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

Chapter 26 How can you be timid when you are on the battlefield (thanks to sktuzi for the reward)

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

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

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

Although he thought that the ten treasures were completely worthy of what he had paid, it was still a temporary price increase after all!

Hey, I'm really not suitable for business.

If the master is me, then at this time I should say enthusiastically: "Qing Shuzi, you made money last time, so the eighth-rank magic sword is easy to use?"

That's right, the two words "earned" and "eighth-grade magic sword" should be pronounced loudly and emphatically!
It's a pity that I, Fengming, am not as thick-skinned as Master.

Qing Shuzi said to the junior brother: "Ah Ming, I'll take Brother Fengming in, you can go and get busy on your own."

"Yes, yes brother."

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

It's a pity that he has a responsibility, so he can only watch Senior Brother Qing Shuzi and Senior Brother Fengming enter.

……

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

This... what the hell?

"Senior Brother Fengming, are you not used to it?" Qing Shuzi took the lead to ask.

Feng Ming nodded, and said: "Yes, I am a little surprised by the attitude of my juniors. After all, I, Feng Ming, am not a powerful person at all."

Qing Shuzi chuckled, and said: "I have explained the matter of the eighth-grade magic sword to all senior brothers."

"Brother Feng, you are so young, not only can you repair my seventh-rank Guhong, but also directly upgrade the quality by one level, making Guhong an eighth-rank dharma sword! You are definitely my Changchun sect, no, it should be taught by people. Among the many sects, one of the best crafting masters at the same level!"

"what?"

Feng Ming turned his head to the side, looking at Qing Shuzi beside him in surprise.

Shouldn't you be using this eighth-grade dharma sword to pretend to be a bully with your dead tree boss?
Qing Shuzi said indifferently: "I originally wanted to go to the clan uncle to show off, but after thinking about it, it's not very good after all."

"An immortal can definitely see through such a small trick. The key point is that I am not capable of refining the magic weapon sacrifice to the eighth rank."

Feng Ming said in his heart: "I didn't think of this at the time! Wait, I came up with this idea, it feels like I'm cheating Senior Brother Qingshuzi."

Thinking of this, Feng Ming felt a little uneasy.

At this time, Qing Shuzi said again: "However, senior brother Fengming, your sacrificial training technique is too powerful!"

"My uncle said that today's Guhong is at least two grades stronger than the ordinary eighth-rank magic sword, which is really amazing!"

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

The same is the eighth grade, and there are also levels.

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

Obviously, Gu Hong has been recognized by the human immortal Ku Shuzi!
Feng Ming should be proud.

However, at this time Fengming's thoughts were not on this.

Fengming thought in his heart: ... huh?Do you not only feel that you are not losing money, but instead feel that you are making money?
Originally, it only took 4800 spiritual coins to get it done, Senior Brother Qing Shuzi, you have lost a full 95 spiritual coins.

This is the so-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 specially spread your reputation, Senior Brother, you don't mind, Senior Brother Fengming?"

Looking at Qing Shuzi's cheerful but somewhat disturbed appearance at this time, Feng Ming sighed with emotion:
"Ah, Honghuang still has a lot of good people!"

I obviously cheated him, but he is still full of gratitude to me.

And he also helped me publicize and advertise for me.

Qing Shuzi continued: "Senior Brother, Eight Hundred Senior Brother put his Roushan Hammer in your place. You have come here this time, have you completed the sacrifice and promotion?"

After Feng Ming heard this, his lips trembled again and again: ... Roshan Hammer?

Is this the real name of the magic weapon I sacrificed?
Domineering, mighty!
But at this moment, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Hahaha, Senior Brother Fengming is here!"

Then, Feng Ming felt the ground start to tremble.

Brother Eight Hundred, he is here.

His size determines that he can attract people's attention in the first place.

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

On the face of senior brother Babai, he couldn't see the heavy heart that he was going to participate in the autumn hunting at all, but there was a kind of heartiness and open-mindedness.

This made Fengming think of a sentence: How can you be timid when you are in battle?
Delicious and delicious!

Feng Ming admired such a person very much.

