Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 26 How can one be timid in the face of battle (Thanks to Mr. sktuzi for the reward)

Feng Ming looked sideways and saw that it was Mr. Hao, Qing Shu, who came over.

Feng Ming bowed his hands and said, "Junior Brother Qingshuzi."

In fact, Feng Ming felt quite embarrassed at this time.

Although he believed that the ten treasures were completely worth what he had paid, the price was still temporarily increased!

Alas, I am still not suitable for business.

If the master were me, then I should say enthusiastically at this time: "Qingshuzi, you made a profit last time, how can you use the eighth-grade magic sword smoothly?"

Yes, the words "earned it" and "eighth-grade magic sword" must be pronounced loudly to highlight the key points!

It's a pity that I, Feng Ming, am not as shameless as Master.

Qing Shuzi said to the junior brother: "Ah Ming, I'll take senior brother Fengming in, you can go and do your work yourself."

"Yes, yes, senior brother."

This junior fellow student named A Ming still couldn't calm down his eyes.

Unfortunately, he had responsibilities and could only watch Senior Brother Qingshuzi and Senior Brother Fengming enter.

…

The two stepped inside, and Feng Ming found that many disciples were peeking at him.

What the hell is this?

"Senior Brother Fengming, are you not used to it?" Qing Shuzi asked first.

Feng Ming nodded and said: "Yes, the attitude of the junior brothers really surprised me. After all, I, Feng Ming, am not a powerful person."

Qingshuzi laughed and said: "I will explain the matter of the eighth-grade magical sword to all my brothers."

"Senior Brother Feng, you are so young. Not only can you repair my seventh-grade Gu Hong, you can even directly improve the quality by one level, making Gu Hong an eighth-grade magic sword! You are definitely from my Changchun sect, no, you should be from the Human Sect.

Among many sects, he is the leader in weapon refining at the same level!"

"ah?"

Feng Ming turned his head and looked at Qing Shuzi beside him, very surprised.

Shouldn't you use this eighth-grade magic sword to show off to your boss Gu Shuzi?

Qingshuzi said nonchalantly: "I originally wanted to show off to my clan uncle, but then I thought about it, it wasn't a good idea after all."

"The immortals will definitely be able to see through such a little trick. The key is that I don't have the ability to refine the magic weapon to the eighth level."

Feng Ming thought to himself: "I didn't think of this at the time! Wait, this idea came from me. It feels like I'm trying to trick Senior Brother Qingshuzi."

Thinking of this, Feng Ming felt a little uneasy.

At this time, Qing Shuzi said again: "But, Senior Brother Fengming, your sacrificial techniques are so amazing!"

"My uncle said that today's Gu Hong is at least two levels stronger than the ordinary eighth-grade magic sword. It's really amazing!"

"This time, I really made a lot of money!"

It is also the eighth grade, and there are also levels.

The ingenuity of the spiritual array, the induction of mana, etc. can all affect its power.

Obviously, Gu Hong has been recognized by the human immortal Kushuzi!

Feng Ming should be proud.

However, Feng Ming's mind was not on this at this time.

Feng Ming's heart:...Ah? Not only do you feel that you are not losing money, but you are making money?

Originally, it only took 4,800 spiritual coins to get it done. Brother Qingshuzi, you have lost a total of 95,200 spiritual coins.

This is what is called: as long as I don’t feel a loss, I will definitely make a profit!

Qing Shuzi continued to say proudly: "For this reason, I have specially spread your reputation to the public. Senior Brother Fengming, you don't mind, right?"

Seeing Qing Shuzi's cheerful but somewhat uneasy look at this moment, Feng Ming sighed:

"Ah, there are still many good people in the ancient world!"

I obviously cheated him, but he was still very grateful to me.

And he also helped me promote and advertise for me.

Qing Shuzi continued: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother Eight Hundred placed his meat mountain hammer with you. This time you come here, have you completed the sacrifice and promotion?"

After Feng Ming heard this, his lips trembled:...Roshan hammer?

Is this the real name of the magic weapon I am refining?

Domineering and mighty!

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from far away: "Hahaha, Senior Brother Fengming is here!"

Then, Feng Ming felt the ground begin to tremble.

Brother Eight Hundred, he is here.

His body shape determines his ability to attract attention in the first place.

At this moment, he was holding a plump meat leg steak in his hand, which looked a little greasy.

On the face of Senior Brother Eight Hundred, there was no trace of the heavy mood of participating in the Autumn Hunting. Instead, there was a cheerfulness and open-mindedness.

This made Feng Ming think of a sentence: How can a person be timid in the face of battle?

It’s delicious and delicious!

Feng Ming admires such people very much.

He raised his hands and saluted and said, "Senior Brother Eight Hundred, I'm here to give you the Roshan Hammer."

"Hahaha……"

"I thought Qiu Shou would have to use other magic weapons this time, but I didn't expect that Senior Brother Fengming could actually concentrate directly and successfully within a month. It's amazing!"

"Senior Brother Fengming, you are indeed a genius that both Qingshuzi and I admire!"

