I cast a god soldier in the world of martial arts

Chapter 47
Feng Wenzhao got the yin and yang judge's pen, thanked Qin Feng, and left Duanren Workshop contentedly.

Qin Feng was also very satisfied with the harvest this time, not only got 10 taels and Wuji Golden Pill.

There are also rare materials for casting bipolar swords.

Just when he was about to put these away and prepare to go to rest.

"Master, my apprentice also contributed half of the effort in forging the Yin-Yang Judge Brush this time."

"You made a lot of money this time, you can't eat alone!"

Ling Xinyue's eyes were shining brightly, she looked at Qin Feng expectantly, and also wanted to share a piece of the pie.

"You still have the nerve to ask me for money, can you forge it without me?"

"Tuition fees, food expenses, and accommodation expenses are all short of me. Pay it back slowly!"

"When will you leave your teacher, come talk to me about money again!"

In the morning, Qin Feng consumed some energy from the Divine Weapon Book in order to suppress the Casting God's Blood Curse in her body, which made her heart ache.Money can't buy it.

How can I share a fortune with her at this moment.

However, the energies of those magical weapons books he used can only temporarily suppress Ling Xinyue's curse, and treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

She will still be able to touch it the next time she casts the magic weapon, and the energy of the magic weapon book in her body will have been exhausted long ago.

Qin Feng was so annoyed that he took those belongings and immediately went back to his room to rest.

"Damn it! Iron rooster, you won't pull out any hair!"

"Next time, I will add more salt to your food, I will salt you to death!"

Ling Xinyue snorted coldly, feeling even more emotional in her heart, whether it was her luck or sorrow to have Qin Feng as her master.

After Qin Feng returned to his room, he put the banknotes away first, and then took out the Promise Golden Pill. He felt that there was no abnormality, and there was no abnormal reaction in the book of magic weapons, so he swallowed it.

Then run your own fiery qi to quickly refine it.

A golden hot medicinal effect flowed into his limbs like a surging river.

His whole body was red as if on fire, but as he gradually refined, the blazing heat gradually subsided.

An hour later, Qin Feng finished refining the strong and overbearing medicinal effects in his body.

"It turned out to be a high-grade Promise Golden Pill. That Feng Wenzhao really has the courage to take it out."

Qin Feng felt that there was a strong and pure zhenqi in his body, which strengthened his skill of more than ten years.

Moreover, his body has become stronger and stronger as if he had been completely reborn.

Qin Feng was very satisfied with this, and then took out a small box from his body, which contained a small piece of Yin-Yang Ming Iron.

He took out the broken blade and put it together with Yin-Yang Mingtie.After doing this, I went to rest with a little expectation in my heart.

At this time, Ling Xinyue hadn't gone to rest yet, and was practicing the infinite hammer technique in the courtyard with her purple lightning hammer.

Originally, she just came to practice her hands because she was full of energy.

But after performing it once, I was amazed in my heart.

She wields the Zidian Tianji Hammer like a god, and the power she exerts is twice as strong as before, and the speed is also much faster.

After practicing one set, her Infinite Hammer Technique broke through to the seventh floor again.

"How could this be? Could it be the strange bowl of porridge you drank in the morning?"

Ling Xinyue was pleasantly surprised, but also had some doubts in her heart.

Guess it should be the reason for the bowl of porridge Qin Feng gave her.

I don't know what kind of medicine was put in that bowl of porridge to have such a miraculous effect.

Ling Xinyue was dripping with sweat after performing a whole set of boundless hammer techniques.

So I went to burn a bucket of hot water to bathe and change clothes, and then went back to my room to rest.

In the early morning, when the sky is bright.

Qin Feng woke up and took out Duan Ren with anticipation.

Seeing that piece of red and blue yin and yang iron also turned into a piece of gray iron.

And there was also a gloomy luster on the broken blade.

"Now Duan Ren has absorbed Bloodthirsty Demon Steel, Tianji Spirit Iron, and Yin-Yang Dark Iron. I wonder what kind of weapon it will grow into in the future?"

Qin Feng stared at the broken blade in his hand, waiting and waiting in his heart.

There is no urgent matter today, although he has the materials for the bipolar sword, but it has not been unlocked in the magic weapon book, so he can't forge it rashly.

Moreover, his Tiangang hammer is not suitable for using the infinite hammer method, and Ling Xinyue's Zidian Tianji hammer is not suitable for him.

Therefore, he had no choice but to cultivate the Da Ri Qian Buddha Hand given by Wu Mie.

He hoped that this move could be integrated into his iron-making hand to enhance its power.

Ling Xinyue also took advantage of her free time, the weather was fine.

She started tidying up the other room. She was really not used to the room that smelled of blood.

At noon, Qin Feng stopped to practice and went to the chicken coop to catch another fat chicken.

"Next time, take a few taels of silver and go to the market to buy some chickens and ducks. They will almost be eaten up!"

Qin Feng gave instructions to Ling Xinyue who was busy tidying up.

"Master, you can't eat roast chicken every day, I'm getting tired of eating it, can you change the taste!"

Ling Xinyue muttered and suggested.

"Okay, let's change the taste today!"

"However, I still eat chicken. Just cook a beggar's chicken!"

Qin Feng nodded, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered this unique delicacy.

"Beggar Chicken?"

Ling Xinyue looked puzzled, just hearing the name, she felt that it was not very tasty.

"Don't worry, you have never eaten beggar's chicken, but after you eat it, you want to be a beggar!"

Qin Feng laughed.

There is no beggar chicken in this world yet, Ling Xinyue is of course at a loss after hearing this.

Therefore, Qin Feng quickly slaughtered the chicken, cleaned it and processed it.

A special seasoning is added and the whole chicken is covered with a layer of earth.

Put it in the stove and burn it.

"Master, why are you still covered in dirt? Can this beggar chicken still be eaten?"

Ling Xinyue looked at that beggar chicken like a big mud ball, and she had no appetite at all.

"Don't eat if you dislike you, it's better for me to wait until the next person is full!"

Qin Feng replied lightly.

The temperature in the stove was very high, and after a while, the big mud ball burned like black charcoal.

Qin Feng directly took out the beggar chicken from the stove with his hands.

Seeing the blackened mud ball in Qin Feng's hand, Ling Xinyue immediately backed away.

"If you don't eat, don't regret it!"

Qin Feng directly shattered the layer of burnt black soil with his deep palm force.

A fragrant and tempting chicken smell wafted out.A golden beggar chicken was exposed, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"The chicken can be made like this with clay, it should look delicious!"

Ling Xinyue regretted it in her heart, and hurriedly wanted to come up to try the beggar's chicken.

Qin Feng couldn't wait to pull out a crispy chicken leg and gnawed on it.

Ling Xinyue couldn't bear it anymore, she still begged Qin Feng for a chicken leg.

Then eat with relish.

at this time.

"What chicken flavor, so fragrant!"

A ragged, unkempt beggar.Passing by here, I smelled this tempting fragrance, and walked into the Broken Blade Workshop curiously.

"Master, it's all your fault. It's bad luck to attract all the beggars for what you call a chicken!"

When Ling Xinyue saw the dirty beggar who came in, she looked disgusted.

"Go, go, we are a blacksmith's shop, not a shantang, you beggar went to the wrong place!" Ling Xinyue waved her hand.

"Excuse me, what kind of chicken are you eating? It looks delicious. Can I have a piece?"

The beggar asked politely.

Qin Feng looked back, the male beggar was very young, about 30 to [-] years old, his face was very pale, and there were some scars on his body.

And he was carrying a dirty and smelly bag full of saliva and dirt on his back.

(End of this chapter)