There was a look of excitement in the eyes of the refiner in the place, and no matter what the process was, it succeeded in the end.

The first sixth-rank refining weapon in the Black Fire Continent.

Empty Ding!

Everyone looked at the smiling little Dingzhong's gaze, as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

With the status of the mixed empty tripod, it is also a rare treasure.

Qingying smiled, turned his head, and handed the Chaos Pills to the Poison Scythe.

The Poison Scythe was stunned, and a rare look of panic and shame appeared in his eyes.

"I don't deserve it. ”

Qingying's eyes were solemn: "No, only you deserve it." ”

"No, I ......"

Qingying interrupted the poison scythe: "You want to say that part of this is my participation, right?, but you are the most important refiner, and even this idea was realized by you, you are the creator of the sixth-rank refiner in the Black Fire Continent, and you are the real sixth-rank refiner!"

The words made a tangled look appear in the eyes of the Poison Scythe, and he didn't know if he deserved this name.

"Sixth-rank refiner, stop the poison sickle!"

"Sixth class!"

"Sixth-grade refiner!"

"Mixed Sky Ding, Sixth Rank!"

......

Suddenly, there was a cry from below.

It was an excited group of refiners.

They have hope in their eyes.

In any case, only the Poison Scythe is worthy of this title now, and he can be recognized by everyone.

The Poison Scythe was silent for a moment, then took the Chaos Pill, raising it high.

"Thank you. ”

......

The study of the Castle Lord's Mansion.

"I'm embarrassed by you like this......"

The poison sickle grabbed his hair, a little helpless, he really agreed with Qingying.

Qingying actually wanted to leave a long time ago, Xingchatian wanted to find some information about the Qiuping Gang, after all, it had been decades, and he didn't know if anyone from the Qiuping Gang had broken through the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

This is what Qingying has to face, and he must at least give Qingying a real target situation.

Back in the study, the poison sickle immediately wanted to throw the Chaokong Ding to Qingying.

He has been the president of the Demon Hunting Club for so many years, and he has received countless things, and this is the first time he feels hot.

Qingying knew that he couldn't ask for it, if it hadn't happened before, he would have taken it, but now that the Chaos Void Ding had almost become the symbol of the Poison Scythe, the monument of the sixth-rank refining weapon, he must not just take the Chaos Void Ding away.

The Poison Scythe was very entangled, and he felt that he owed Qingying too much.

He was a research freak, even more so after he had gone from cultivation to the Seeping Yuan Realm.

So much so that since then, the Poison Scythe has almost disappeared into the Black Fire Continent.

Ten years of fault, many young people have forgotten his name, only know that there is a demon hunting guild leader, both mysterious and powerful.

Over the years, he has almost given up taking care of the affairs of the Demon Hunting Society, and has given full authority to several Demon Hunting Elders.

Even the members of the Saint-level squad had barely seen the true body of the Poison Scythe.

Qingying was lucky.

Now he just wants to concentrate on refining weapons and continue to break through himself, fame and fortune are a burden for him.

The refiner had no intention, but once the refiner had meaning, it changed.

That would involve a lot of trouble.

The Poison Scythe is not afraid of trouble, but it is too lazy to deal with it.

Qingying really doesn't want to get into trouble anymore, he is already in trouble now, and there are a bunch of things that have not been resolved.

"Why don't you ......," Qingying thought for a moment, "you gave him the Chaos Ding?"

Qingying looked at Xingchatian, who was crouching next to the bookshelf and rummaging through books.

The scythe turned his head thoughtfully.

"Yes. ”

Anyway, he can throw things out, as long as he doesn't use them indiscriminately, he doesn't care about anything.

He also understands the identity of Xingchatian, a member of the saint-level squad?

Although he was curious about how there could be such a young team member, Poison Scythe didn't think too much, he didn't care about the affairs of the Demon Hunting Club anymore, anyway, the Demon Hunting Club didn't get corrupted.

Qingying went out for a while, but in fact, he paid attention to the conversation between the two in the study.

"Chaokong Ding, I'll give it to you, I believe in Brother Qingying, he believes in you, I believe in you. ”

"Oh, good. ”

Xingchatian took the mixed sky tripod with an indifferent face, and Qingying was dumbfounded.

This...... Just take it easily?

As if unburdened, the Poison Scythe looked much lighter, muttering back to his place fiddling with the carving knife.

Qingying didn't want to go into the study anymore to disturb him, so when he arrived outside the City Lord's Mansion, he found that many people hadn't left yet.

Including the group of alchemists and refiners.

Qingying thought about it, and felt that it was inconvenient for him to show his face outside, and was about to turn around and step back to the City Lord's Mansion, but was stopped by someone.

"Green Shadow!"

It was Feng Qingyan's voice.

Qingying had a headache and reluctantly turned back.

Feng Ya is still there, he can't sweep the face of a powerhouse in the Infiltration Yuan Realm, if Feng Ya is not there, he will definitely continue to leave as if he didn't hear it.

After turning around, Qingying waited for Feng Qingyan to trot over.

Others didn't find it strange.

Qingying's identity is no longer the same as theirs.

They didn't know Qingying's cultivation, and they also expressed doubts about not being able to see his cultivation, it didn't matter, just because he helped the Poison Sickle resolve his mistakes, and he had a good relationship with the Poison Sickle, most people had already made up their minds not to offend him.

Especially after the end of the poison sickle, he invited Qingying to his study.

The study room of the City Lord's Mansion in Demon Hunting City is not something that ordinary people can enter.

Except for the people he trusted, only the powerhouses of the Infiltration Yuan Realm have always been qualified to enter the study, or they are the representative envoys of the powerhouses of the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

The Poison Scythe directly pulled Qingying back to the study without doing anything, and everyone knew what it reflected.

Of course, Qingying entered the study because Li Yanhan told them, otherwise this group of people would probably die in a hurry.

It's not a big deal anyway, I guess, cough, the president won't mind......

After Feng Qingyan ran in front of Qingying, she was a little restrained, crossed her hands, swayed her body, and watched Qingying forget what she wanted to say.

Qingying glanced at Feng Qingyan, said sorry, and walked past her.

He took a few steps forward, and suddenly a group of alchemists surrounded him at a speed far exceeding that of the alchemists, and the alchemists on the periphery shook their heads with a wry smile.

Feng Qingyan stood in place, and suddenly tears fell.

She didn't know why, Qingying shouldn't have had anything to do with him, and the first time she met it was purely fun.

Later, her father thought Qingying was good, and she had more ideas.

But she ignored that the two didn't actually know each other, and they were still like passers-by.

The tip of Feng Qingyan's nose was sour, and she gently wiped away her tears, she couldn't let others see her appearance.

On the other side, Yan Bing saw Feng Qingyan running towards Qingying, and he also had an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

For Qingying, even if she doesn't have a long training, she has a good impression of Qingying for a long time, but if she can't say it, she will definitely be opposed by her father and brother.

At that time, Qingying was not worthy of her.

Now, she felt that she couldn't keep up with Qingying's footsteps, even if Qingying didn't seem to have changed.

She trusts her instincts.