Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

"You have watched other people's crafting for a long time, Cultivation Base+5, Artifact Refining +5..."

Inside the refining room, it was very hot.

The disciples sitting around the six Elders watching the study were sweating profusely.

But Qin Hao was an exception. He was watching the Six Elder's forging with great interest while eating watermelon.

Before coming here, he specifically asked what is special about the refining room.

It is learned that the temperature of the refining room is not low.

He brought a storage bag of ice cubes to cool off.

Just use a little spell casually to make the ice cube play the air conditioning effect.

In Taiyi Sword Sect, after entering the Gold Core realm, every cultivator will choose an own natal sword.

Generally, this natal sword will not be changed again, but will be constantly forged and upgraded like a master.

With the improvement of strength, the natal sword will continue to upgrade, and finally reach the Realm where the human sword is one.

Although Qin Hao didn't intend to forge the natal magic sword himself, he had plans to upgrade the magic sword himself.

As a man who has played online games, there is nothing happier than strengthening weapons by yourself.

How many nerds in previous lives have wasted materials, scrapped weapons, and recharged a lot of money in order to strengthen the sound of success.

time flies.

At night, Qin Hao had no intention of leaving, but asked Xiaoyu to go back first to report Wan'er was safe.

Learning makes people happy.

What's more, eating while blowing on the air conditioner doubles the learning effect.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is no happy water, only iced wine can be used instead.

Going back another day, I have to study some iced drinks.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

There was only the sound of sizzle flames in the entire refining room.

The disciples of Zhu Jianfeng all focused on watching the Six Elder's forging, for fear that they would miss any link.

Just when everyone was immersed in it, a strong smell of wine disrupted their thoughts.

What a delicious wine!

Some ordinary disciples were quickly attracted by the strong aroma of wine.

Who is so courageous to drink in the refining room!

Several disciples looked in the direction where the aroma of the wine came from, and saw Qin Hao lying on his side drinking, looking at the six Elder refiners.

Isn't this kid too bold?

Simply lawless!

If it wasn't for the six Elder not allowing others to disturb him when he was refining the weapon, all the disciples wanted to report this guy.

Gradually, more and more people, smelling the aroma of wine, set their eyes on Qin Hao.

Qin Hao didn't seem to realize that after drinking a pot of wine, he changed to a comfortable position and lay down.

"You have studied forging, fishing, deserting, and drinking seriously from others. Artifact refining +2, Cultivation Base +2..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Qin Hao showed satisfaction on his face, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This guy actually dares to sleep!

It's just not six Elder To put in one's eyes!

Many disciples showed righteous indignation on their faces, wishing they could rush over and beat Qin Hao up.

But thinking of the majesty of the Six Elders, they had no choice but to give up this plan.

The next day, Qin Hao woke up from the heat.

He stretched, and the system prompt sounded again in his mind:

"You sleep in the refining class, refining technique +5, Cultivation Base +5..."

No wonder those top students like to sleep in class, it turns out that there is this kind of buf bonus.

Qin Hao performed a cleansing technique on himself, continued to fish in a daze, and had no intention of leaving.

After all, there are too few special wool gathering places like the refining room.

It would be a blood loss if there is wool but not to squeeze it.

Time flies.

It was night in a blink of an eye, and Qin Hao took out another jug ​​of wine to help him sleep.

As soon as the aroma of the wine came out, a thought flashed through everyone's minds.

That kid is here again!

They all stared at Qin Hao with murderous eyes.

In an instant, Qin Hao felt that the temperature around him dropped several degrees, which was better than the air conditioner.

Seeing everyone staring at him, Qin Hao subconsciously took out a few wine glasses and gestured to them, who wants it?

After everyone understood Qin Hao's sign language, they all blushed with anger.

Are we like people who are short of this drink?

Forget it, out of sight, out of mind.

Everyone chose to ignore Qin Hao's existence.

Seeing that they all turned their heads, Qin Hao conveniently put away the cup in front of him.

Continue to sleep after drinking, and wait until tomorrow morning to see the harvest.

The life of salted fish is so unpretentious.

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When Qin Hao was salting fish in the refining room, Liu Xiaopang also brought Zhuo Fei and his party to Feng Ye Cheng.

With the experience of last time, Liu Xiaopang even specially called Fang Ping. After all, among the people he can shout, Fang Ping is the best at fighting.

Seeing Jubao Pavilion getting closer, Zhuo Fei asked curiously: "Junior Brother Liu, who are we going to connect with this time?"

Liu Xiaopang shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know either. You can just keep watching the same as last time later. I'll probe the other person's heels first. If he's an expert, let's treat him to a drink."

"What if not?"

Someone asked curiously.

Boom!

Zhuofei knocked on the man's forehead: "It's not easy, if you're not an expert, why bother talking to him, just go back after taking the things."

"You still understand me, kid."

Liu Xiaopang patted Zhuofei on the shoulder, and set his eyes on the opposite side of Jubao Pavilion.

I saw an old man with a hunched figure wearing a bamboo hat and a white robe sitting there, and behind him stood a piece of canvas with the four characters "Xianhu Jishi" written on it.

Liu Xiaopang walked over with everyone in a leisurely manner, pretending to be casual and asked: "Strengthen the mountain and surpass the world!"

The old man wearing a hat is the King of Medicine. When he heard this, he subconsciously replied: "The time is not good, the time will never die."

"I, from Shilipo, here are the things."

Liu Xiaopang said as he casually threw the storage bag containing the magic core.

One is to test the other party's reaction. If the other party is really a master, this behavior of mine will definitely arouse the other party's dissatisfaction.

The second is to see what the other party can come up with in exchange.

Last time, that person gave a storage ring for nothing.

Yao Lao has always been in pill refining all the time, and he has always been flattered when things happen. Although the little Fatty in front of him is young and has low strength, he is also doing business on behalf of the sword god senior.

Naturally, he wouldn't show his face. After taking the storage bag politely, he glanced at it with his divine sense and confirmed that it contained what he needed. Cupped hands said:

"Thank you, little brother, for sending this item. I also trouble you, little brother, to hand over these two bags of Medicine Pill to the senior for me."

When Liu Xiaopang saw these two storage bags, his face immediately turned down.

I'm looking forward to it!

He took the two storage bags casually, and put them in his pockets without even looking at them.

Yao Lao was startled by Liu Xiaopang's sudden change of face, could it be that he didn't do a good job to make this little friend unhappy.

Being experienced in dealing with people, he quickly figured out that he hadn't avenged this little friend yet.

As the saying goes: King Yama is easy to mess with, but the kid is hard to deal with.

Although the sword god senior is very generous, it doesn't mean that the people under him have resources.

Thinking of this, Yao Lao took out a token from the own storage ring and handed it over.

"This is an old mansion, if you have time, please come and sit."

"Well, next time."

Liu Xiaopang put away the token without even looking at it. In the words of the elder brother, next time he will definitely not go there.

"Farewell!"

"Farewell."