Chapter 317 Black Thread Gold in Hand

"You..." Qing Baoke looked at Leng Yan in surprise. He didn't expect that Leng Yan could take out so many ink crystals!

Leng Yan smiled and said, "This black threaded gold, I am determined to get it!"

Qing Baoke took a deep breath and nodded, but he thought in his heart, where did this cold flame come from? Although the level is not high, it is just the War Spirit Emperor, but this aura is not ordinary.

Moreover, you can get so many tame mythical beasts and so many ink crystals.

Even if the trainer is very rich, he can't compete with a force. Moreover, is there a trainer who can tame so many mythical beasts?

That's not an ordinary warcraft, but a fifty-headed peak holy beast and ten low-star god beast.

In the place of exile, because of the forced taming of monsters, he overdrawn his spiritual strength, and finally became a lot of idiot trainers!

In another box, Nie Wen leaned on a thick warcraft leather cushion. A very beautiful snow-white fox in his arms raised his head, his eyes turned around, and said, "Your 50 million ink crystals don't seem to work very well."

Nie Wenqi shook his head and said, "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Anyway, we have got what we want. As for the black threaded gold, although it is valuable, it is not necessary!" I don't want to be cheap in the heavy city!"

"That's true. It's just a spiritual weapon that can be refined and transformed. Unexpectedly, someone is willing to pay such a big price. It can be seen that the person he wants to cover up is not small!" The white fox yawned and said.

Nie Wenqing smiled and said, "That box belongs to Qing Baoke. I have long heard that he wants to expand his power. These days, he wants money for everything. He doesn't have so many things to exchange for that black threaded gold. I think there are other people behind him!"

"Step by night?" The white fox said seriously.

Nie Wenqing sneered and said, "If it's a night brake, you can get it directly from the Baibao Pavilion. It's not such a big deal!" In my opinion, there is someone else!"

"Who is that person?"

Nie Wen shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I'm sure that she is in Qingbaoke's box."

Then, Nie Wen added, "My intuition!"

Nie Wenqing gave up the black thread gold, so no one snatched it with Leng Yan. Leng Yan got the black thread gold. Without waiting for the future auction, he had already said goodbye to Qing Baoke.

Qing Baoke watched Leng Yan leave the box, and the teacup in his hand was crushed. He said to Mr. Yun, "Mr. Yun, look at this person..."

"Master Bao, she won't live until tomorrow morning!" Mr. Yun replied.

Qing Baoke nodded and said, "Go!"

Mr. Yun also walked out of the box.

What happened in the box was clearly known by Leng Yan through Bai Ling. She had long thought that Qing Baoke could not help but do it, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly!

I don't want to walk out of the auction venue and turn around. The person waiting there is not an old man, but a smiling teenager!

He was just sixteen or seventeen years old. A head of ink hair spread down to his waist, with a black hairband on the top of his head. The whole person stood there, as if painted on paper.

Leng Yan looked at him. At this time, the cold flame was full of silver hair, which was in sharp contrast to the person opposite.

When the man saw the cold flame, he was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "You are not what I imagined!"

"Oh? What do you think I should be like?" Leng Yan looked at this man. In fact, he could see at a glance that he was Nie Wenqing!

Nie Wenqing grabbed a strand of his hair and said, "At least, the hair should be black!"

He smiled coldly. This smile was like melting ice and snow, which lit up Nie Wen's eyes. He also smiled and said, "Or, when you laugh, it should be like this!"

"Are you Nie Wenqing? That 50 million ink crystals?" Leng Yan looked at the fox eyes and said.

"I am, so can you tell me your name?" Nie Wenqing asked.

"Cold flame!"

As soon as the cold flame's voice fell, Nie Wenqing smiled even happier.

"You are the one I want to wait for!"

Leng Yan didn't understand what he was talking about, so he saw a silver soul array at Nie Wenqing's feet.

There are seven, seven, forty-nine horned stars, and each horned star is full. Obviously, it has reached the peak of the great soul master. Leng Yan frowned slightly. Does a big soul master want to fight against her, a small war spirit emperor?

In this case, she can't show weakness!

The purple battle array of eighteen horned stars appeared at the feet of the cold flame. The pure purple combat power was like a burning flame on the cold flame. Nie Wenqing saw the cold flame battle array and raised a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth.

Leng Yan frowned slightly and felt a little puzzled. It seemed that this hostility was not towards him!

And Nie Wenqing was indeed in a state of battle. Just as the cold flame was stunned, a silver light was like a sharp silver spike, passing from the side of the cold flame, and then plunged into the wall behind the cold flame!

A hole that was just the thickness of the arm appeared on the wall, and the other side of the wall made a scream!

