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Without saying a word, Zhang Yifeng entered the old man's room.

Nan Xin and Bai Luoluo followed. Zhang Yifeng's words just now made the two of them confused, but after seeing the rich old man in the room, the two girls immediately understood what was going on.

Seeing the old man who was too old to look good, Nan Xin was as shocked as Zhang Yifeng in her heart.

As for Bai Luoluo, he couldn't believe that Zhang Yifeng's master was such an ordinary old man?

In the room, Zhang Yifeng held the rich old man's shriveled palm, continuously input the spiritual energy, and gave the old man a pill, with the input of his spiritual energy, the rich old man's sallow face was a little bloody, but he did not wake up.

The rich old man's vitality has been exhausted, and no one is able to return to heaven unless there is a life-sustaining elixir.

Death is only a matter of time.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man's face and suddenly carried the old man on his back.

"Little friend, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to take the old man to the forge table."

"By all means, if you move the rich old man's body now, I'm afraid, the breath will be gone."

"It's okay, I'm responsible for what happened."

Zhang Yifeng carried the old man on his back and went to the Black Iron Holy Furnace.

Zhang Yifeng put the rich old man on the stool and faced the forging table.

By this time, Nan Xin seemed to know what Zhang Yifeng was going to do.

In front of the rich old man, he wants to cast the ninety-six hammers of meteors, and use the ninety-six hammers to build a weapon.

This is not a competition, nor is it a performance, but a report to the teacher on his cultivation progress.

Zhang Yifeng took a handkerchief and began to clean the forging table of the forging furnace.

He cleaned up very carefully, not using the aura to directly shake the dust, but wiping it with a towel.

Over and over again, the forging table was wiped spotlessly.

It took half an hour to clean up the forging table of the forging furnace, and then Zhang Yifeng took out the materials and began forging.

This time the forging did not have any struggle for fame and fortune, and it was completely dedicated to this old forging master who dedicated his life in order to inherit his forging skills.

Zhang Yifeng had already forged the best weapons, and at this time, he was naturally familiar with the ninety-six hammers, and with his full dedication, he actually entered the realm of forging again.

Once the meteor hammer method is deployed, it is wide open, like a meteor catching the moon with a hammer, all of which are integrated into Zhang Yifeng's feelings.

When the hammer sounded, the rich old man, who was originally unconscious, suddenly woke up.

His eyes shone with a scorching divine light, because he saw that the hammer technique performed by Zhang Yifeng was so exquisite that it surpassed his level, and it was not the popular seventy-two hammers, but the popular ninety-six hammers!

"Little doll, let me come." The rich old man's voice suddenly came.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly turned around and broke away directly from the forging conception.

But this time, he had no regrets, but surprises!

"Teacher." Zhang Yifeng no longer calls the old man, but the teacher.

Zhang Yifeng frowned and thought for a while, but finally respectfully stepped aside and gave the forging table to the rich old man.

On the side, Nan Xin and Bai Luoluo both wanted to speak and stopped, as if they wanted to stop it, but in the end they didn't speak.

The pharmacist was even more surprised, he couldn't imagine why the old man, whose vitality had been exhausted and was about to stop breathing, still had the strength to stand up.

The rich old man gently stroked the forging table, then took a deep breath, and a flame hammer like Zhang Yifeng appeared in his hand.

The next moment, the rich old man played the meteor hammer method!

With the dance of the rich old man's hammer, it was as if everything had stopped, and the three of them could no longer see anything else in their eyes, except the hammer of flames that kept falling like a meteor.

After the seventy-two hammers of the meteor were beaten, the rich old man did not stop at all, and went on to hit the seventy-third and seventy-fourth hammers......

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng actually saw tears in his eyes.

The rich old man studied the meteor hammer method all his life, and he was trapped in the seventy-two hammers of meteors, however, at this time, he finally broke the shackles and hit the ninety-six hammers of meteors.

The rich old man's attainment of the meteor hammer method is extremely high, and once he breaks through, the hammer he hits is exactly the same as that of a person who has practiced it hundreds of times and thousands of times.

Incomparably subtle.

Even Zhang Yifeng felt that his Meteor Ninety-six Hammer was not as good as the old man's hammer method at the moment.

The old man kept dancing the hammer of flames, his white hair was flying, his face was wonderful, and the original old man was replaced by a high-pitched spirit.

Dangdang!

All sounds are automatically filtered out, and all that remains is the beautiful hammering sound of a beautiful movement.

The hammer continued for half an hour before it stopped completely.

The rich old man was angry and nodded at Zhang Yifeng. After following the rich old man to learn the hammer method for so long, Zhang Yifeng naturally knew what the rich old man meant, and put the rich old man's works into the forging furnace for quenching.

It was a sword-like weapon, but it looked more like a long feather.

The four of them stared at the forge motionlessly, and it wasn't until three hours later that the rich old man spoke, "It's time." ”

Zhang Yifeng brought the bucket and put it in the cold water.

Soon, the water refining was completed, and the work was finally completed.

This feather-like sword is made of materials for forging high-grade weapons, and after the forging of the popular ninety-six hammers and then the refining of water, it has become the pinnacle of the highest grade.

It's a pity that this weapon didn't add the beast soul, and what Zhang Yifeng took out at the beginning was not the material for forging the best weapon, otherwise, this sword might still become the best weapon.

Looking at this work, the rich old man was extremely moved.

"Ninety years, ninety years, old man, I finally cultivated the Meteor Hammer Method to the ninety-six hammer level, but it's a pity that I couldn't forge the best weapon, it's a pity, it's a pity." The rich old man shook his head and sighed.

"Teacher ......"

Zhang Yifeng suddenly spoke. As the words fell, a giant sword as black as a door panel suddenly appeared in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

Looking at the big giant sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, the rich old man's eyes suddenly widened.

As an experienced old forger, even if he couldn't determine the level of the best weapon, he could still feel the extraordinaryness of this giant sword from the aura on the weapon.

"It's ......"

"This is the weapon forged by the disciple at this forging conference, called the Trace of the Splitting Heaven, the best weapon." Zhang Yifeng said lightly.

He once promised in front of the rich old man that he would forge the best weapon in the old man's lifetime, and now, he has done it.

"The best weapon!" The rich old man looked at the black giant sword in disbelief, and there was no special brilliance.

Zhang Yifeng nodded: "Its material is the red essence iron mother given to me by the teacher." ”