An An said: "At that time, the sir was really a master."

"Bang!" Yu Shang walked over, put down a wooden sword, and stared at An An.

Suspecting that the neighbor steals an axe, she always feels that the dead clam is hooking up with her husband.

An An stared back. The little pillar was bright and bright. He wanted to learn something. Who is as shameless as you? Last night, he shouted that the whole island heard it. He was embarrassed. The bird man is a bird man, either on the tree or in the wild... Well, An An did not scold his gentleman.

An An looked at Qin Yi, who was holding the wooden sword and pondering.

This is his Demon-killing Sword. He has taken the tender branches of Jianmu and re-sacrificed and merged it himself. The original characteristics of killing demons and eliminating demons have been preserved, and the endless power of Jianmu has been added. The texture has become unparalleled and has self-repair. The overall level has been improved to the early stage of Qianyuan.

Yu Shang thought that the murderous aura was not strong enough, so he went to his mother to re-sacrifice, adding the power of the wind blade to break through the air and speeding up the speed. This way, the power of the sacrifice was relatively comprehensive.

Qin Yi studied it and was very satisfied. His current power belongs to the middle stage of Qianyuan, but he does not drain his magic power like Zhan Guang. With the current blue bar, he can use it at least three or four times, and the battery life is much better.

The Zhanguangsword can finally be eaten. It is something seized by the man in heaven. It is not applicable, and he doesn't like it psychologically. It is not suitable for some occasions, and he is afraid of being exposed. There was no way to rely on it as a means of bottoming out, but now he can finally get it back to the second line.

Qin Yi was very satisfied and hugged Yu Shang and kissed him: "Tell me, thank you mother-in-law."

Yu Shang sat on his lap and wrapped his hands around his neck: "Your business is the business of all Yuren, why do you need to thank you? If you want to thank you for all this, how can we thank you?"

"You can thank me like this." Qin Yishen began to be dishonest.

An An turned his head and refused to look.

If you want to say something wrong with this gentleman, it is just too casual.

I had known to cover up in front of her before, but after being knocked out a few times, I simply didn't bother to pretend. According to Yu Shang's theory, if you don't watch it, you'll get out of here. This is our own home. Why do we do at home and still have to avoid you?

After An An was embarrassed a few times, he was now calm. Anyway, it was like that, so they couldn't make it in front of them. They just kissed and hugged them to show their love and show their love. They were not afraid of this little dog food. They often heard the sound of hiccups coming from Qin Yi's ring...

Yu Shang smiled in Qin Yi's arms: "The sword is done, how about your flute?"

Qin Yi said: "The flute has also been upgraded. The biggest advantage of Jianmu things is that they are strong and endless. In the past, I rarely used the Yunxiu flute, mainly because I was afraid of damage. Now it shouldn't matter, it's extremely tough."

Yu Shang said, "How do you use this flute against the enemy in daily life? Just hurt the enemy with your voice?"

An An interrupted next to him: "Mr.'s flute is mainly for blessings of magic tools, not attacks. The effect of casting spells with his flute in his hand is at least twice as good as empty-handed, which is very similar to our clam beads, and you savages don't understand."

Yu Shang glared at him.

An An turned his head and continued, "Mr. I wanted to use tree bark to sacrifice and refine shield magic weapons, but it was a failure. I have taken it to the Hui tribe and asked my mother to sacrifice and refine it, increase the illusion, deviate, and use softness to overcome hardness, and can also reflect the attack to a certain extent. It should be completed tomorrow, I hope Mr. is satisfied."

Yu Shang straightened her eyes. They didn't know how to do this, and everyone looked for her mother, and it seemed that she couldn't show her special treatment to her husband. What's going on with this dead clam...

An An whispered: "The Nine Kings have not returned the Dinghai Shenzhu to us yet..."

Yu Shang's heart was shocked and suddenly understood. The Pixiu was really putting on their shoes, perhaps because of its nature. He didn't want to return the treasure that he got. The clam tribe is now extremely distressed, and it is unlikely to force the nine kings to return things. The pepper map of his own is not reliable. Now Qin Yi and the Yu people are obviously against Pixiu. After thinking about it, the clam tribe seemed to start placing their hopes on their alliance?

An An didn't say anything about alliance, but said, "I hope that this time I will see the great king, it will make the decision for us and return to the treasure of the tribe."

Qin Yi said: "Dear Dragon Zi is actually a deadbeat. Don't worry, if the Prisoner doesn't report it to credit, I will use a mace to help you get your debt!"

An An looked at her side.

You have a flute in your left hand, a wooden sword in your right hand, a Taoist bone fairy wind, and a drifting artistic conception. Why is the one who opens your mouth a mace?
Chapter completed!