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F * * k!

Feng Yi was tempted by the beauty.

His eyes sparkled like stars,

She thought that this master was going to give her some advice;

He actually said such words!

Sweating …

Feng Yi unwillingly snorted:

"This is a rudimentary truth that everyone knows, and it is not necessarily not a truth.

Whether or not he could put this matter into practice was up to him.

People often 'know' a lot,

There were only a few people who did it.

To look down on others with one's eyes and one's hands is not important. "

"Then why don't you 'do it' and have a look?"

Master Zhen Mingshi had regained his casual look, casually carrying a bit of disdain.

Feng Yi's eyes were wide open as she looked at the Master in a speechless manner.

Wasn't this a little too direct?

Her eyes were opened wider than her face, until she saw the gaze of the Great Master Hu behind Zhen Mingshi.

Feng Yi rolled her eyes and nodded as she whispered to herself.

"There are many specializations in the art of listening, and there are also specializations in the arts.

360 lines, I can't learn them all right?

What was there to provoke?

The things in the world were 'the wiser is the wiser, the wiser is the wiser!'

I know one thing is enough; why do you have to do everything yourself? "

I don't know why, but I want to reason with him,

Otherwise, this person would always stare at her as if she wanted to do something.

Feng Yi looked at his face and then once again glanced at his sleeve.

He frowned slightly as he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The corner of Master Zhen Mingshi's eyes slanted backwards, as if his vision turned cold, and then disappeared.

He, on the other hand, continued to look at Feng Yi's cute and exquisite little face.

And on this little face, apart from a pair of big eyes,

Everything else seemed to have disappeared;

However, his eyes were extremely sharp!

Master Zhen Mingshi blinked his watery eyes, which were as clean as curved jade lakes, and casually said:

"You have a lot of reasons, but you won't do it.

"Little trash, just cultivate properly."

"Hey …"

Feng Yi opened her mouth, and almost shouted out loud. Fortunately, her mouth was small, so her voice was stuck for a moment …

Master Refiner, what a low-key person ()

and the others surrounded him and were staring at him angrily.

It seemed like they were going to start a fight if they didn't agree with each other.

Feng Yi swallowed her saliva.

His nostrils flared as he glared at Master Zhen Mingshi.

Ignore!

This person …

Very crooked!

Feng Yi inexplicably lost in the bickering.

Her gaze turned back to the center of training field.

One container of resentment after another:

Why was it that there would always be strong, idle people who came to find trouble with her?

Just any random Wang Family could not afford to offend him.

For example, now …

Song Shiyou taking control of all the major decisions in the Wang Family, was truly annoying.

He turned and looked at Song Zixun.

He sat upright on the seat of honor and smiled elegantly.

depressing,

Feng Yi was still looking at artifact forging.

He didn't expect that the 1-star blacksmith had already finished his first batch.

But nothing had come of it, and it was ruined.

He hammered a piece of white iron ore for a long time.

He didn't even get the shape and he just cracked it into several pieces.

After being quenched, they would be crushed to the point that even dregs would be hard to find.

'Really great kung fu! '

Outsiders did not know that strange things happened.

With the defeat of that man, the eyes of everyone on the field began to focus more and more on Iron Cauldron.

"Chi chi chi!"

With a wave of his hand, the object in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Putong

He landed in the bucket, looking like he was about to die!

"Wow, it happened so fast. I've actually refined it more than 20 times!"

Immediately, the surroundings were filled with applause and cheers.

Too excited!

The creation of the true refiner,

How beautiful …

Looking at it was a form of enjoyment.

Feng Yi speechlessly curled her lips, as if she finally understood something.

There is a market for those who are powerful, and to the extreme, there is the effect of idolatry,

Perhaps he could be defined as a "primitive ecology".

"A hundred times refined into steel, I wonder how many times he can refine it?"

Wang Wei said in a low voice.

"Refining steel ranked war weapon, isn't just about refining it a few more times, right?"

