Chương 1242: Forging the Purple Baron (1)

After going back and settling An Ran down, Shen Yanxiao began to feel depressed.

She took the Purple Baron and An Ran's red longbow before running outside the tree house, sighing at the glowing sunset.

If the battle energy of humans could not be used on the bows made by elves, it would definitely be a major blow to her get-rich plan!

Didn't they say that she would make a huge profit? Please don't cheat me!

In order to verify whether her assumption was correct, Shen Yanxiao flowed her human battle aura to the red longbow and shot an arrow at the tree trunk on the side.

The arrow went straight into the tree trunk.

"Wait, isn't this usable?" Shen Yanxiao blinked her eyes. The bows and arrows of elves could accept battle aura, but the power of the magic nucleus was a bit smaller.

But why couldn't her Purple Baron accept the power of her source of life?

'You forgot something.' A slightly cold voice sounded in Shen Yanxiao's mind.