Qingfeng said: "Yes, it's to create a hidden weapon, Yuwen Jue, you bring the bag at the bottom of the outhouse." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yuwen nodded, took the bag in, put it on the ground, and said in surprise: "Why is this bag so heavy?" ”

Qingfeng untied the bag, which contained a hammer, a small furnace, tongs for striking iron, and some tools that Lingfeng and Yuwen Jue had never seen before, Qingfeng took out all these tools one by one and placed them on the ground.

"Senior brother, don't you really want to strike iron?" Yuwen decided.

Qingfeng said as he cleaned up the herbs on the table, "Do you think I'm joking with you?" As a killer, you have to learn to build your own secret weapons. ”

Lingfeng and Yuwen decided to step forward to help Qingfeng clean up the table, and Yuwen decided and said, "Senior brother, I don't know what kind of secret weapon you want to build?" ”

Ordinary hidden weapons, but can not hurt the strong of the Tai Void Realm at all, let alone the Tai Void Realm, it is the strong of the Soul Realm, the hidden weapons made of ordinary steel, they can be easily broken.

"We'll find out in a moment." Qingfeng Channel.

The three of them quickly cleaned up the table, Qingfeng first spread a layer of insulating asbestos cloth on the table, and then placed various tools on the table.

"Lingfeng, take out the things in your space ring." Qingfeng Channel.

Ling Feng nodded, with a touch of the space ring, several rays of light flashed, and more than ten fist-sized pieces of fine iron appeared on the table.

Yuwen Jue looked at the fine iron on the table, he recognized this thing, when he was a child, he had a blacksmith shop at home that specialized in making weapons, and he often went there to play, every time he went, the blacksmith master would patiently explain to him the method of striking iron, but the weapons built by the blacksmith in his family were all used by those who did not cultivate in his family, and the real immortal cultivators did not use that kind of low-level weapons.

However, Qingfeng really wants to use ordinary steel to make a hidden weapon? I'm afraid this won't hurt any immortal cultivators at all.

Qingfeng saw Yuwen Jue's suspicious expression, and said, "Yuwen Jue, do you think that I only use fine iron to build secret weapons, and I can't hurt the powerhouse of the Taiqi Realm at all?" ”

Yuwen nodded and admitted, "Yes, I don't think this kind of secret weapon can hurt a powerful immortal cultivator. ”

A cold light flashed in Qingfeng's eyes, and his right hand suddenly moved, and the speed was extremely fast, and only an afterimage was seen.

As soon as the wind blew up, a clear light swept out of his hand, bent and tossed, like a nimble poisonous snake, and went straight to Yuwen Du's face.

Yuwen Jue was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge, who knew that the clear light was not only flexible, but also seemed to be sticky, and quickly turned around and crossed Yuwen Jue's face.

He only felt the cold air, his face was cold, the breeze had disappeared, the wind stopped, the light stopped, and a soft sword appeared in Qingfeng's hand, wrapped around his wrist like a snake.

Yuwen decided to see it clearly at this time, and it turned out that the clear light just now was this thing.

"Don't you look at your face?" Qingfeng Channel.

Yuwen Du frowned, suddenly felt a heat on his face, and subconsciously touched his face, there was a warm, sticky thing stuck to his hand.

"It's blood!" Yuwen was stunned, and looked at his hand, his left hand was stained with a lot of his own blood, Qingfeng shot very fast just now, and with just an ordinary soft sword, he made a slender cut on Yuwen Due's face.

"Yuwen Decision, don't be angry, I just want you to know that any weapon, in the hands of a master, can easily hurt people, don't worry, your face won't be spent, and it will heal tomorrow." Qingfeng put away the soft sword and said.

Yuwen Jue's left cheek moved, and he still only felt a stream of heat flowing down his cheeks, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, just now he was really worried that he was really broken, and when he heard Qingfeng say this, he was relieved, but he was still a little unhappy in his heart, where is it not good for him to cut, he has to cut his face?

As the saying goes, isn't there a cloud, hitting someone doesn't slap the face?

"Today, I can see the strength of Senior Brother Qingfeng." Yuwen snorted and said with a displeased expression.

