Nie Wuzhi could see that Lin Ye didn't believe it.

He stretched out his hand, and after a moment, there was a blue flying instrument in his palm, shining like a willow leaf.

When he was attacked by a sneak attack that day, his aircraft was shot down by a man in black robe. But later, for some reason, the aircraft, which was obviously useless, actually injured the man in black robe.

At that time, even the man in black robe was shocked. With his strength, he shouldn't be injured, or even be approached by an aircraft of that level.

Of course, Lin Ye also saw Nie Wuzhi's aircraft destroyed, because when he sent Nie Wuzhi back, the dull-looking aircraft was still in Nie Wuzhi's hand.

Lin Ye: "Is it repaired?"

Nie Wuzhi: "It's fixed."

Lin Ye said: "If you just repair the destroyed aircraft and say that you are a famous weapon maker, then I don't want to spend money on you."

Nie Wuzhi: "This is no ordinary aircraft."

Lin Ye: "The things in Shangyang Palace are certainly not ordinary."

Nie Wuzhi: "This is not an ordinary thing from Shangyang Palace."

Lin Ye: "Are you still waiting for me to ask why? Just fart."

Nie Wuzhi was stunned, and then actually laughed.

Talk to Lin Ye.

It's really exciting.

He smiled and said: "I was ambushed that day. The reason why I was able to injure the man in black robe was because he thought it was the most common bird feather blade, but in fact, it was the golden lotus from Shangyang Palace."

Lin Ye: "What Golden Lotus?"

Nie Wuzhi: "It's the Golden Lotus. What does the Golden Lotus mean, you ask?"

Lin Ye: "I thought that when Shangyang Palace named things, it was inseparable from the words bird and phoenix, such as Phoenix Saliva, Bird Feather Blade and so on. According to the vulgarity of Shangyang Palace, this thing is not

Should it be called Feng Jinlian, Huang Jinlian?”

Nie Wuzhi: "Why do you talk so much today?"

Lin Ye: "You were caught stealing something, and you talked too much."

Nie Wuzhi thought about it and thought it made sense.

He said: "This thing does have a name. Its full name is Twelve Pan-Golden Lotus. People in Shangyang Palace of Geling are used to calling it Pan-Golden Lotus."

He said: "This thing only has a plate of twelve petals. Back then, I went to Geling with the master and met the master. The master liked me very much, so he gave me one of the twelve-petal golden lotus."

Lin Ye stood up straight, looked into Nie Wuzhi's eyes and asked, "This is given to you by Master Zhang Zhenren, so why do you think you are a master of weapon making?"

Nie Wuzhi: "The things from Shangyang Palace are blue, purple, gold and red. The red ones are the best, followed by the gold ones."

When he said this, he became slightly satisfied.

"In order to prevent others from seeing that mine is a golden lotus, I made it exactly the same as an ordinary blue bird feather blade. Don't you think I'm powerful?"

Lin Ye: "You transformed a gold-grade aircraft into a blue-grade one?"

Nie Wuzhi: "Uh-huh."

Lin Ye: "Cowhide."

He turned around and continued to look for things. Nie Wuzhi felt a little unhappy when he saw his reaction.

He asked: "Don't you think it's awesome?"

Lin Ye: "I turned an apple into an apple core. Do you think I'm awesome?"

Nie Wuzhi: "Then can you still turn an apple core into an apple?"

Lin Ye: "I planted the seeds, and an apple sapling will grow next year."

Nie Wuzhi: "You...are acting like a hooligan!"

Lin Ye: "You go find your things, and I'll find mine. Can't we not disturb each other?"

Nie Wuzhi: "No, tell me, what kind of aircraft do you want to build?"

Lin Ye said: "I don't build flying machines. I just want to melt the hundreds of daggers I got into a big weapon. Of course it can't be too big."

Before he finished speaking, Nie Wuzhi said: "I can."

Lin Ye: "You don't know what I'm going to do."

Nie Wuzhi: "I probably know."

Lin Ye stopped again, looked at Nie Wuzhi and asked, "Then tell me."

Nie Wuzhi: "You want to build a weapon that is not particularly big, but heavy enough, preferably suitable for girls."

Lin Ye narrowed his eyes: "Is Shangyang Palace still capable of peeking into other people's hearts?"

Nie Wuzhi: "I just accidentally remembered that one time I wanted to visit your home, but you were not there and your sister was playing. I just glanced at it and understood."

Lin Ye also understood.

Nie Wuzhi put his hands behind his back and looked at the roof: "A girl of my age plays throwing sandbags, but she plays throwing millstones."

Lin Ye: "Don't go to my house next time..."

Nie Wuzhi: "I haven't gone since then."
Chapter completed!