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Mysterious patterns made of purple energy slowly rotated around the spear shaft. Du Lin squinted his eyes as he looked at these patterns, which were only slightly larger than ants to him.

"The writing engraved on this seems to be from Da Luo Tian?" Du Lin's tone was full of uncertainty. "Not only that, but I don't recognize the magic used to engrave these inscriptions either."

In fact, Du Lin knew about these inscriptions as soon as they appeared. The young man in front of him was indeed not lying. Not only did he not recognize these magics, but he had never even seen the energy that constituted them.

Du Lin immediately became interested. He didn't expect that after living for so many years, he could still see unfamiliar things in forging. He hadn't felt this way since his thousandth birthday.

"This purple energy is Celestial Energy. It should be very unfamiliar to you. The magic on it was developed by myself, so of course you haven't seen it before."

Yang Le began to explain his weapon to Du Lin, attracting the dwarves and Asgardians around him to come closer and listen, for fear of missing this rare opportunity to acquire new knowledge.

At the same time, Yang Le's generous and selfless sharing also made the dwarves put down their prejudices. There were not many fools… good people who could share their technology so selflessly.

However, these craftsmen also knew that it was not good to listen for free, so they brought a gift with them. Some brought raw materials, and some brought their own forged gadgets. In short, none of them came empty-handed.

In their opinion, being able to exchange their existing things for unknown technology was simply a sure-win deal, a good thing that was hard to find even with a lantern.

But, is Yang Le really a sucker? Of course not, because if you want to use Yang Le's technology, Celestial Energy is the most basic threshold. Without Celestial Energy, you can't use the technology Yang Le talks about, and there is no concept of Celestial Energy in the Marvel Universe.

The entire Marvel Universe's Celestial Energy is monopolized by Yang Le. If you want to use Celestial Energy, there is only one way now, and that is to join the Supreme Heaven, which is still Yang Le's clone.

In other words, as long as you enter the door of Celestial Energy, you will be under Yang Le's surveillance all the time. As long as Yang Le wants, he can take back the right to use Celestial Energy at any time.

The things that Yang Le is explaining to them now, even if they are said clearly and understandably, these craftsmen can't use them, so it doesn't matter if they are explained thoroughly.

Of course, if someone gets inspiration from Yang Le's technology and understands something on their own, then Yang Le can't control it. After all, that is taught by people and obtained by talent, and it should be understood by them.

Odin looked at everything in front of him with relief. The words Yang Le said at the beginning really made him sweat. He even wanted to intervene in advance to help Yang Le out of the predicament.

Perhaps it was because the aura of the Asa Protoss on Yang Le's body was too strong. Odin always had a feeling of looking at a junior when he looked at Yang Le, but it was a pity that he was not a real Asa Protoss.

If Tyr was still alive, his child should be so old, right?

Thinking of his son who was missing an arm, Odin felt a burst of melancholy, and then he thought of his daughter who was killed by the birdmen. Perhaps he was really old, and he always liked to think too much during this time.

Rubbing his temples, Odin looked at Yang Le, who had become one with the craftsmen, and quietly withdrew from the forge. He couldn't help but shed tears if he looked at him again, this old man.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Perhaps because he hadn't experienced the bed at home for a long time, Thor felt that he slept especially well, but in order to be vigilant against Loki, he did not covet the soft bed, but got up early.

Relying on the magic he learned when fighting wits and courage with Loki, Thor easily left the dormitory without being noticed by anyone. After asking a servant about Yang Le's location on the way, he set off towards the forge.

On the way, Thor felt strange. Why did Yang Le have to run to the hot and noisy forge instead of living in a good dormitory? What was so good about those dwarves? Wouldn't it be better to ask his father for a good weapon?

Based on the friendship between Yang Le and himself, although those dangerous things could not be given, it was still possible to get one or two magical weapons. Or did he want to build a weapon that belonged to him alone?

Before long, Thor arrived at the forge. As soon as he pushed the door open a crack, a deafening clang came from inside. Thor, who was good at using a hammer, of course understood what that sound was. It was the sound of a hammer hitting metal.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Bang!"

With the last completely different sound, the ears were once again quiet. This meant that the hammer user had completed his work.

Completely opening the door, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. It was Yang Le. There was a huge anvil in front of the other party, and a forging hammer was placed on the anvil, apparently just put down.

These could not attract Thor's attention. What really made Thor stare was the weapon Yang Le was holding, a golden short spear. From time to time, golden streamers of fire flowed out of it with Yang Le's movements.

This was a magic weapon no weaker than Mjolnir. Thor, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could see it at a glance. If it was on the battlefield, he would definitely have to compete with the owner of this weapon.

No, there was no need to set the rules on the battlefield.

"Hey! Happy!"

Yang Le turned his head after hearing Thor's loud voice, and only saw a strong man with bright eyes. Thor's eyes were burning with raging flames.

"Don't you want to try out the weapons you just made? How about having a sparring match with me?"

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Yang Le smiled and spun the short spear in his hand a few times, then suddenly threw it. A ball of fire was thrown to the ground by him, and then turned into sparks and disappeared.

"That's exactly what I want."

"Good! Happy!" Thor laughed after hearing the answer he wanted, and hurried forward to pull Yang Le's hand and pull him outside.

"Let's go, let's go to the arena. This place is too small to use. Although it is a sparring match, you must not hold back, otherwise I will be angry."

For a true warrior like Thor, if you defeat him, he will never be angry, but will only stimulate his fighting spirit and make him stronger, but if you hold back, even if Thor wins, he will be embarrassed and angry, and even break off the relationship is possible.

"I haven't had breakfast yet." Yang Le looked at Thor, who was in a hurry, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The latter didn't take it seriously and said carelessly.

"Asgardians won't starve to death if they don't eat a meal, and there is a restaurant next to the arena. It's not too late to eat after the fight."

Helpless, facing the crazy Thor, Yang Le could only honestly follow behind him, who made him want to try the power of the weapon too?