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

"Hahaha……"

"I thought that Qiushou would have to use other magic weapons this time, but I didn't expect Brother Fengming to be able to concentrate directly and succeed within a month. It's amazing!"

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

Brother Lin Babai was very heroic, his voice was resounding, like the beating of a bell or the beating of a war drum.

Immediately, the brothers and sisters who were wandering around the labor hall looked over one by one.

A brother who was about to hand over the task suddenly exclaimed:
"What, did I hear wrong? Concentrate on it for a month!"

A little brother like A Ming gasped: "Hiss, brother Fengming from the Artifact Refining Hall, is he so powerful!"

An elder suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, wow, if that's the case, wouldn't that mean taking away the name of our Changchun faction's number one pride?"

"Is this true!"

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

……

Feng Ming hurriedly shouted: "Brother, I misunderstood my misunderstanding. In fact, I have failed to concentrate 21 times. Counting it, I have spent seven years in concentration!"

"How could it be possible for me to focus on it for a month? If that's the case, I shouldn't be in the third realm now!"

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"Above cultivation, I don't actually have much talent."

Hearing his explanation, the other senior brothers who had just been attracted by Lin Babai's words breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it's really scary to be a celestial arrogance who concentrates on it for a month!

This, far surpasses the achievement of my uncle Lu Wan'er.

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 gaze of others, the attention and loud cheers.

But some people are born to like to be quiet and don't like to be watched.

As the No. 1 disciple of the No. [-] Wanmu real person with the prefix of Changchun school, I still like to be a little transparent.

"Hehe, I understand, senior brother just focused all his attention on the refining tool, hahaha..."

It's time to get to the point!
Fengming 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 and doesn't go out, so it's a pity not to use this small Qiankun bag for himself.

"Senior Brother Eight Hundred, fortunately you have lived up to your fate! I have already upgraded your magic weapon for you."

He took out this magic weapon from the small Qiankun bag.

"Boom!"

The sledgehammer hit the ground heavily.

Fortunately, the Hall of Labor Services is blessed with mana, otherwise, the ground would be split open all of a sudden!

Feng Ming was a little embarrassed.

It's not that he can't hold it, but he's not used to handling such a heavy object, so he just dropped it on the ground without noticing it.

"Brother Eight Hundred, you inspect the goods."

Lin Babai's eyes opened, and his gaze fell directly on the big hammer, and he couldn't move it away.

"slim Shady!"

Senior Brother Babai was too mighty, so he swallowed such a big piece of pork leg steak in one gulp.

This made Fengming couldn't help complaining: "Brother Eight Hundred, don't you spit out your bones?"

However, the current Senior Brother Eight Hundred spewed out breaths from the tip of his nose, like thick smoke rolled out when a raging fire burns.

Amazing momentum!

Senior brother Lin Babai has long been a strong man in the third realm, and he has already reached the peak of "refining the gods and returning to the void".

The true essence is like fire, and the mind travels to Qingming!
When he swallowed mana, he was 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.

"what?"

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

But Fengming knows the importance of following the trend.

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

Therefore, Feng Ming also slid backwards along with Qing Shuzi.

……

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

The lines of the spirit array lit up, gradually illuminating the labor hall!

Qing Shuzi stared at Roshan Warhammer with anticipation.

"Senior Brother Fengming raised my Guhong Sword to the eighth rank, so the Roshan Warhammer must also be able to upgrade to the eighth rank, right?"

The brilliance of the spirit array is getting brighter and brighter.

Qing Shuzi's mood also rose accordingly.

"Ninety auras!"

The grade of the magic weapon is divided into the later stage, but it is a bit particular.

More than ten lines of light in the spirit array are first-grade magical artifacts.

More than twenty, is the second grade.

……

More than eighty dao, is the eighth grade.

However, the light pattern of the eighth-grade magic weapon can reach up to 95 lines!
In other words, only magical artifacts with more than 95 spirit patterns can be called ninth-grade magical artifacts.

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

As soon as it came up, 90 spirit patterns shone!
Horror!
In the end, his Guhongfa sword only had 91 strikes.

"what!"

He suddenly thought of a possibility!
"This, this... Could it be that this Roshan Hammer is already..."

(End of this chapter)