"Refining steel ranked war weapon, isn't just about refining it a few more times, right?"

Feng Yi whispered.

Seeing Iron Cauldron's complacent look, he was very happy to be a three star blacksmith.

Maybe he should be a blacksmith all his life.

Accept universal support

"Then tell me, what's the difference?"

The moment Feng Yi's words fell, Master Zhen Mingshi suddenly replied in an amiable manner.

"Ugh …"

Feng Yi was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.

He used his eyes to worship the master, but he still obediently, sincerely, and directly said:

"I have never seen the refiner refine steel ranked war weapon, so I do not know.

But there are some things that, once lost, are far worse. "

Master Zhen Mingshi looked at Feng Yi, and glanced at Master Hu Zuodong.

Although he didn't say a word,

But the meaning in his eyes, body language, seemed to clearly indicate to Feng Yi:

After seeing Great Master Hu's actions, he must tell a difference.

Feng Yi pouted her pink lips.

Why do you make it sound like a homework assignment?

It was the Princess Song who asked someone to help her refine the steel ranked war weapon.

It's not like she was supposed to refine her own steel ranked war weapon.

Why does it have to do with how the other party forges the pill?

Can't this be done?

"Humph!"

At the banquet table, a cough suddenly sounded.

Everyone can hear that this person doesn't need to cough

Feng Yi and Master Zhen Mingshi both tactfully and sincerely sent their gaze over.

Master Hu Zuodong slowly stood up.

He glanced at Feng Yi with some dissatisfaction.

Then, he looked at Master Zhen Mingshi with contempt and provocation.

He was dissatisfied with the bogus master's unceasing seduction of a girl who had little knowledge of the world.

Raising his head and looking at the slightly darkening sky, he said loudly:

"Refining. I prefer the night,

A little quieter;

Listening to the clear sound of the hammer, I seem to hear the music of heaven;

With its guidance, I can find my own heaven! "

"Yo!"

Feng Yi was so frightened that she fell hard. Once again, she crashed into Wang Wei and muttered:

"It's actually a refiner poet, how rare!"

"Hammer!"

Vaguely, it seemed that Master Iron Cauldron had proposed a question for this poem.

Everyone here is a refiner.

Why did he always feel like he was superior?

And it even seriously affected the refining of others?

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, causing the calcination of the iron furnace to almost have a problem.

"Wah!"

Great Master Hu!

Great Master Hu! "

There were stars shining in the eyes of the beautiful young women of the cheerleading squad, which was one more than the stars in the sky.

She wanted the master to take a look at her!

"Aiya, in my entire life, I can personally see a living refiner refining equipment.

"In the end, I didn't live for nothing!"

The old tutor stood to the side and wiped away his tears. He was so excited that his nose was bleeding. Fortunately, he didn't have a nosebleed.

"A single steel ranked war weapon has at least a few.

I wonder what will he be able to refine in a while? "

Some of the mercenaries whistled non-stop, occasionally exchanging a few words in private.

If the other party could refine something of a higher grade, perhaps they could consider it …

"Stop trying to kill him. I'm plotting something against him."

A refiner.

A simple sentence …

How many hundreds of battles would he fight for?

Don't have any bad ideas.

However, if he could agree with the Wang Family and get them to request for his help in refining a large blade.

I am willing to pay. "

The guy beside him felt for his waist pouch, as well as the missing blade on his back, and said in a muffled voice.

The iron grade war weapon on his body was often useless against the Class 3 Magical Beast.

He would be hit until he was riddled with holes and had to be repaired.

Feng Yi picked her ears and frowned. Looking at the crescent moon, she muttered:

"Let's hurry up and start. It's not annoying at all."

She added in her heart:

Seeing this fellow act out, it really made one want to vomit …

Sigh, I'm old.

There's a generation gap with the little girls around

"Chi!"

By her side, there was a low but clear sneer, but this time, it was because Feng Yi was dissatisfied with Great Master Hu.

Feng Yi rubbed her forehead.

He had finally escaped death.