Seeing this, Ling Feng immediately took a pill, crushed it and applied it to Yuwen Jue's face, and said, "With the power of this pill, in the afternoon, the injury on your face will be healed." ”

Yuwen snorted coldly and did not speak.

Qingfeng just glanced at Yuwen Due, his face was expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking, he looked away, stared at the tools on the table for a while, and then took out a few drawings, put them on the table, and said, "Today we are going to create three kinds of hidden weapons, Starburst, Willow Leaf Catkins, and Flower Darts." ”

Lingfeng was curious, took the drawings, opened them one by one, and spread them on the table, although he didn't know how to strike iron, and he couldn't draw drawings, but he still understood the content of the drawings.

Because the painting on it is very vivid, almost every small part is marked with a specific size.

"Which one to build first?" Ling Feng looked at the spherical celestial starburst drawn on the drawing and said.

"Since you're excited about it, let's start with Starburst." Qingfeng Channel.

Lingfeng nodded, wanting to do it, but he didn't know where to start, so he had to say, "What is the first step?" ”

"Molten iron." Qingfeng Dao, he said, pushed the small furnace on the table in front of Ling Feng, and said, "Use your soul fire to melt the fine iron block, and by the way, knock out the impurities." ”

Ling Feng nodded, grabbed a piece of fine iron, palm up, did not let the piece of fine iron fall, as soon as his mind moved, the blue soul fire beat on his palm, and at the same time, he also controlled a spiritual power, the piece of fine iron floated up, and stopped half an inch away from the palm of his hand, he was not afraid of burning his hand, but afraid that the fine iron would flow to the table after melting.

"Why not use a furnace?" Qingfeng was surprised.

"I'm afraid I'll turn the furnace into molten iron." Ling Feng smiled and said.

Qingfeng nodded, and didn't speak again, he knew a lot about soul fire, its temperature was very high, the small furnace was just the kind used by ordinary blacksmiths, and it couldn't help but be so high.

After the flame stabilized, Lingfeng increased his firepower, and the blue soul fire steamed up from the palm of his hand, completely enveloping the fine iron block in it, in the white smoke, the fine iron block began to melt, and after a while, there was a red iron solution in the sky above Lingfeng's palm.

Holding on to the extremely hot solution, he slowly poured it into the furnace, and then Ling Feng put away the soul fire and said, "It's okay." ”

"You don't think you have removed the impurities, do you?" Qingfeng Channel.

Ling Feng smiled, his right hand knocked on the table, and a lot of black powder fell from his palm, Ling Feng looked at those powder, and said, "These are impurities." ”

Qingfeng nodded with great satisfaction, and exclaimed with an extremely rare expression: "The soul fire, as expected, is worthy of its reputation, when I melted iron before, I could only remove seventy percent of the impurities, and you used the soul fire, it must have been completely removed." ”

Lingfeng said: "Yes, senior brother, let's do it." ”

After a while, the iron solution will flicker and turn into a lump of iron.

"Yes." Qingfeng stretched out his right hand to the top of the furnace, and a touch of white spiritual power reached the tip of his middle finger, completely protecting his middle finger, and then the middle finger was gently lifted, and the boiling refined iron solution in the furnace turned into a crimson line, touching Qingfeng's middle finger.

Qingfeng followed the drawing drawing, his middle finger swirled in the air, pulling the refined iron solution, turning into a red ribbon of color and slowly outlining a sphere with a round body and holes on his body.

After the sphere was fully formed, Qingfeng withdrew his fingers, took a deep breath, and blew forward.

Call!

There was a burst of sparks on the sphere, flying to the side like fireflies, and the burrs on the sphere had been completely removed by the breeze.

"Done!"

Qingfeng's right palm was facing the sphere, a strong wind blew, and the crimson color on the sphere that blew quickly receded, and in a short time, the Heavenly Star Burst Star Mother had completely cooled, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faces of the three Lingfeng.

The star mother doesn't need to be polished at all, so it shines so brightly!

