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Feng Yu's cultivation has actually passed more than half a year.

When he opened his eyes again, his cultivation at this time had already been stabilized at the peak of the late stage of transformation, which was commonly known as the half-step innate cultivation.

Looking at the few evil flesh and blood left in the space, Feng Yu also secretly smiled bitterly.

From the early stage of the late stage of Huajin to the peak, he actually consumed so many precious resources.

You can imagine how difficult it must be with every step in the future.

However, after feeling the incomparably thick inner element in his body, Feng Yu was still very happy.

With his current strength, if he faced the evil Jiao again, he was confident enough to kill it easily.

Now he is one step away from the innate realm, not far away, but not close, not to mention others, just take his own old man as an example, he has been stuck in this cultivation for many years, so Feng Yu calmed down again after a short period of joy.

Entering the space, Feng Yu began to refine the elixir.

Although there was not much flesh and blood left of the Evil Jiao, Feng Yu still refined thirty-two Pei Yuan Pills. It's a little less, but the result is already very good.

After putting away the elixir, Feng Yu prepared to refine the magic weapon.

The tendons in front of him are tens of meters long, extremely tough, even if they are oolongs, they can't be cut, and this toughness makes Feng Yu very satisfied.

According to Feng Yu's vision, he was going to refine this tendon into a long whip.

One whip and one sword, two attack weapons, one rigid and one soft, can be regarded as a great enrichment of their own combat methods.

Summoning the true fire of the inner family, Feng Yu began to quench the impurities in the Jiao tendons.

This process is extremely important, and it is related to the quality of the Dharma weapon after it has been refined.

The ritual utensils are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.

The gap between each grade is also very different.

According to Feng Yu's previous cultivation, he could only refine a low-grade attack magic weapon at best, and now his cultivation has skyrocketed, with his current true fire quality, although he does not say refining a high-grade magic weapon, there is still no big problem with a medium-grade magic weapon.

Under the scorching of the real fire, the white tendons slowly changed into different shapes.

Sometimes it hovers, sometimes it stretches.

Slowly, the original white tendons began to become crystalline, and the wisps of white mist turned into wisps of light smoke and disappeared.

After hours of tempering, Wind Feather put away the real fire.

At this time, the tendons have turned cyan.

At the same time, Feng Yu played a series of spells in his hand and began to arrange the attack formation.

The evil Jiao is originally yin, and it is perfect to engrave the heavenly thunder array.

The sky thundered and Feng Yu was very familiar, but it was the first time that the eldest girl was on the sedan chair.

At first, he was a little rusty, but later on, his techniques became more and more proficient.

One by one, the golden ancient runes accompanied by Feng Yu's hand, silently fell on the extremely soft Jiao tendons.

As Feng Yu shouted "Close", the cyan Jiao tendons suddenly became golden, as if injected with life, and a sharp roar came out in mid-air, like a divine dragon in the sky, shocking in all directions.

It was too late, it was too fast, Feng Yu bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed at the tendons flying in the air.

Ten fingers pinched the magic trick like a butterfly piercing a flower, and the golden light of the cyan tendons skyrocketed, and the next moment the light dissipated, and the glitz was gone. Feng Yu shouted "Close", and the tendons fell into Feng Yu's hands.

"It's done!" Feng Yu let out a long sigh, although it didn't reach the quality of a top-grade magic weapon, but a medium-grade magic weapon couldn't run.

"I'll call you Xiaoqing in the future." Feng Yu glanced at the tendon in his hand, pondered for a moment, and took a name.

With a movement of his thoughts, Feng Yu walked out of the space and came to the valley.

But seeing him flick his long whip, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the air, and a whip was whipped to the cliff next to him, and the blue light appeared, but after hearing a huge sound, the cliff in front of him was ashes, and it was instantly sunken into a depth of several meters.

"That's amazing!" Just now, Feng Yu just pumped at random, and did not inject internal force, it was so strong, which made Feng Yu also very happy, with such a powerful attack weapon, even if he encountered an opponent of the same or even higher level, he also had some more means to compete with the other party.

After putting away Xiaoqing, Feng Yu returned to the space and used the scale armor of the evil Jiao to refine a batch of defensive magic weapons.

This time he took such a big advantage from Old Man Yun, and he couldn't say that Feng Yu would have to return him something, otherwise he would always have a little uneasy conscience in his heart.

As for the claws of the evil Jiao, they were refined into twenty dart magic weapons by Feng Yu.

He was going to give this magic weapon to Long Yun, Luo You and others to use.

After all this, Feng Yu suddenly remembered something.

When he first came here, he had agreed with Shi Bu to meet the time limit of one month, but looking at the situation in front of him, almost a year should have passed.

After he sighed that his cultivation had no time, he immediately rushed out of the valley.

After all, with his understanding of the lack of time, if this old guy breaks in, he is afraid that he will be less lucky.

Today's Feng Yu is already a half-step innate cultivation, which is not the same as the middle stage of the transformation when he came.

A little poisonous fog didn't pose any threat to him.

In just half an hour, he appeared outside the valley.

Because the Yin Spirit Stone in the valley was taken away by Feng Yu, the outside of the valley at this time was no longer as cold as before.

"Master, I don't know when Master Feng will come out?" It was already the middle of July, and it had been almost ten months since Wind Feather entered the valley.

Huang San was a little anxious.

"San'er, our life was given by Master Feng, as long as he doesn't come out for a day, we won't leave for a day." During this time, I don't know how I survived.

Feng Yu's safety has always worried him.

Of course, he has an obsession in his heart, no matter what, he has to wait until Feng Yu comes out.

He brought the man, and he had to take him away, otherwise he would have no face to his conscience.

"When I was old, I worried you-" A clear and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and the two suddenly heard this voice, their bodies trembled violently, and when they turned around, they saw the people behind them, and they were in tears.

"Master Feng, you've finally come out—"

Shen City.

Headquarters of the Eastern Bloc.

Nearly a year has passed, and the relocation of the Eastern Bloc is finally finalized.

At this time, in the president's office, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a beautiful figure was a little anxious.

"Wind Feather, Wind Feather, if you don't come back, it'll be too late." It was none other than Lin Liyuan, the general manager of the Oriental Group, who spoke. At this time, she was a little anxious, Feng Yu originally said that she would come back in a month, but it turned out that it was almost a year.