Senior Brother Lin Babai is very heroic and his voice is loud and clear, like the beating of a bell or the beating of a war drum.

Suddenly, the senior brothers and sisters who were wandering around the labor hall all looked over.

A senior brother who was about to hand over the task suddenly exclaimed:

"What, did I hear it wrong? I will concentrate on it in a month!"

A junior fellow student like A Ming took a breath: "Hiss, senior fellow apprentice Feng Ming from the Weapon Refining Hall, is he so powerful!"

An elder suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, wow, wow, if that's really the case, wouldn't that mean that we are going to take away our title of No. 1 Prodigy of the Changchun Sect?"

"Is this true?"

A cute little fairy said: "Who is Senior Brother Fengming, the one next to Senior Brother Eight Hundred? I actually like him a little bit!"

…

Feng Ming quickly shouted: "Brother, I misunderstood, I misunderstood. In fact, I have failed to concentrate 21 times. Counting it all, I spent a full seven years concentrating!"

"How could I be able to concentrate in just one month? If that were the case, I shouldn't be at the third level of cultivation now!"

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"In terms of cultivation, I actually don't have much talent."

After hearing his explanation, the other brothers and sisters who had just been attracted by Lin Babai's words suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, a genius who can concentrate for a month is really scary!

This far exceeds the achievements of our sect’s Senior Uncle Lu Waner.

Feng Ming: I finally understand why Master asked me to keep a low profile. I'm really not used to the feeling of being watched by everyone.

Some people are born to enjoy the attention of others, the attention and loud cheers.

But some people like to be quiet by nature and don't like to be watched.

As a disciple of Wan Mu Zhenren, the first person with the prefix Wen in the Changchun sect, I still like to be a little transparent.

"Haha, I understand, senior brother is just focusing on refining weapons, hahaha..."

Let’s get to the point!

Feng Ming has a small Qiankun bag for storage, which he borrowed from his master.

After all, the old man stays in his cave all day long without going out. It would be a pity not to use this small universe bag for himself.

"Senior Brother Eight Hundred, you are lucky to have fulfilled your destiny! I have already upgraded your magic weapon for you."

He took out this magic weapon from the Small Universe Bag.

"Boom!"

The sledgehammer hit the ground hard.

Fortunately, the Labor Hall has the blessing of magic, otherwise the ground would have cracked just this moment!

Feng Ming was a little embarrassed.

It wasn't that he couldn't lift it, but he was not used to using such a heavy object, so he dropped it on the ground without paying attention.

"Senior Brother Eight Hundred, please inspect the goods."

Lin Babai's eyes opened and his gaze fell directly on the big hammer, unable to move away at all.

"slim Shady!"

Senior Brother Eight Hundred was so mighty that he swallowed such a big piece of meat leg steak in one bite.

This made Feng Ming couldn't help but complain: "Senior Brother Eight Hundred, don't you even spit out bones?"

However, the current Eight Hundred Senior Brother exhaled streams of breath from the tip of his nose, like thick smoke billowing out when a fire burns.

Amazing momentum!

Senior Brother Lin Babai has long been a strong man in the third realm, and has already reached the peak of "Refining God and Returning to the Void".

The true essence is like fire, and the spirit wanders in the Qingming world!

When he swallows mana, he is very oppressive.

Qing Shuzi and some of the surrounding brothers who came to watch couldn't help but start to retreat.

Feng Ming didn't pay attention at first.

"Huh?"

Feng Ming was surprised: Although Brother Eight Hundred's aura is very powerful, is it so difficult to stand here?

However, Feng Ming knows the importance of following the crowd.

Since everyone has started to slide back, it would be bad if I didn't cooperate.

Therefore, Feng Ming also slid backwards with Qing Shuzi.

…

Senior Brother Eight Hundred poured his mana into his new partner "Roshan Warhammer".

One after another, the spiritual formation patterns lit up, gradually illuminating the Labor Hall!

Qingshuzi looked straight at the Roshan Warhammer with expectant eyes.

"Senior Brother Fengming upgraded my Guhong Sword to the eighth level, so the Roshan War Hammer must also be upgraded to the eighth level, right?"

The light of the spiritual formation shines brighter and brighter.

Qing Shuzi's mood also rose.

"Ninety rays of spiritual light!"

The grade classification of magical instruments has reached a later stage, but it is somewhat particular.

If there are more than ten spiritual formation light patterns, it is a first-grade magic weapon.

If it exceeds twenty levels, it is the second grade.

…

If it exceeds eighty levels, it is the eighth level.

However, the spiritual array light patterns of the eighth-grade magic weapon can reach up to 95!

In other words, only magic weapons with a spiritual pattern of 95 or above can be called ninth-grade magic weapons.

Qing Shuzi was shocked: "Is the speed at which this spirit pattern shines so powerful?"

When you come up, there are 90 spiritual patterns shining directly!

So scary!

In the end, his Gu Hong Magic Sword only had 91 swords.

"ah!"

He suddenly thought of a possibility!

"This, this...could it be that this meat mountain hammer is already..."

(End of chapter)