Cold Clouds

Chapter 356 Ymir

Lin Xiaoxiao, who got the new thing, hummed a little tune and returned to the cave. As for what happened to Luopo...what did it have to do with her, Lin Xiaoxiao? Love to death.

After Lin Xiaoxiao returned to the cave, she looked at the Soul-Shaking Hammer with sparkling eyes, observing it carefully from left to right.

Although there are many cracks caused by the Broken Spirit Sword, it is not broken and can be fixed with some repairs. Lin Xiaoxiao took out the giant cauldron of the Nine Dragon Sons and took out the best materials.

Hmmmm~rejoice! I was looking for a good hammer!

Used for blacksmithing.

There's nothing wrong with using the best materials to build the best hammer and then going to work as a blacksmith, right?

If Luo Po took out some other magic weapons, she would use them to repair the two broken heaven-grade magic weapons after she won. However, since he happened to take out a hammer, she was willing to directly repair the hammer into a heaven-grade magic weapon.

As mentioned before, Lin Xiaoxiao now has quite a lot of magic weapons in her hands. After all, all the "garbage" in the ruins of the Ascension Fairy Tower was basically taken up by her, and she also has a bunch of spells and magical powers, but let's put the spells and magical powers aside for now.

Although there are many magic weapons, to be honest, there are quite a few of them that are almost becoming "garbage". Most of them have lost their intelligence, but the materials they make are quite good, so it's a good opportunity to recycle them.

Lin Xiaoxiao started the waste transformation plan, while Luo Po on the other side was already so angry that his face turned blue.

"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!" Luo Po cursed loudly in the cave. The few friends who had accompanied him before didn't want to get into this bad luck, so they gradually dispersed, leaving only Bai Qiansheng's medicine slave.

"Not only have I lost my face, but I've also lost my Soul-Shaking Hammer! Damn it... Damn it!" Luo Po said angrily and punched the wall of the cave.

Bai Qiansheng's medicine slave still had a smile on his face.

This was exactly the result he wanted. Regardless of whether that "Liu Xiao" was Lin Xiaoxiao or not, he never thought that Luo Po could win when their cultivation levels were equal.

He just wanted Luo Po's strength to be weakened after this battle, and now was a good time to take action.

Moreover, the Soul-Shaking Hammer was gone too. This was what this medicine slave feared the most. It was truly an unexpected surprise.

Apart from the Soul-Shaking Hammer, Luo Po, whose old injuries had not yet healed and whose strength was not fully developed after the battle, was no longer a threat to him.

Soon, Luo Po's cave was opened again, and Luo Po, who seemed to have lost his anger, walked out. His friends who had not left and were still discussing something also surrounded him.

"Brother Luo, we have already figured it out. No matter how much that woman stays at home, she will have to complete tasks to stabilize her points. When the time comes, we will ambush that woman, kill her directly, and take away all the treasures on her body," a short man stepped forward, "Brother Luo, what do you think? Ah?"

"No need for that. Victory and defeat are common in the military. I will take it back myself when the time comes." Luo Po said calmly. There was still a hint of anger in his eyes, but he seemed to be enduring it.

"As expected of Brother Luo! He has the bearing of an emperor!" The cronies nearby started to fawn on Luo Po, and while flattering him, they surrounded Luo Po and led him away.

Perfect. The white-haired medicine slave walked out of the cave, fanning himself with a fan, and smiled as he watched Luo Po's receding back.

The transformation of the medicine slaves has been completed. The white-haired medicine slave walked leisurely in another direction. Luo Po, this guy, could have contacted the core disciples of the inner sect. Originally, he could have slowly eroded the entire inner sect, but the attack plan was about to be executed, and Fang Luohai and his men were also in the Fulu Sect. If a large-scale transformation of medicine slaves was carried out, it would be too easy to be discovered.

So now we just need to let Luo Po contact those core disciples of the inner sect and spread the limited amount of strange poison to the elders.

The elders of the inner sect are the backbone of the Fulu Sect's protective formation. As long as the poison gets on one of them and explodes, the power of the formation will be greatly weakened.

The white-haired medicine slave was strolling on the street with a smile on his face. When he passed by a middle-aged man, he handed over a mustard seed bag at an extremely fast speed.

"These are the only poisons I have, use them well~" the white-haired drug slave whispered to the middle-aged man and continued walking on the street.

That middle-aged man - in fact, I couldn't see his specific appearance because of the obstruction of spiritual power, so from his body shape, I could tell that he was probably middle-aged. But to be honest, in the world of cultivation, you could look like anything. Maybe he was only three years old...

Anyway, let’s just refer to this person as a “middle-aged man”.

The middle-aged man walked all the way to the outside of Fulu City. After confirming that no one was following him, he took off into the air and flew towards the forest outside the city.

"Fellow Daoist, you have been following me for so long, isn't it time for you to show up?" The middle-aged man turned around and spoke when he was halfway through his flight.

No one answered.

"Fellow Daoist! I know you're following me. Although I don't know your name, I'm not made of clay. I still have some temper. Don't make me angry!" The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and growled angrily, "I've been following you all the way. Don't make fun of me!"

No one answered.

It seems that there is really no one here. The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, all those masters like Fang Luohai have come. Shouldn't he be more cautious?

The middle-aged man felt relieved and flew a little faster.

What's wrong with this guy? Fang Luohai, who was hiding behind the middle-aged man and following him leisurely, raised his eyebrows, not understanding what this guy was doing.

He was walking around and eating in Fulu City when he saw this guy covering his face and acting sneaky. He followed him all the way, wanting to see what tricks he was going to play.

Fang Luohai would naturally not be fooled by such a baseless scam and followed the middle-aged man all the way. But not far in front of the forest, Fang Luohai suddenly stopped.

What? Fang Luohai subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the next moment, the middle-aged man and the sudden pressure disappeared together.

Fang Luohai swallowed his saliva, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He just saw a huge throne floating in the void, and a majestic and terrifying giant sitting on the throne exuding infinite pressure. The vitality emanating from his body seemed to be able to directly open up the world.

Fang Luohai realized that he was sweating coldly on his back and could no longer sense the breath of the middle-aged man. After searching for a while, he returned empty-handed.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man was swept by a spatial force and came to a different space. In front of him was a giant phantom that was countless times larger than him.

The giant sat on the throne and spoke slowly: "Mortal, you almost got into trouble."

The giant glanced at the middle-aged man, who froze and kept kowtowing to apologize.

"Okay, stop buzzing like a fly and tell me what you want to report." The giant said impatiently.

The middle-aged man put his head to the ground and spoke tremblingly.

"As you command, Lord Ymir."