Leng Yan's eyes widened, and she never found anyone hiding behind the wall.

"Little soul master, just want to be wild!" Nie Wenqing said, and his hand gently pushed forward. The cold flame felt a breeze blowing, and then the wall behind her had collapsed.

Leng Yan saw the old man who lay on the ground and had no vitality!

"It seems that the person you are looking for is not very reliable!" Nie Wenqing said to Leng Yan.

Leng Yan curled her lips and said, "With black threaded gold, these are all indifferent things!"

Nie Wenqing frowned and asked, "Do you know the refiner?"

Leng Yan smiled and said, "I'm a refiner myself!"

Then, Leng Yan put away his combat power and said, "Okay, I'm leaving!" When you come to Chongcheng again, you will definitely not recognize me!"

The cold figure disappeared at the end of the street. Nie Wenqing had been looking at her like this, with a smile on the corners of his mouth and whispering in a voice that only he could hear: "That's not necessarily! I have an intuition!"

The white fox came out of Nie Wenqing's collar and asked, "Is that her?" Are you sure?"

Nie Wen shook his head and said, "I'm not sure! But I feel like it's her!"

"It doesn't look like it!" The white fox said.

Nie Wenqing smiled and said, "The appearance doesn't mean anything!" Didn't you hear him? He can refine! Do you think none of the rings on her fingers will cover her identity?

"Then why do you want black threaded gold?" The white fox asked puzzledly.

"She is only seventeen years old!"

The white fox was silent, and finally sighed and said, "The 17-year-old War Spirit Emperor! It's not in the place of exile! If your intuition tells you that she is, then I think she must be!"

"Unfortunate, the boss is still in the Flame Mountain!" Nie Wenqing sighed and said, "I really don't know when I will come back."

Leng Yan left the heavy city in a hurry. She didn't dare to stay more. The old man was dead. If Qing Baoke knew, she might never be able to leave the heavy city again.

Out of the heavy city, he immediately summoned the golden wolf and kept running west.

Why go west? Naturally, the forces over there are relatively complex, and Nie Wenqing's Qingcheng is also in the west.

After running for three thousand miles, the cold flame stopped, summoned Tianchang Tengmu, and fell into the ground!

Since there is black threaded gold, the next step is to refine the magic weapon that can hide your identity.

Or, this is a soul weapon!

The soul weapon is a weapon that can support the soul power. Leng Yan is now the War Spirit Emperor and has been able to use the soul power. The weapon refined in the future is naturally the soul weapon, and what she wants to use naturally needs to be refined more carefully.

The spirit of the Ring of Life jumped out and was very excited around the black threaded gold, which was full of a fist.

"I suggest that you refine a soul weapon that can change your appearance at will! That's the exclusive secret recipe in my collection!"

Change your appearance at will?

Leng Yan is a person who doesn't care much about his appearance, especially the ring that hides his identity, and even his gender is hidden, but he can change it at will, isn't it...

Today, it will become Zhang San, and tomorrow it will become Li Si. This feeling seems to be a little strange.

The spirit of the Ring of Life is still muttering that Leng Yan has cut a small piece of the black threaded gold and thrown a large piece into the space ring.

"Hey!" The spirit of the Ring of Life shouted.

"First make an ordinary ring that can hide my bone age!" Leng Yan said.

"I want you to refine the mask!" The instrument shouted loudly, "The mask! It can cover up the bone age and the cultivation! Even the soul king can't see it!"

Leng Yan looked sideways at the instrument of the Ring of Life and questioned this guy's words.

When the spirit of the Ring of Life saw the appearance of the cold flame, he knew that there was still a play. Yangyang said complaedly, "This is the oldest recipe I found!"

Leng Yan is really moved. She likes the feeling of wearing a mask!

"Is there enough material?" Leng Yan asked.

The instrument of the Ring of Life said proudly, "I'm all ready!"

"So, what should I prepare?" Leng Yan asked.

The spirit of the Ring of Life looked at the cold flame and said very, very seriously, "Next is the most severe test for the refiner!"

"Ah?" Leng Yan felt that he had fallen into the pit again.

"Refine a thousand, oh, no, ten thousand soul weapons!" The spirit of the Ring of Life said.

Leng Yan's eyes widened and shouted, "Why!"

"In order to ensure that you can successfully refine the mask at one time! Isn't it so easy to get black threaded gold? And it's still such a big piece! In addition, other materials are also extremely precious. It is not easy to make up a copy. If you make a mistake and destroy it once, you can't make up a second copy at all!"

"And if it is re-refined, the attribute will be reduced to the lowest point!"

"The lowest point means..."

"Well, it's similar to your current ring!"

The cold flame feels that the world is spinning, and it's really a hard job!