The escalator, with two kinds of addition attributes of the spirit of the espresso soldier.Oriental Mo only silently said such a word in his heart, and in his heart, he seemed to be a little disappointed.

Because Oriental ink self feels that this time is quite serious, but the level of weapons is only the weapon of the basiligs, Chen Xiaotian's goal is to refine the weapon of the spirit, Oriental Mo self feels that this smelter has been impeccable, he is depressed is that he can not know from where to break through this bottleneck!

However, completely different from the Oriental ink is the blood Lingling and Gounachi, Gounachi has taken a deep breath, after all, his identity is the elder of the Nine Dark Temple practitioners, too bad for some lost identity, but the blood can not help but, a pair of white small hands suddenly covered his mouth, but also can not stop a scream: "Ah."

The thought of Oriental ink, which was awakened from those emotions just now, looked at the blood, and the blood Lingling jumped over it, and caught the arms of Oriental ink: "Oriental ink, Oriental ink, you... you have refined out of the weapon, the weapon of the esthetic!"

The blood is a little incoherent, and the hands of the little hands really do not want to leave the arms of Oriental ink!

Oriental Mo had to clear his throat, this girl, in front of his master, pulled and pulled with himself, so it is really good: "That, Lingling girl, I... first sort out some of my own clothes..." Even if I looked at her hands, the blood of Lingling did not understand what Oriental ink really means, so that Oriental Mo had to say it so plainly!

The little face of the blood was red at once, and the Oriental Mo put its coat on his body, and the Oriental Mo said to Gunacci: "Old elder, my luck is good, I have made a weapon of the esthetic soldier!"As he spoke, he moved his mind, and the blood that had just been formed was lifted, and the complete sword was handed to Gunach!

This time, Gunach was shocked, he did not reach out to take this weapon, but then stared at the Oriental ink, his heart is simply overturning the river!

A smelting a smelter has produced an envelous soldier, which is possible to jump directly on others if it is placed on others, but what about this oriental ink in front of you?Still not so excited, the most unacceptable, even when he had just determined the level of this basilivers, his eyes flashed a look of disappointment!How high is this boy’s heart!

Moreover, this young man's prohibition of the art, has definitely reached a peak of the extreme, originally thought that his soul cultivation is relatively high, now it seems that it is definitely not just such a little advantage, his Oriental ink refining and sorcerer, is absolutely able to occupy a place in the Holy Land of the occult, at least in this large area of the human race, is absolutely qualified to succeed!

“Old Elder, are you...unsatisfied with this weapon that I have refined?”Oriental Mo looked at the old elders' face and asked with some surprise, as if it didn't need to be so strict?

“No, no, I’m too satisfied, I’m too satisfied!”Gunach is not much better than blood, and some words are incohereous.

Gunach took this short sword, it is simply to let him love, anyway, such a weapon, he can not be refined: "Oriental ink friends, you ... would like to stay in my nine underworld?" 」Gunach, holding the short sword, his hands were trembling, and he asked with some excitement, as if he were afraid that Oriental ink would not want to.

Oriental Mo was also surprised at once, because in the eyes of Gunaki, the elder of this practice, looked at himself.It was the same as looking at the blood-soaked eyes, which made him feel the love of the elderly, and Oriental Mo had not seen such eyes for too long, and had forgotten what kind of feeling it was, and now the ancient elders had given him a warm feeling!

He was never just a person who believed in intuition, but this time, from the attitude of the ancient elders towards the blood, from the eyes he looked at himself, Oriental Mo even stubbornly believed his intuition for the first time!

But the Oriental Mo is also a little strange, not that the people in the Nine Dark House to stay, all of them are the final say of the Nine Darks administration?

Looking at the Oriental Mo for a moment, the elder Gounachi thought that Oriental Mo was somewhat dissatisfied: "Oriental ink friends, I will definitely explain your situation with the lord of the house, the master of the house is also very much to recruit talents, otherwise, Lingling will not be sent by me."

“Then... old elder, can I get the token of the identity of the refiner and the smelter recognized by the Nine Dark Houses?”Oriental ink thought a little, deliberately with some confused questions, there is a good feeling is just not hostile, can not be unloaded on the alert.

The problem of Oriental ink, almost let Gunach a mouthful of old blood spray out, his identity personally asked him to stay, he even worried about the problem of this token, he really do not know what the structure of this Oriental ink in the head!

