Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

"You girl is sweet-mouthed, don't you take a fancy to your Uncle Huo's newly refined treasure again. The

burly middle-aged man reached out and touched Qiao'er's head, and after speaking, he laughed first.

I only heard Qiao'er pouting and said, "Uncle Huo, don't make fun of Qiao'er anymore."

"Good, good, haha. Then

he looked at Wang Feng and said, this is not our Qiao'er, the Feng "brother" who often hangs on his lips.

Ashamed of that girl, a big red face hid behind Wang Feng and refused to show her head again.

Seeing this, Wang Feng hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Junior Wang Feng, I have seen Uncle Huo.

"Wang Feng, right? Since you are Qiao'er's girl's "elder brother", you don't need to be polite. Uncle Huo said, and deliberately accentuated the word "brother".

Wang Feng thought to himself, this Uncle Huo is really a wonderful person.

It's just that it's difficult for Qiao'er's girl, who is usually lively, but at this time she lowered her head all the way, and she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Uncle Huo's refining shop is not big, there are only two inside and outside.

The outside was filled with all kinds of swords, guns, swords, and halberds that had been refined, but inside was a large refining furnace and a partition full of various refining materials.

"Boy, don't get distracted. I heard Qiao'er's girl say that you are going to hunt demon beasts in the green horn forest next to you recently, and you are going to fight a magic weapon that you can use.

Wang Feng came back to his senses quite embarrassed, he was really dazzled by Uncle Huo's room full of weapons, and he was a little distracted for a while.

"Yes, I want Uncle Huo to help me make a dagger. As

he spoke, he took out a drawing that had already been placed in his arms and handed it to Uncle Huo on the other side.

Seeing Uncle Huo's gradually frowning brows, Wang Feng's heart sank.

After Uncle Huo finished reading it, he put down the drawings and hurriedly asked. "Uncle Huo, isn't it too complicated to build?"

"What do you say? Stinky boy looks down on you Uncle Huo, doesn't he?" Uncle Huo pretended to look at Wang Feng with a slight anger.

Wang Feng hurriedly replied, "The kid didn't mean

this, he just saw the ...... expression of the uncle just now," Before Wang Feng finished speaking, he only heard Uncle Huo on the other side say again, "Boy, to be honest, where did you get the design drawings of this weapon

?" "Uncle Huo, is there any problem?" Wang Feng hurriedly asked.

"There is no problem, and the design is very clever, but it is too damaging and hurtful. Quickly

wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. Xin said, "This Uncle Huo really talks paragraph by paragraph, scaring people to death."

Wang Feng wanted to say that this was his own design, but when he saw Uncle Huo's face, he could only lie and say, "I saw it in an ancient book."

Uncle Huo glanced at him twice and didn't say anything more.

Wang Feng knew in his heart, "How can there be any ancient books, this is obviously the Mitsubishi military thorn that was the standard for his last world special forces."

Why is it damaged, hey...... "

In fact, what Wang Feng doesn't know is that the Mitsubishi military thorn can indeed be regarded as a very yin damage dagger.

Not to mention its diamond-shaped structure, so that it has three bloodletting grooves, just talking about the zigzag barb design on its three edges, it is really not something that ordinary people can stand to poke.

However, this is understandable, after all, this is the last world for special forces, and the battlefields of special forces are all elite fighters from all countries, and every move is death and death.

Don't you know that being merciful to the enemy is cruelty to yourself!

" That kid, in addition to the requirements for styling, do you have any other requirements for materials?" Uncle Huo looked at Wang Feng and asked again.

"The sharper, the better. Wang Feng said sneeringly.

When Uncle Huo heard what he said, he rolled his eyes again.

didn't talk nonsense with Wang Feng anymore, walked straight to the rack where he placed the materials, and took out a piece of yellow ore about the size of a fist. said: "Cheap you kid."

But Wang Feng was unhappy in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Huo, is the color of this ore too bright, it really doesn't conform to the principle that the younger generation has always been low-key."

Can you ask Uncle Huo to change it again?"

"Low-key? Are you still low-key? Don't think I don't know what you did in the trial place.

Do you know what kind of ore this is? Don't get cheap and sell it, if it weren't for Qiao'er's face...... Xuan Jingshi, have you heard of it?"

