes.

At this moment, he is not the leader of the Wumeng Alliance, nor is he a seventh-rank warrior who sees the gods.

But a child of more than 100 pounds who is eager to get rewards from adults!

"I also want a long sword forged by my uncle!"

The corner of Ye Yu's mouth smiled deeper, "Oh? But didn't you say you want to concoct alchemy?"

"Uh..." Xiao Zhantian was very embarrassed, "Can I go back and regret it?"

"No!"

Xiao Zhantian's face darkened, and then he pursed his lips, and almost cried out of grievance.

"Senior Uncle Ye Yu, I am suffering!"