The Feng family has been forging spiritual weapons for a living for generations, and naturally knows how to forge spiritual weapons.

Forging spiritual weapons, there are dozens of processes before and after, the process of forging is complex and uncontrollable, even if the previous process is perfect, creating a good spirit embryo, there is a life and death mark in front of the spirit, the spirit is the spirit weapon, and the spirit is a better mortal weapon without the spirit injection. Therefore, infusion has always been a difficult problem for foundries to overcome.

However, with a mouthful of hair broken iron cauldron and fifty fire-gathering runes, Nitama created a spiritual weapon.

Feng Gang's heart collapsed.

"What about teasing me? When did spiritual weapons become so cheap? ”

This is the same as selling the Mark Six lottery once and not winning once, and someone else won 30 million with the gift of the Mark Six lottery ticket.

Could it be that this kid's luck is really so against the sky?

I don't believe it, he must have some tricks? If you can ask him about his situation at that time, it will have an immeasurable effect on the infusion. This is his idea, and it is the idea of everyone.

But Fenggang Dao's heart emerged, the demon obstacle was removed, and his mind returned to clarity, and he shook his head.

The spirit weapon is made by nature, and the magic hand can be obtained.

However, he saw that the monks below looked at the cauldron, their eyes flashed with a hot look, and in front of the treasure, everyone was greedy.

The spirit weapon is in the world, and the next thing is to recognize the master of the spirit weapon, and everyone wants to be the lucky one.

Seeing this, Ling Feng's heart was not good. If it continues to develop like this, I am afraid that Ling Hao will be a little more dangerous, the Tiger Continent has had a fine tradition of killing people and stealing goods since ancient times.

Although most of the people present were the children of the Ling family, it is unknown how many spies there were.

A silver glint appeared in Ling Feng's eyes, and a thought arose.

Guns are coming!

On the martial arts field, in the courtyard of the Ling family and in the city of Baiye, countless spears set up suddenly trembled, and many gunmen who didn't know why looked at the spears in their hands in amazement.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The spear exploded with a cold glow almost simultaneously. Breaking free from the restraints, he shot upwards and rushed into the clouds, suddenly turning and heading towards the ring.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The fierce sound of breaking the air resounded in the sky, people looked up, and in the sky, tens of thousands of spears, like crossing the river, were surging in all directions.

The spear arrived, hovering in the sky like a goshawk, forming a huge spiral vortex.

Ling Feng walked out of the high platform, like a king, and all the people on the scene locked their eyes firmly on him.

Ling Feng ordered: "Fall! ”

The swirling group of guns instantly spread downward, like a tornado coming from the sky.

The spiral of guns surrounded the ring, forming a circular wall of guns that kept rotating, and anyone who dared to approach would be instantly ground into a pulp, and the spears would mediate, covering everyone's sight.

"Tornado Spiral Spear Array!"

Ling Feng's famous stunt is really spectacular. He arched his hand to the people watching the game and said, "Everyone, now that the spirit weapon is about to take shape, someone will inevitably disturb it, Ling has temporarily sealed the dueling arena, as for the victory or defeat, please go back and wait for the result." ”

However, the greed of the human heart is more terrible than the poison that pierces the intestines. Even though Ling Feng was so tough on chasing customers, many people were allowed to wait and see from afar.

Feng Gang suddenly walked out, stood beside Ling Feng, and said, "Don't leave yet, do you want to be the enemy of my Ling Feng family?" ”

Speaking like this, it is tantamount to admitting the pending marriage of the Ling Feng family in disguise.

The people who watched from afar also quietly disappeared.

Ling Feng asked Feng Gang with his mind.

"The duel isn't over yet, why do you bother to stand up and take a stand?"

Feng Gang said angrily: "What do you think of my Feng Gang, what my Feng family owes you, Yan'er can't pay it back, I'll pay it back." ”

Feng Gang then said, "Besides, I really like this kid Ling Hao more and more. If you put him with me for a few years, maybe you will have a spark of love with Feng Yan'er! ”

"Get out!"