"Not bad." Qingfeng nodded with satisfaction, the refined iron that had completely removed the impurities, and the star mother that was made was much better than the ones he had built before, and he showed his hand in front of Lingfeng and Yuwen Jue, and his face showed an extremely rare look of pride.

His kung fu of refining secret weapons with his bare hands was only cultivated after many years of hard work.

"Senior brother's kung fu, it's really amazing." Ling Feng exclaimed.

Yuwen Jue also nodded secretly, admiring, although Qingfeng had just cut his face, he was unhappy, but after seeing him perform a unique skill, Yuwen Jue still had to admire Qingfeng, if he was asked to build the Heavenly Star Explosion Star Mother, he might not know what it would be.

Qingfeng took the Star Mother and put it on the table, and casually took a small hammer to block the edge of the table to prevent the Star Mother from rolling to the ground, and said: "Building the Star Mother is only the first step, and the next step is the most important step." ”

Ling Feng couldn't help but nodded, what was drawn on the drawings was not only the star mother, but also a smaller star bullet, which was hidden in the star mother, and was stimulated by the machine, and hundreds of star bullets shot out at the same time, like a rainstorm meteor, hurting people at a very fast speed.

Moreover, in the star mother, you can also put poison powder or smoke, which can hurt people at the same time, it can also have stronger lethality, or for escape.

And that small star bullet, only the size of a quarter of a small thumb cover, the structure on it is not simple, it is not complicated, it is not complicated, but it will take a lot of effort to make.

After thinking about how to build those star bullets, Ling Feng glanced at the refined iron in the furnace, the crimson had already receded by half, and the molten iron began to cool gradually, he raised his hand, and a ball of soul fire rushed into the furnace, and after a moment of effort, the cooled molten iron gurgled and bubbled again, and the scorching temperature directly roasted his face.

"You've got it." Qingfeng looked at the molten iron in the furnace, his hands moved in unison, and his ten fingers were bent and stretched out incomparably flexibly, pulling the hot molten iron to float into the air, and the tiny spiritual power lines extending from Qingfeng's fingers cut the molten iron with great accuracy, separating the molten iron into hundreds of round droplets.

Qingfeng carefully manipulated the spiritual power, polished the edges and corners on those molten iron beads, and then cooled them, and with one move, hundreds of star bullets fell into the stone bowl.

Ling Feng looked at the star bullet that was still smoking in the bowl, and saw that there were many mao thorns on it, some of which were not neat in shape and different in size, so he frowned and said, "You still need to polish it next, right?" ”

Qingfeng nodded and said, "With my current control of spiritual power, it is not enough to fully form it at one time, and it needs to be polished one by one with a file before these star bullets can be used." ”

"Yuwen Decision!" Qingfeng picked up the file from the table and threw it in front of Yuwen Du.

Yuwen made a bitter face when he made a decision, extremely reluctant, Qingfeng This is the drudgery for him to do polishing, those hundreds of star bullets, when will he polish it?

"If you think you can build these secret weapons, then you can build them, and I'll polish them." Qingfeng saw that Yuwen never went to take the file on the table, and said lightly with displeasure.

Yuwen Jue frowned, picked up the file, grabbed the stone bowl, took out a star bullet, and polished it at will, let him build a hidden weapon? He couldn't even read the drawings, and he had to do these hard jobs on how to build them.

He was a little absent-minded, several sides of the star bullet were very sharp, and if he was not careful, Yuwen Jue's finger was stabbed, and blood flowed out.

When he arrived, he was so angry that he muttered as he threw the bullet and file on the table, squeezing the pricked finger.

"Yuwen Jue, do you want to be a killer?" Yuwen Due's lazy and unmotivated look finally angered Qingfeng, and he shouted loudly to Yuwen Due.

"Killer? I came to Taibai Immortal Mountain, and I never thought of being a bullshit killer. Yuwen Jue also lost his temper and yelled with a sneer.

If he didn't dare to disobey Qiu Zheng's wishes, he would definitely not be a killer, when was he at home, when did his parents let him do these things that his subordinates did? Qingfeng asked him to assassinate the target, he wouldn't have any opinions, that's what he should do, it's this dark weapon, do you have to build it yourself?

