I level up from the mirror

The forging room where Feng Yun was located was quite large, and the price was very expensive, costing thousands an hour. Apart from him, there was only one man who looked to be in his forties.

The man was not forging a weapon, but was sitting there, seemingly thinking about something.

Feng Yun didn’t pay attention to the other party. He took out the materials he had prepared in advance, a long piece of cyan iron ore, low-grade Yuanli ore, and some other auxiliary materials, such as iron sand, spare ore, etc.

Turning on the stove, he placed the green iron ore on it, and the hot temperature suddenly swept over it. Soon, the green iron ore began to turn red.

Seeing this, Feng Yun directly picked up the hammer next to him, injected his energy, and hit it with one hammer.

Ding ding ding…………

Suddenly, the dense sound of forging came out, and the sound became loud.

And this movement also alarmed the man sitting there. He opened his eyes and saw a man in black who was continuously forging there.

Um?

As he looked at it, a look of surprise appeared on the man’s face, and he couldn’t help but said,”This is the thirty-six postures of weapon refining?

” Anyone who has studied weapon refining will know more or less about the weapon refining technique. It is a low-grade weapon refining technique.

It was obvious that this man was also a weapon refiner.

At this moment, he looked at the skillful skills of the man in black. He was obviously a veteran.

The man wondered in his heart:”Is there such a low-level weapon refiner in Xingyao Base?”

Although the man was wrapped in black clothes, through the white and slender hand holding the hammer, he could still spot the man in black clothes in front of him. The person should not be old.

There are only a few weapon refiners in Xingyao Base. Except for Yan Chunqiu, the only middle-grade weapon refiner, the others are all low-grade, and there are only a handful of them.

That’s why the man was so surprised.

While his thoughts were wandering, Feng Yun over there had successfully forged a low-grade treasure, a green steel sword.

Groan!

When the sword was completed, a clang sounded, crisp and clear, as if it reached the soul

“So fast! ?”

The man’s expression was slightly shocked. Generally speaking, forging a low-grade treasure weapon requires multiple processes. It usually takes at least two or three days for a low-grade weapon refiner.

The man himself only needs half a day, but the man in black in front of him actually only needs a few days. The weapon refining was completed in minutes!

This is not something that ordinary weapon refining masters can do.

…………

“Now that you’ve finished practicing, let’s try to refine a middle-grade treasure weapon.…………”

Feng Yun thought to himself that what he wanted to refine was still a middle-grade treasure without attributes.

However, even if it is a middle-grade treasure with no attributes, it can double the attack power of a warrior, so it is still a hot commodity.

“Just have a knife.”

Feng Yun thought for a while and decided to refine a mid-grade sword.

His own sword happened to be low-grade, so it was time to change it.

Selecting from Yan Chunqiu’s memory, Feng Yun finally decided to refine it. A mid-grade war knife.

He had just enough of the required materials.

Then, he took out the raw material mithril ore and roasted it on the stove.

After about ten minutes, the ore began to turn red.

At this time, he kept his eyes closed. Feng Yun suddenly opened his eyes. Then, he raised the sledgehammer with one hand and smashed it down in a strange way.

Bang!

Suddenly, a thunderous impact sound came out, and the invisible sound wave seemed to carry a strange sound. The rhythm spread out in an instant.

The man not far away trembled all over, and felt that all the strength in his body was shaken away.

But he felt nothing at all. At this time, he was looking at Feng Yun with a shocked face.

“Middle grade weapon refining technique, random cloak hammering technique!”

The man said word by word, his eyes almost bursting out. It turned out that this black-clothed man was not a low-grade weapon refiner at all, but a genuine middle-grade weapon refiner!

“When did the second middle-grade weapon refiner appear in Xingyao Base?”

The man was shocked, and when he looked at Feng Yun’s eyes, he inevitably showed a touch of respect. Naturally,

Feng Yun didn’t know that someone next to him saw his technique and fell into shock.

He was fully devoted at this time. When I arrived at the refining process, it was as if I had been refining it for more than ten years. The movements were smooth and smooth, without any obstruction. It seemed that I was not refining the weapon, but carving a work of art.

Finally, after most of the day passed.

With the last process , a middle-grade sword was born.

It was all white, flawless, and perfect like a work of art.

And around the blade, wisps of sword energy lingered, showing domineering and fierceness.

A middle-grade treasure, done!

“good.”

Feng Yun looked at the first middle-grade treasure he forged, with a smile on his face. Although he integrated Yan Chunqiu’s memory and refined countless weapons and equipment in his impression.

But memory is memory after all, and he can really do it This was the first time to operate.

At this time, the man came over, with a very respectful expression, and saluted:”I’m Leng Donglai, and I’m here to see you, senior.”

Although he knew that the man in black in front of him was younger than him, he was a middle-grade weapon refiner. He could only be compared to him as a junior.

Feng Yun looked over, his expression moved, and his voice was hoarse on purpose. Said:”Are you Master Leng?”

“I don’t dare, I don’t dare to call myself a master in front of my seniors.”

Leng Donglai quickly waved his hand and said,”To call yourself master in front of a middle-grade weapon refiner, isn’t that just showing off in front of Guan Gong and overestimating one’s abilities?”

“I don’t know your senior’s surname?”

“Just call me Hongye.”Feng Yun made up a random name.

Hongye?

Leng Donglai searched his memory, but there was no such person.

Could it be that he came from another base?

However, although he had this doubt, he did not ask. After all, it involved If you ask about other people’s privacy and offend a middle-grade weapon refiner, it will be a big mistake.

Afterwards, Feng Yun and Leng Donglai exchanged a few words of greetings, and in the latter’s respectful and humble expression , left the weapon refining workshop

………………

After returning to the villa, Feng Yun slightly modified the middle-grade sword he had made and carved some patterns on it. This sword was completely completed.

“If your whole body is like snow, let’s call you Death Snow.”

Feng Yun picked up the Snow Sword and waved it lightly, and suddenly a large amount of sword energy burst out, like a roaring wind, extremely frantic.

Seeing this, he stopped quickly, otherwise, his fifth-level martial arts arena would be destroyed. Demolished.