"Hmph......" He snorted coldly, as if he had suffered a big loss.

Not to mention, through the evil supplement of various knowledge in the past three months, Wang Feng really knows the ore of Xuanjing.

According to the book, this kind of weapon made of spar is not only extremely sharp, but also can often attract nearby light to dazzle the opponent during the fight, and the end is extremely powerful.

Imagine that when you fight, the opponent not only has to guard against your moves, but also always beware of the glare of your weapon from time to time, how much advantage does this have?

Of course, this is only for low-level monks in the foundation building period and below, and it has no effect on monks above the Jindan stage.

As soon as the monk reaches the golden pill stage, his consciousness can be released, and he no longer needs to perceive the situation around him with his eyes.

Otherwise, with Uncle Huo's cultivation during the foundation building period, it would be impossible to keep this spare.

However, this was a great surprise for Wang Feng at this time.

It's just that he didn't expect Uncle Huo to inquire into his own details, which made Wang Feng feel a little vigilant in his heart.

When Wang Feng reacted, he saw that Uncle Huo had already taken the dazzling spar and came to the iron furnace to smelt it.

Wang Feng and Qiao'er were both laymen in refining weapons, so they had to stand beside them with their heads down, not daring to say more.

Wang Feng kept staring at the movements of Uncle Huo's hands, not daring to divert his gaze, lest he miss an important step.

Qiao'er's girl was obviously not a master who could stand loneliness, and after not staying for a few minutes, she sneaked out to the outside.

The dazzling crystal that had been smelted in a high-temperature furnace quickly changed shape under Uncle Huo's sledgehammer.

Smash flat, stretch, smash flatten, stretch again, quench again.

And so on and so forth, no less than a thousand times.

What Wang Feng cares about the most is Uncle Huo's set of actions, which seems to be in line with some kind of law.

Although Wang Feng's insight does not understand it very well, he also knows that it must be a rare set of skills.

When Wang Feng was looking at it in a trance, Uncle Huo, who was originally building the platform, stepped in front of him.

Grabbing Wang Feng's left hand, he involuntarily picked up the three-edged thorn that was being refined, and swiped towards Wang Feng's fingers.

When Wang Feng came back to his senses, he wanted to resist, but unfortunately it was too late.

The three-edged thorn made of the dazzling light crystal was really sharp and abnormal, and with just a slight stroke, it left a large bloody hole on Wang Feng's finger.

Blood suddenly flowed along the tip of the three-edged thorn and spread all over the body.

Wang Feng was still there in a daze, only listening to Uncle Huo's mouth chanting the words, "The way of blood refining, bloodthirsty becomes a demon, the demon soldier is ready, and the lord returns to his position."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the three-edged thorn roll in the air and land firmly on his left hand.

Wang Feng subconsciously held it and waved it twice, only to feel like an arm commanding to do whatever he wanted, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"The kid thanked Uncle Huo. Wang Feng hurriedly saluted Uncle Huo.

"Get out of here, take the girl with you. Uncle Huo changed his normal state, and suddenly his tone became stern.

He saluted Uncle Huo again, feeling that his state at the moment seemed to be very wrong, and he didn't dare to stay longer.

came to the front room, took Qiao'er's hand, and hurriedly walked out of the refining room.

In the inner room where Wang Feng couldn't hear it, he only heard Uncle Huo muttering to himself alone, "I...... What's wrong with me today...... Why did you train that kid a magic soldier...... I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse...... That's it......".

It is said that Wang Feng pulled Qiao'er a few steps out of the store, and suddenly remembered something, he walked fast, but he forgot to ask Uncle Huo how much it cost to build the spirit stone.

I felt that the fingers of my left hand behind my back at this time still had a faint pain, and I didn't feel a trace of fear.

Fortunately, it is not to be unfavorable to himself, otherwise it would be really terrible, which also alerts Wang Feng's future path to cultivating immortals, and his character of being careful in everything.

Took Qiao'er's hand and walked all the way forward, anyway, Uncle Huo didn't plan to go over today.

He turned to Qiao'er and said, "Let's go, take my brother to find a shop that sells monster skins." "

Okay, Brother Feng. Qiao'er responded obediently, and then led the way, followed by Wang Feng.