Finally, the blood said quickly: "Master, you can't blame Oriental Mo, he wants to get the identity token of the great power, he can't see the Zonglin faction bullying people, and he came to these nine dark underworlds with me."He told me in detail what had happened in the building.

Gunach is more in favor of the practice of Oriental ink, and more fortunately, if it is not the Zonglin faction so despised people, where is the round of blood to bring this person back?

"Oriental Mo friends, rest assured, your identity token, there is no problem!"Gunach smiled kindly, "I will go to the head of the government, as long as you want, this title of the famous disciple of the Nine Dark House is absolutely no problem!"Gunach carried a kind of imperiousness.

Eastern Mo could not have imagined that it would go so well!He refused for no reason, and nodded with some indgrinity: "If the ancient elders can promote this, the younger generation is grateful!"

Gunach smiled and nodded: "Oriental ink friends, now, I will go to the master of the house, Linglong, you first accompany the Oriental Mo friends to the thousand clouds next to me, let the Oriental ink friends temporarily live in the thousand cloud pavilion!"The latter words, naturally, commanded the blood, and he himself, has flown out of his palace like a gust of wind.

The blood was happy, and when he saw that the master was gone, and he gave himself such a task to satisfy himself, and the blood was like beating chicken blood!

Anyway, now there is no one, the blood Linglong suddenly pulled the Oriental Mo: "Oriental ink, it is really unexpected, you are such a person, the two boys of the Zonglin school are really white eyes, buckle down to calculate!"As he spoke, the two little hands had once again climbed the arms of Oriental Mo.

“Shut up, can you take me to see my place?”Oriental ink only felt that this blood Lingling was really sticky, he was also a big man, in the face of such a warm and unrestrained beauty, he could not sit in the chaos, but the reason told him that he could no longer provoke such a storm debt!

Therefore, when there is no trace of turning around, he pulls his arm out of the blood-soaked hands, and in order to avoid the blood-drinking girl sticking to herself again, Oriental Mo is automatically held by her hands and a smile on his face: "Come on, I don't know, you lead the way."

Blood Linglong is a relatively simple little girl, and did not think much about anything, in fact, she pulled the Oriental ink, more is also worship, so, just in front of the jump led the Oriental ink to the thousand clouds.

The two people just came out and have not yet taken a few steps, and Xiao Qin, who was with the blood Lingling in the practice department, came from the face: Linglong, you have been out of here for so long, Master has not arranged for you to practice?"The eyes slightly passed the Oriental ink, and with the seriousness of the sister, she spoke so with the blood.

It is obvious that this sister is a little afraid, the original smiley little face has become a lot of seriousness, the voice is also low: "Sister, Master told me to arrange the Oriental son's residence, I arranged, I arranged, I went to practice."Outside, the blood is still very regular to call the Oriental ink son.

Xiao Qin slightly frowned: "Ling Ling, you also know that you are now a ninth-level occult, you also feel the sky robbery, the sky may not come at any time, why are you still so unconcerned, don't you know that we cultivate the magic of the Fa, the robberies are terrible?"Don’t forget that Master has a lot of hope for you!”This grandiose words of Xiao Qin really make the blood can not refute half.

Therefore, the blood Lingling looked at the Oriental ink with difficulty, and then said to the sister: "Sister, I now lead the Oriental son-in-law, and then immediately come back, not for long..."

“The mouth!”Xiao Qin suddenly got angry, "When did you become so capriatory, sister-in-law is not for you, you quickly go to the retreat, the affairs of Oriental son, sister to do it for you!"

The blood looked at the Oriental ink and had to nod her head at the sister.

Oriental ink looked at the blood Lingling so rebuke, and look at the aggrieved appearance, this Xiao Qin is really a little speechless, use it like this, Donach seems to have no nose, the face is not the face of the lesson of blood!

Men are born with aggrieved girls have a desire to protect, Oriental ink is naturally no exception, when the blood Lingling turned to leave, Oriental ink suddenly reached out and grabbed the blood of the arm: "Ling, slow!"

In the eastern ink's hand holding her hand, feel the temperature of the palm, the blood is as if it has been electro-shocked, and suddenly looks back at the Oriental Mo: "Oriental son, you..."