Ling Feng's answer was short and forceful.

…………

Looking at the ring again, the cold iron pot absorbed the heat of the entire Heavenly Flame Dragon, and the entire pot body was bright and scary.

A fiery dragon swam in the pot, letting out a dragon groan.

Ling Hao looked at this little dragon, a little confused, what was going on?

"You have practiced a spiritual weapon, drop a drop of blood on the top of the pot, and it will recognize you as the master." Feng Yan'er reminded from a distance.

"What, a spiritual artifact? This pot also counts? ”

Ling Hao couldn't help but think that when he fought in the future, others would show off their spirit swords, spirit swords, and handsome comparisons.

And what's the matter of digging out the cauldron yourself? We can't afford to lose that person!

Don't, don't die!

At this time, the spirit cauldron trembled, and the fire dragon at the bottom of the pot kept leaving the spirit cauldron.

"If you don't drip blood again, once the spirit dissipates, the spirit weapon will be reduced to mortal iron." Feng Yan'er said anxiously on the side. She didn't know what Ling Hao was hesitating about, the spirit weapon was very rare, and there would be a lot of magical special effects, which could be said to be rare but not sought.

Ling Hao looked at the iron pot in his hand with an embarrassed face, bit his finger, and dripped a drop of blood.

When the body of the pot saw the blood, it immediately engulfed the blood, turning into countless blood-red threads, which were wrapped around the fire dragon and locked it firmly.

The fire dragon tried his best, but he still broke free from the blood-colored threads and was pulled into the pot. In the spirit pattern of the iron pot, there is an extra fire dragon.

After the spiritual weapon was completed, Ling Hao looked at Zai Feng Yan'er again, she was burning with flames all over her body at the moment, and under the reflection of the firelight, her pretty face was red, her beautiful big eyes, and her resolute eyes had a thrilling beauty.

The two looked at each other in the air, clicking, and thunder flashed in the sky. The two just stood like that, looking at each other, and neither of them spoke.

"The battle that blocks lives should be understood." Ling Hao said.

"Just what I want." Feng Yan'er replied.

The heavy rain is at the end of the crossbow, but the battle is at its climax.

The strength of the two of them was shown unreservedly at this moment.

Feng Yan'er knew that Ling Hao's speed was the most terrifying weapon, so she didn't dare to be careless and unleashed her spirit magic first.

"Secret arts, a hundred birds and a phoenix."

The flames on her body turned into firebirds and surrounded her.

At the same time, Ling Hao's figure instantly disappeared from Feng Yan'er's field of vision.

He moves so fast that it's hard to catch with the naked eye, and he can even catch up.

The wind is coming, and the fist is coming.

However, the fist struck the firebird, and the firebird took the initiative to block Ling Hao's fist. The Firebird was disillusioned and blocked the fatal blow.

"See how many birds you have?"

Ling Hao saw that he couldn't make a contribution with one blow, and burst out with all his terrifying speed. The figure is like a ghost, constantly disappearing and appearing. Throws a punch every time it appears.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Constant offense. Brilliant sparks exploded around Feng Yan'er, it was a firebird, blocking Ling Hao's offensive results again and again.

Although the firebird can take the initiative to defend, the number is indeed limited, if it does not move, Feng Yan'er will be defeated after a long battle.

Ling Hao, who was attacking quickly, finished beating the last firebird, and the moment the next punch hit Feng Yan'er, Feng Yan'er cast the next secret technique.

"Secret art, phoenix Yu Fei."

A pillar of fire erupted directly at Feng Yan'er's feet, knocking Ling Hao flying.

A huge phoenix was condensed above Feng Yan'er's head.

The phoenix spread its wings, and a loud phoenix chant resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

"Wow!"

Outside the court, Ling Feng, who had rarely spoken, said: "Immortal Phoenix Holy Skill and the Ninth Order of Spirit Soldiers, it seems that my son has indeed climbed high, and she is even qualified to enter the Holy Courtyard." ”