Thinking like this, Feng Qingyan and her have a sense of sympathy.

What's more, they are only five or six out of ten, what is the relationship......

"Little brother, how is it, is the Chaokong Ding in your hands?"

The first to ask questions was a middle-aged man who was not angry and arrogant, with unkempt red hair and an equally dark red beard covering his chin.

Qingying roughly knew what this alchemist meant, and it should be the first thing all alchemists wanted to know.

Qingying shook his head and said, "He wanted to give it to me, but I refused, so he didn't insist." ”

This sentence is a bit ambiguous.

It's just that all the refiners didn't think about it so much, and they didn't see the figure of Xingchatian either.

With the body of the stars, how can these people see him.

Therefore, they all acquiesced to the fact that the Chaos Void Ding was in the hands of the Poison Scythe, and he was a well-deserved monument.

The status of the Poison Scythe was already high enough, and now it has reached the level of their admiration.

As the "auxiliary" of the Poison Scythe in everyone's eyes, Qingying's status is just like the status of the Poison Sickle before.

The Poison Scythe was not announced, but everyone tacitly assumed that Qingying was a seventh-rank refiner. A person who can help a seventh-rank refiner, if he doesn't know how to refine weapons at all, I guess no one will believe him.

After exchanging a few words, Qingying also knew the opinions of these people, he didn't explain, the seventh-rank refiner was also a good disguise.

"Little brother, haven't asked your name yet?"

The middle-aged man asked suddenly.

The other refiners also suddenly realized, this is a seventh-rank refiner, but it is impossible not to have a name.

Qingying smiled bitterly, "I'm still young, my seniors can just call me Qingying by my full name." ”

The middle-aged man's face softened a little, and he waved his hand again and again: "Just kidding, how can I call you that." I want to think about ......"

"Yes, how can you call it a master......"

Qingying arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask what the seniors call them?"

He also had some affection for the middle-aged man, who looked good.

"Hehe, this is the Fire Chill Master. ”

Someone suddenly spoke.

Qingying's thoughts turned, and his heart was shocked.

Without thinking, Qingying smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be a fire cold master with a good reputation, and the younger generation doesn't know it, so please forgive me." ”

Master Huo Leng kept waving his hand: "What kind of reputation, I'm just an ordinary refiner, I just hope to see the rapid development of the Black Fire Continent's refining in my lifetime, and now Master Qiding has become a sixth-rank refiner, I have no regrets when I die." ”

The others didn't notice the meaning of Qingying's mouth, Qingying really didn't know any masters.

Others only use Qingying as a retreat refiner, or they don't travel to the mainland much when they are young, and they also understand that Qingying doesn't know the refining master.

Several of the seventh-rank refiners also showed relieved glances.

Originally, they thought that Qingying didn't know the etiquette, but since they really didn't know each other, they had no reason to blame.

Qingying is strange in his heart, and the poison scythe is called Master Qiding? What an interesting name......

The Fire Cold Master suddenly said, "In this way, little brother Qingying, why don't we call you Master of Chaokong?"

"Okay, that's a good name!"

Some people in the back have already begun to chim.

Qingying choked, this name sounded as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden......

Huo Leng also seemed to think of this, and his eyes were frowning.

Qingying waved his hand and said, "Then this one." ”

This title can be spread as quickly as possible.

As long as you think of the Black Fire Continent's first sixth-rank refining weapon, you can quickly think of the Chaos Sky Master.

It has an excellent effect on the spread of his reputation.

Seeing Qingying admit it, the Fire Cold Master breathed a sigh of relief.

He's not a literate person, he just has to say it anyway, or his name wouldn't be so simple and rude.

After Qingying became a "Master of Chaos", he felt that these refiners seemed to be much closer to him all of a sudden, chattering around him.

The voice of the Fire Cold Master was not disguised, and the people outside also heard the birth of the Master of Chaos.

The corners of Yan Bing's mouth became more and more bitter, and the master of the void ......

The title of master can only be possessed by a seventh-rank refiner.

The significance of a seventh-rank refiner is the same as that of a powerhouse in the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

It may not be as powerful as the Infiltration Yuan Realm, but as long as the quality of the refining weapon is high enough, the status of the seventh-rank refiner will definitely not be lower than that of the powerhouse of the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

So, she is farther away from Qingying......

She was confused, was her rejection of Qingying right or wrong?

The young man's state of mind is innocent, he can feel that those people are good to him, and those people are not good to him.

In the past, Qingying could feel that Yan Bing, a slightly rude girl, really cared for the Flowing Dragon Team and cared about him.

This was his happier time in the Dragons Squad.

When he arrived at the Dark Sword Academy, he found that everything had changed, and Yan Bing was no longer the cute little girl who liked to be spoiled.

Coupled with Xingchatian's intentional or unintentional guidance, Qingying's impression of Yan Bing now is that his heart is like a snake and scorpion.

This is a big blow for a girl to really know that her evaluation is like this.

Qingying tried her best to turn a blind eye to Yan Bing.

Yan Bing didn't come up, but he felt a lot more relaxed.

Feng Qingyan ......

As if she had made up her mind, she snorted and sneered a few times: "This girl will not be defeated by a little setback, you are even more powerful, then I shouldn't let go." ”

It's just that with her face that was red because of sadness before, she was forcibly angry at this time, but there was a hint of laughter.

Gradually, the alchemist consciously dispersed, and the alchemist followed in.

Qingying's face was full of helplessness, he thought that it would be over after dealing with the alchemist, and there was still an alchemist......

Walking in the forefront, Qingying locked the figure in his mind for a moment.

Third-level alchemist, Qi master.

Qingying was in awe, such a young alchemist, he only had admiration in his heart.

Who knew that Master Qi slapped Qingying's arched hands down, and the alchemists behind laughed together.

Qingying blinked, there should be no other meaning on the other side, and he wouldn't be angry.

Qi Shi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'm much older than you, I'm twenty-three, you know?"

In the end, Qi Shi accentuated his tone, and Qingying heard the indignation.

Qingying coughed dryly twice, twenty-three years old, a third-level alchemist.

Although still talented, there is no such thing as the shock of that teenager.

Qingying was a little speechless, so why did this Qi Shi keep not disclosing his age just by looking at his appearance, it was really a little bit, this was simply the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

The corners of Qi Shi's mouth twitched: "Uncle, hello." ”。

Later, there was laughter again, and several seventh-rank refiners also showed expressions of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Then do you have anything to honor your uncle?"