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Seeing Wang Wei catching the sword so quickly, he casually added:

"The furnace is too ordinary, otherwise I would have been able to reach the silver rank."

"Boom!"

Hundreds of people fell to the ground, unconscious!

So a good stove was all that was needed for the silver rank Treasure Sword?!

So, they were actually just a step away from the birth of a silver rank treasured sword?!

Should he be happy or regretful?!

Countless gazes were fixed on the treasured sword, their minds somewhat sluggish.

Wang Wei was the same, holding onto the treasure sword, he was stunned for a long time. The corners of his mouth could not close for a long time.

Needless to say, the dense fire element contained within the treasured sword was simply too suitable for him.

Furthermore, once the sword was drawn, the surrounding fire element would gather over. If he was cultivating, it would be easier to absorb more fire element.

She said that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

After looking at the Dawn Sword for a long time, he then turned to look at Zhen Mingshi. Wang Wei's face revealed a fanaticism, he no longer cared how ugly the dust on his face looked after burning it for an entire night, he immediately turned and bowed to Zhen Mingshi, and said in a loud and clear voice:

"Thank you master for the sword, I, Wang Wei, will never forget. If there are any requests in the future …"

"I'm not lacking to you, I'm lacking to the girl."

Zhen Mingshi leaped up from the tree, accurately landing beside the little girl.

"If you can't ignite the fire, then don't take my weapon."

"AHH!"

Feng Yi covered her small face, and angrily glared at the crooked guy. Her gaze swept past his sleeves, and she saw once again with absolute certainty that he really was …

She didn't know who it was. So young, so crooked, so …

Feng Yi immediately retreated a little.

Hiding under his father's wings, he carefully asked:

"Why at sunrise?"

He really earned a lot of gimmicks just by acting like this.

The problem was …

Does it matter?

Feng Yi blinked her big eyes, very innocently and very curiously.

Zhen Mingshi strangely maintained a safe distance between him and Feng Yi, looking at the pair of intelligent eyes, he was in a good mood.

However, he still casually said:

"When the sun rises, the fire element is the purest. Using it to refine artifacts is better than any strange stone."

"But how thin are the fire element between heaven and earth?"

A high-pitched voice suddenly cut in, breaking the harmonious scene.

Everyone turned to look.

It was actually Master Hu Zuodong, who had been waiting for an entire night.

At this time, he stared at Zhen Mingshi as if he had seen a ghost.

The fanaticism on his face,

He was definitely the first person on the scene.

That, the pockmarks on his face seemed to have been blown up by the explosion of the cauldron last night. Now, it was completely red, making him seem all the more excited.

Zhen Mingshi didn't even look at him, and casually said to Feng Yi's longing eyes:

"You want to know?"

Uh, nod, shake your head

shake your head, nod

Feng Yi stared at the Grandmaster, and in the end, said innocently: "A bit."

"You don't have a brain, you little piece of trash."

Zhen Mingshi said nonchalantly, he turned and walked towards Wang Family with his hands behind his back.

His back was to the sun. He looked so beautiful, so handsome, so beautiful …

Even the shadow was crooked!

at a 45 degree angle to others...

Wang Zhande pulled Darling daughter.

He gloomily looked at the master in front of him.

There was an indescribable taste in his mouth

"He actually called Miss Feng Yi Little Trash!"

Yan Haomin held the Silver Dragon Spear.

He really wished that he could go up and pick out that crooked guy!

In the back room of Wang Family's main hall.

The Zitan County Lord, Song Shiyou, was sitting up high.

There was another person sitting in the upper seat:

Master Zhen Mingshi

Master Zhen Mingshi.

With just a casual attack …

Using the forging furnace to refine the steel ranked Four Stars and the Morning Star Sword,

This kind of talent was too terrifying.

Not only the people of Wang Family, even Song Shiyou had forced him to sit at the seat of honor.

Now, the Great Master Hu had finally quieted down.

He sat to the side, his injured eyes rolling around in circles.

Everyone ate a delicate breakfast.

Master Zhen Mingshi looked at Feng Yi, and said as casually as before:

"Bring some tea."

Uh, this girl is not like other girls, can you not always be like this?

Song Shiyou was startled, and immediately opened his mouth to interrupt:

"Ugh …"

Originally, yesterday's test,

He wanted to hire a Master Refiner who could craft battle equipment of copper grade or higher.

Since the Master Zhen came,

I ask that you be tired and follow me back to Zitan County.

He would forge a weapon that was most suitable for the little girl.

As for the compensation, I ask Master Zhen to give me your instructions. "

Zhen Mingshi didn't even look at him.

Waiting for Song Shiyou to finish with these courteous words, Zhen Mingshi continued to stare at Feng Yi.

His voice was a bit colder as he casually said:

"Girl, go pour some tea."

Uh!

Wang Wei had already brought tea over.

He hurriedly sent it up …

The most respectful voice came from the side:

"Thank you, Master Zhen, for refining this humble one's war weapon overnight.

I use tea in place of wine,

To the grand master. "

Zhen Mingshi looked at him coldly, and snorted:

"I didn't make that for you."

Without waiting for Wang Wei to choke on his words, he fell to the ground.

He then turned his gaze to Feng Yi and sneered.

"You lazy lass who can't even pour tea, what kind of weapon do you want?"

Wang Song and Yang Family's people,

as well as Hu Zuodong who was at the side.

They were all struck by lightning, causing them to be unable to find their way to the north.

Wang Baojian, who was by the side, saw the elder and spoke:

"Girl, be more courteous to the great master.

Once they had their high rank weapons,

Since you don't need to worry about the people from Color-Killing Mercenaries bullying you,

And don't worry about your father not being able to take care of Zhou. "

Feng Yi turned her head to look at him, and nodded slightly.

Ye Zichen stood up and took the tea from his big brother, then handed it over respectfully.

His eyes stared at the crooked person and he said softly:

"I don't need any weapons, I can just say whatever you want about me.

However, you are a guest in my Wang Family.

You helped my big brother forge such a suitable weapon,

It's not wrong for me to bring you a cup of tea. "

It was only natural for him to entertain the guests.

Feng Yi spoke halfway as she looked at Zhen Mingshi provocatively.

He seemed to be saying, "Just make things difficult for me."

or from the point of view of gratitude,

Anyway, I'm not an ordinary girl who pours tea.

Zhen Mingshi drank the tea calmly, he was in a good mood.

Suddenly, he turned his head around and ignored the girl.

He tilted his head and looked at Princess Song, casually saying:

"What's the reward?"

Princess Song was startled, but her words came out very quickly.

Although the refiner had a bit of a temper, but this one had the most temper.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke in a refined and courteous manner.

"Please come and help us refine the steel ranked war weapon. The reward is usually a few hundred gold baht;

steel ranked Four Stars s like that are probably around a thousand gold stalks. "

"Hiss!"

The people of Wang Family all gasped, as if pulling a bellows:

One thousand gold stalks!

They didn't even mention the precious ores and supplementary materials needed to craft their weapons.

They also didn't say that they needed to prepare very high level large cauldron.

It's just that, the wages!

This was simply burning money!

To be honest, the people who live at the bottom of society,

He would never know what rich people were like, nor where they got their money from.

If it wasn't for the fact that they had wasted their money …

Who could bear to use such a floral method?

"To be wronged, to be wronged, to be made to rob, to be jealous"

Master Zhen Mingshi who was next door, under the sounds of everyone pulling on the bellows, casually replied:

"Then I want ten thousand."

"Ten thousand!"

"gold baht!"

"Puchi!"

Many people died from spitting out blood. They were scared to death!