"Why don't you hide?"

Han Bingche asked in surprise.

Her sword had already stabbed in front of Zhao Feng, only a finger away.

And Zhao Feng didn't even blink his eyes.

"The moment your blade touches my body, you'll die without ashes. ”

The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth rose slightly, and then he got up and prepared to go out for a walk.

At that moment just now, Zhao Feng was already preparing to cast the Flame Tornado, as long as the blade approached a little closer, she would be dead.

"Boring. ”

Han Bingche put away his long sword and snorted coldly, "Where are you going?"

"I won't tell you. ”

Zhao Feng replied, and went out directly.

Zhao Feng hadn't walked long before he stopped, turned around to look, and found that Han Bingche was behind him.

"What are you doing with me?"

Zhao Feng asked suspiciously.

"Who followed you, is this road yours?"

"Oh, then you can do your own thing. ”

Zhao Feng said, suddenly looking for a wall to lean onto, thinking about life.

Han Bingche lost every time, gritted his silver teeth in anger, and said helplessly: "I'll follow you, what's the matter, can't you?"

"Follow along, I know I'm handsome, I'm used to it. ”

Zhao Feng pursed his lips and said in his heart: A little girl, Lao Tzu can't cure you?

Zhao Feng first went to the steward's office to get a few sets of clothes and identity tokens from the Extreme Wind Pavilion, and inquired about some things by the way.

After leaving the stewardship, Han Bingche asked, "Where are you going next?"

"You just have to follow along, what are you doing with so many questions?"

Zhao Feng glared at her.

"I'm going to die?"

Han Bingche pouted, but still followed honestly.

Then, she found that Zhao Feng had come to the Material Hall.

"What are you doing here, your cultivation materials?"

Han Bingche couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Feng didn't answer, and walked in directly.

Zhao Feng then exchanged Yuan Jing for the materials needed for refining.

After that, Zhao Feng came to the Refining Hall.

"Do you know how to refine weapons?"

"Don't follow me. ”

Zhao Feng said lightly to Han Bingche, and then went to a refining room alone.

"Hmph! If you don't follow, you won't follow. ”

Han Bingche snorted and turned away depressedly.

No matter what Han Bingche thought, Zhao Feng consumed one million martial soul points and ten thousand furious points to exchange for refining talents!

This refining talent is a hundred times higher than the points consumed by the medicine refining talent!

What Zhao Feng has to do is to keep refining weapons and constantly improve the level of refining talents, otherwise, Zhao Feng will not be able to activate the mysteries of martial arts!

If he can't activate the martial arts mysteries, Zhao Feng won't be able to advance to the rank of martial general!

Fortunately, Zhao Feng went through the battle of the Divine Martial Realm and obtained nearly five million martial soul points and more than eighty thousand furious points.

There are also quite a few metacrystals and gold coins.

Zhao Feng estimated that if the refining talent was raised to the fifth grade, the materials would be just enough.

For the next time, Zhao Feng was constantly running around the Material Hall and the Refining Room.

Blade ......

Blade ......

Overlord ......

Ghost Blade ......

Zhao Feng was finally able to refine the ghost blade, and he also became a fourth-grade refiner.

If you refine some more ghost blades, then Zhao Feng will be able to cultivate to the rank of a fifth-grade refiner!

For twenty days, Zhao Feng had been refining weapons.

Moreover, the weapons that were refined, Zhao Feng sold them to the Weapon Hall of the Extreme Wind Pavilion.

And the ghost blade materials of the Material Hall were almost bought by Zhao Feng, so the steward of the Material Hall had to go and buy them......

Zhao Feng finally had a break.

When Zhao Feng returned to his courtyard, he found Princess Hanyue Han Bingche sitting cross-legged on the stone table and cultivating.

At this time, Han Bingche suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing that it was Zhao Feng, he said loudly: "You guy, are you finally willing to come back?"

"What, you miss me?"

"Bah, it's too late to kill you. ”

Han Bingche jumped down from the stone table and snorted, "I heard from the senior brother of the Weapon Palace, you have forged a ghost blade in half a day, which is faster than my fourth-grade refiner of the Hanyue Divine Martial Realm, those poisonous swords are really forged by you?"

She still didn't believe it, because casting, like cultivation, requires time to precipitate, and it can't be improved overnight.

"Could it be that I hid the Poison Flame Sword in the Acceptance Ring?"

Zhao Feng replied.

"Who knows if you're making some gimmicks to gain a foothold in the Pavilion. ”

Han Bingche still didn't believe it.

When she walked in front of Zhao Feng, she found that Zhao Feng was different from twenty days ago.

"You know how to refine weapons, you know how to form formations, and your qualifications are so high, you really came out of a low-level empire?"

Han Bingche still couldn't help but ask.

"Do you think I'm the son of the Great Emperor of some Divine Martial Realm?"

Zhao Feng asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't look like you, you shouldn't have started cultivating since you beat your mother's womb, right?"

Han Bingche looked skeptical.

Zhao Feng suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I am a thousand-year-old monster. ”

After speaking, Zhao Feng was about to go back to his room, when Han Bingche stopped him again.

"By the way, when you weren't there, a fat, fat guy came looking for you. ”

Han Bingche suddenly remembered this incident.

So chubby, chubby?

Zhao Feng thought to himself, it should be Wang Yaozu.

"I see. ”

Zhao Feng nodded, and after leaving the residence, he went to the Spirit Pavilion.

The Ground Pavilion and the Spirit Pavilion are adjacent to each other, and the road is not too far.

Zhao Feng walked for half an hour and entered the Spirit Pavilion.

After inquiring about a senior brother, Zhao Feng soon came to the newcomer residential area of the Ling Pavilion.

But before he could go in, he saw a large crowd standing outside in a line, each with a cloth bag in his hand, and then handed it to one person.

"What's the situation?"

Zhao Feng approached in surprise, and found that Wang Yaozu and Xiao Han were also among them, so he shouted, "Fat brother!"

Wang Yaozu, who was in the crowd, heard this voice, suddenly turned around, and immediately looked happy when he saw that it was Zhao Feng.

However, before Zhao Feng could get closer, a voice stopped him, "Disciple of the Earth Pavilion, what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng stopped and found a young man walking towards him.

"Come to a friend. ”

Zhao Feng replied, everyone is a brother of the same sect, and they should exchange courtesies.

"Looking for a friend, then you wait on the sidelines until they finish paying their share. ”

The young man waved his hand and motioned for Zhao Feng to stand on the side.

"Money?"

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's face changed.

"I remember that the Underground Pavilion also has this rule, don't you know? Any disciple who is just starting out has to pay a hundred third-grade yuan crystals every month, and it takes a year to pay it. ”

After the young man explained, he smiled: "If you don't pay it, just give it to me." ”

"Then who will the money be given to in the end?"

Zhao Feng continued to ask.

As he spoke, Zhao Feng glanced at these people around him and found that there were more than two hundred people here.

After Zhao Feng asked this question, the young man became a little impatient, and shouted: "Ask the east and the west, where is there so much nonsense?"

After he finished speaking, he slapped Zhao Feng in the face.

A small nine-star martial spirit dares to be so arrogant?

There was a crunch, but not from a hand on his face, but from a broken bone.