"What do you mean you're targeting me everywhere?" Yuwen said again.

"You two are calm and calm, I'll do the polishing thing." Lingfeng saw that Qingfeng's face was cold, his eyes were full of terrifying cold light, and his fists were clenched, he knew that he was really angry, Yuwen definitely angered him, and there would definitely be no good fruit to eat.

"Yuwen Jue, what I said before, you repeat it to me as it is." Qingfeng stared at Yuwen Jue and said slowly.

"How do I know what you said before?" Yuwen Jue sneered.

"I said, if you want to be a qualified killer, you must not only know pharmacology...... "Qingfeng said word by word.

"I'm not interested in those, if it weren't for Senior Brother Lingfeng here, I wouldn't have come at all." Yuwen Jue interrupted Qingfeng and said.

Call!

Click!

The breeze finally broke out, and a strong momentum set off a gust of wind in the room, shaking the whole room violently, threatening to collapse at any moment, and the tablecloth that came into contact with his fist cracked one after another, spreading to the other end of the table.

Squeak!

The table couldn't withstand the huge pressure, and seeing that it was falling apart, Ling Feng hurriedly picked up the axe on the table, nailed it into the crack, picked up a long iron nail, and slapped it into the end of the axe handle with one palm, fixing the table, and the table did not fall.

"Senior brother, don't be angry, Yuwen decided that he hadn't done these things, let me do it." Lingfeng said, he kept making a decisive look at Yuwen, "Senior brother, still don't apologize to senior brother?" ”

"Apologize? Am I wrong? Hidden weapons, let those craftsmen build them, why do we need to do it ourselves? My Xianshan disciples, are they all hard laborers? Yuwen never had the slightest intention of admitting his mistake, and sneered, the fire that had been hidden in his heart all the way finally broke out now, how could it be easily extinguished.

"It seems that you have taken my words as wind in your ears, and I will let you see now, a qualified killer can easily kill people even if he does not use spiritual power." Qingfeng bypassed the table, glared at Yuwen Jue, and the soft sword came out in his hand again, and with a swipe, it turned into a touch of fresh wind, and went straight to Yuwen Du's throat.

Ling Feng was startled, the cold air on the soft sword was directly on his head, Qingfeng was really moved by the murderous intent, and almost without thinking, he dodged in front of Yuwen Duan, and said hurriedly: "Brother, be merciful!" ”

"Get out of the way! I want to see what this kid who has only been in the Awakening Hidden Department for a few days is capable of. The long sword stopped, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Ling Feng's throat, and the sharp murderous aura stabbed his throat a little, but Ling Feng still refused to let go.

"Get out of the way!" The breeze said again.

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "Senior brother, you are angry, so you will come at me, although he is at fault, junior brother, I can't watch you kill him." ”

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Lingfeng's shoulder, "Senior brother, I, Yuwen, can definitely be a brother with you, which can be regarded as making up for my regret that I couldn't really become a disciple of Xianshan." This matter has nothing to do with you, you get out of the way, I, Yuwen Decision, I will not be killed so easily. ”

"Shut up!" Ling Feng shouted loudly, Yuwen is too stubborn, as long as he admits his mistake to Qingfeng, he will not care anymore, but Lingfeng understands him, and he will not admit his mistake if he dies.

Qingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he suddenly laughed, "Good ability, good backbone, when I was as old as you, in Jueyin, I was just a fucking grandson!" You! Very good! ”

His hand, Ling Feng didn't see his movements clearly at all, but he felt a cool breeze on the meeting, and he was shocked to find that the soft sword was close to his neck, winding into a strange arc, and went straight to Yuwen Du's throat and stabbed it.

Yuwen was shocked, and when he reacted, it was too late!

Ling Feng's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he let out a low sigh, and the power of the great power of light flowed through the meridians, reaching his whole body in an instant, his body was flooded with a dazzling white light, and he turned around at an incredible angle, and his right hand grabbed the soft sword between the lightning and flint like electricity.

Lingfeng did not deliberately use spiritual power to protect his right hand, the sharp blade easily cut his palm, and the blood dripped to the ground, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into Yuwen Jue's throat half an inch.