Dominate the world

After joining Zhenjin, Shihong is already a gold-rank soldier, and he is also a top-notch gold-rank soldier.

It was enough for a fourth-rank martial artist like Jiang Xiaobai, but today the opponent wants to temper it again.

"Are you shaking gold again?" Ning Zecheng asked subconsciously.

Refining the spine does not require simple materials, but a large amount of shock gold.

Ordinary materials are useless to Cihong, only Zhenjin, or even Yuan Iron can improve Cihong's rank.

"Yes!" Jiang Xiaobai nodded, offering Zhenjin with both hands.

"This is?" Ning Zecheng took the iron box, opened it casually, and found Zhenjin inside. "Why so many?"

The shock gold in the iron box is more than half a catty. The last time Jiang Xiaobai only took 200g of shock gold, which is already extravagant enough. Today, he took out more than half a catty of shock gold just like selling blood.

"This was given to me by a friend." Jiang Xiaobai didn't say Lu Bufan's name.

After all, Lu Bufan's name is very sensitive now, affecting many people's nerves.

"Okay, that's no problem." Ning Zecheng didn't shirk, got Zhenjin and Cihong directly, turned and entered the refining room.

After Ning Zecheng left, Zhao Chong let out a long breath.

"Xiaobai, is this really okay?" Zhao Chong said quietly.

"What's good?" Jiang Xiaobai asked knowingly.

"It's not good for you to lie to an old man like this! Will you feel guilty?" Zhao Chong asked.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Xiaobai looked at Zhao Chong and said.

"As a brother, we have the same difficulties. Give me half of the weapon, and I'll help you with this." Zhao Chong licked his lips and looked at Jiang Xiaobai's backpack.

"Hehe!" Jiang Xiaobai sneered, "You think too much, aren't you the greatest craftsman in the future? How can you value such a small thing?"

"Isn't that from the future? I'm in the growth period now, and I need your investment." Zhao Chong said brazenly, "You can give me a third."

"Don't even think about it!" Jiang Xiaobai resolutely shook his head and refused.

"Look at what you're doing!" Zhao Chong cursed resentfully, "We grew up naked."

"Beep beep again, believe it or not, I'll tell Mr. Ning not to accept you?" Jiang Xiaobai threatened.

"If you don't accept it, you won't accept it..." Zhao Chong said indifferently.

After half a second, he immediately reacted, with an ecstatic look on his face: "What did you just say?"

"Can you ask Mr. Ning to accept me as a disciple?"

Ning Zecheng's apprentice!

Zhao Chong has been working hard for a long time, but he has only become a registered disciple. Zhao Chong needs to refine silver-level soldiers to be able to truly apprentice.

Silver rank soldier!

I am afraid that this will not be realized until the year of the monkey.

"Yes." Jiang Xiaobai said noncommittally.

"Brother Bai, you are simply my reborn parents." Zhao Chong immediately bowed to Jiang Xiaobai, "I have already thanked you, you must do this for me."

Why is this girl so shameless?

Jiang Xiaobai took a look at Zhao Chong, why didn't he see before that this guy's shameless appearance is unmatched by anyone?

Two hours later, Ning Zecheng slowly came out of the refining room, holding the sword in both hands and couldn't put it down.

"Xiaobai, the more I look at this weapon, the better it looks. It is simply a perfect work of art." Ning Zecheng reluctantly handed it to Jiang Xiaobai, "How about I exchange it with you for a super-platinum soldier?"

"Isn't the assassin at the platinum level now?" Jiang Xiaobai asked after the assassination.

"Yes!" Ning Zecheng replied subconsciously.

"Then why should I change it?" Jiang Xiaobai stared at Ning Zecheng, "If it's a full gold shock weapon..."

"Don't think about it, I don't have any." Ning Zecheng waved his hand in annoyance, "Zhenjin weapons are the soldiers of the master-level powerhouse, not to mention that I don't have one, and there are only a handful of them in Los Angeles."

A complete shock weapon.

The price is expensive, and only the top masters can have it.

Even Lu Ping, who used to be, only possessed a weapon that was [-]% gold-shocking.

This is enough to see the preciousness of Zhenjin.

"That's a pity..." Jiang Xiaobai sighed, "Old Ning, how many credits do you need for this tempering?"

"The credits are fine." Ning Zecheng stared at Jiang Xiaobai, "The main thing is that he can help me contact that senior, or it would be even better to have the treasures refined by him."

"It's not impossible." Jiang Xiaobai said, "That senior once promised Zhao Chong that he would give him a weapon."

"To him?" Ning Zecheng glanced at Zhao Chong. "How can I give it to this kid?"

After Zhao Chong heard it, his face was drawn very long, and he complained secretly in his heart: "Why can't you give it to me?"

"Hmm!" Jiang Xiaobai said helplessly, "This is what that senior meant, and I dare not ask."

"Boy, don't you want to join my sect?" Ning Zecheng looked at Zhao Chong, "Give me the weapon over there, you are my direct disciple."

"If you make friends with that senior in the future, you will be my successor."

"Ah?" Zhao Chong, who was originally heartbroken, suddenly became enlightened after hearing Ning Zecheng's words.

Happiness came so suddenly?

A direct disciple?

Successor?

Is this to make yourself stand out?

Only then did he understand what Jiang Xiaobai had just said.

"Why, you don't agree?" Ning Zecheng saw that Zhao Chong didn't speak, thinking that the other party would not accept this condition.

"No, Mr. Ning, my admiration for you is like..." Zhao Chong was about to speak when Ning Zecheng interrupted him.

"Let me declare first that if you don't meet my requirements, even if you give me weapons, I will not accept you. At most, I will give you enough compensation." Ning Zecheng reminded.

Ning Zecheng is a well-known mentor of the Qi Academy. Although he is not the dean of the Qi Academy, there is not much difference.

He accepts disciples very strictly, even in the Weapon Academy, there are very few warriors who can fall into his eyes.

"I understand, I understand!" Zhao Chong nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Then it's decided!" Ning Zecheng said.

Regarding weapon refining, he seemed to be extremely crazy obsessed. He thought that his level of weapon refining was one of the best in Los Angeles, but when he saw Jiang Xiaobai's assassination, he suddenly felt that he was just a primary school student in the tool refining world.

A seemingly ordinary weapon is as delicate and flawless as a perfect work of art.

"Follow me from now on!" Ning Zecheng patted Zhao Chong's shoulder, "I heard from your mentor that you want to become the world's number one refining master?"

"Yes!" Zhao Chong suddenly became radiant, "This is my dream."

"Do you know what level I was when I was your age?" Ning Zecheng asked again.

"I don't know..." Zhao Chong replied.

"When I was like you, I had already refined a perfect silver-level soldier, and I could even refine a gold-level soldier."