Chapter 325 (1/2)

The old man scratched his hair and looked at Yan Qingyang askew. After thinking about it, he handed the boot to Yan Qingyang and said, ”OK, then try it. Anyway, I don't want to make it into a top-grade magic weapon this time. Take it and waste it!”

Yan Qingyang took the boots, sat down on his knees, and looked at them carefully.

The reason why this boot can only become a magic weapon of medium quality is that there are not enough arrays and prohibitions on it. Now, there are five arrays and eighteen prohibitions on this boot. Maybe the old man is the limit of the old man.

However, for Yan Qingyang is not, she slowly took a breath, hands to fight the spirit of resolution, the boot slowly floating in the air.

Yan Qingyang gave a soft drink: ”up”. With a flash of his right hand, a cluster of red flames appeared on his hand. Because the old man was here, Yan Qingyang only used the red fire and didn't want to expose himself too much.

Then, holding the fire in her hand, she made a decision with one and melted the boot again.

”Ouch, ouch,” the old man hopped anxiously, ”you're a little son of a bitch, aren't you ruined for me, ah?”

Yan Qingyang ignored him and continued smelting. The old man sat down and stopped making noise.

Then, Yan Qingyang put out the fire with a bang, his hands suddenly and quickly hit the spirit, his hands flying, leaving only a virtual shadow.

At this moment, the old man stood up again and looked at Yan Qingyang's hands excitedly. His eyes were so big that he didn't dare to go out.

Yan Qingyang's hands were flying. After a while, he added three more formations to the boot, adding ten prohibitions. Now, there were eight formations on the boot, and the prohibitions reached 28.

At last, Yan Qingyang drank softly: ”fall!” The last smart decision was made with both hands. Suddenly, the boot was in full bloom. Just for a moment, it was dimmed and fell from control to Yan Qingyang's hands.

At this time, looking at the boot again, you can see the light flowing slightly on it, which seems low-key and noble.

”Look, old man, isn't this the best magic weapon?” Yan Qingyang threw the boot at the old man.

The old man quickly took two steps, carefully took the boots, looked down carefully, and his face was happy: ”Oh, really, really, little... No... master, please...”

He raised his head, stunned, only to meet before empty, Yan Qingyang left early.

The old man scratched his head and suddenly patted his thigh: ”Oh, there's another boot!”