"Boom! This is the divine weapon that my Father made for me. That's why Ben Gongzi will always carry it with him! ”

Hearing his words, everyone present looked at each other.

"Apart from this, is there anything else?" However, even so, this guy Ximen Yunwu was obviously still shaken by the incomparably windy weapon in Feng Ye's hand. Only a few seconds later, he said the same thing again.

In this regard, an elderly cultivator who had been following Qu Rende since he entered the house frowned at Ximen Yunwu at this time, and spoke directly.

"What's the hurry! The old man also wants to ask Gongzi to let us old guys take a good look at his magic weapon! ”

"Oh! Senior, you seem to have some interest in this? Come on, if you want to come and see this! Feng Ye, who was in the middle of this, naturally immediately invited this person to come.

However, what was surprising was that as Feng Ye's words fell, this high-level cultivator actually walked directly in front of Ximen Yunwu without the slightest disregard for the presence of the city lord Qu Rende, and then looked at the halberd in Feng Ye's hand with shining eyes.

"Childe! Can the old man touch it? ”

"You're welcome, this is naturally okay!" In this regard, Feng Ye naturally stretched out the weapon in his hand towards this high-level cultivator with a happy face.

Seeing this, Ximen Yunwu glared at Feng Ye with an unkind look in his eyes, and then spoke again.

"Dong Lao, I really don't understand! It seems that such an artifact that is obviously from the hands of ordinary people is worth studying and considering. No matter how gorgeous the appearance of a weapon is, the actual value is always measured by its own material, craftsmanship, and practicality! If not, it's just a useless pile of scrap metal! ”

He was able to say this, naturally because he didn't like Feng Ye to deliberately divert the topic. Moreover, in his opinion, the more Feng Ye wanted to delay time so much, the more ghostly he became.

However, this high-level cultivator, who was called "Dong Lao" by Ximen Yunwu, actually had a look of disdain on his face after hearing what he said just now.

"Simon! What you just said is too exaggerated! Or did you not see that the iron used to craft this weapon was obviously mixed with the rare ancient cold iron? ”

"What?!" After Dong Lao's mention, Ximen Yunwu also seemed to react in an instant that he actually looked down on Feng Ye's family background, which led to such a humiliating behavior of looking away.

"Let's touch it, too!"

At the request of Dong Lao, Ximen Yunwu suddenly reached out and touched the black iron rod in Feng Ye's hand with an unwilling face.

It's just that when his hand touched this inconspicuous iron rod, the expression on his face changed greatly in an instant.

"Isn't it a feeling that feels extraordinarily special! You have to know that Ancient Cold Iron is already rare, and once you can inject a little bit of this substance into the weapon, the attributes of the weapon created will naturally become significantly different. It is also for this reason that this small hand cannon in the hands of the little boy will exude such a refreshing feeling of coolness from the inside out! ”

After speaking, Dong Lao also glanced at Feng Ye with appreciation.

"From this point of view, Childe's father must be a capable person who can make achievements in the field of building in the future!"

Hearing the other party's praise so much, Feng Ye naturally wanted to be polite to him.

"Boom! This is the divine weapon that my Father made for me. That's why Ben Gongzi will always carry it with him! ”

Hearing his words, everyone present looked at each other.

"Apart from this, is there anything else?" However, even so, this guy Ximen Yunwu was obviously still shaken by the incomparably windy weapon in Feng Ye's hand. Only a few seconds later, he said the same thing again.

In this regard, an elderly cultivator who had been following Qu Rende since he entered the house frowned at Ximen Yunwu at this time, and spoke directly.

"What's the hurry! The old man also wants to ask Gongzi to let us old guys take a good look at his magic weapon! ”

"Oh! Senior, you seem to have some interest in this? Come on, if you want to come and see this! Feng Ye, who was in the middle of this, naturally immediately invited this person to come.

However, what was surprising was that as Feng Ye's words fell, this high-level cultivator actually walked directly in front of Ximen Yunwu without the slightest disregard for the presence of the city lord Qu Rende, and then looked at the halberd in Feng Ye's hand with shining eyes.

"Childe! Can the old man touch it? ”

"You're welcome, this is naturally okay!" In this regard, Feng Ye naturally stretched out the weapon in his hand towards this high-level cultivator with a happy face.

Seeing this, Ximen Yunwu glared at Feng Ye with an unkind look in his eyes, and then spoke again.

"Dong Lao, I really don't understand! It seems that such an artifact that is obviously from the hands of ordinary people is worth studying and considering. No matter how gorgeous the appearance of a weapon is, the actual value is always measured by its own material, craftsmanship, and practicality! If not, it's just a useless pile of scrap metal! ”

He was able to say this, naturally because he didn't like Feng Ye to deliberately divert the topic. Moreover, in his opinion, the more Feng Ye wanted to delay time so much, the more ghostly he became.

However, this high-level cultivator, who was called "Dong Lao" by Ximen Yunwu, actually had a look of disdain on his face after hearing what he said just now.

"Simon! What you just said is too exaggerated! Or did you not see that the iron used to craft this weapon was obviously mixed with the rare ancient cold iron? ”

"What?!" After Dong Lao's mention, Ximen Yunwu also seemed to react in an instant that he actually looked down on Feng Ye's family background, which led to such a humiliating behavior of looking away.

"Let's touch it, too!"

At the request of Dong Lao, Ximen Yunwu suddenly reached out and touched the black iron rod in Feng Ye's hand with an unwilling face.

It's just that when his hand touched this inconspicuous iron rod, the expression on his face changed greatly in an instant.

"Isn't it a feeling that feels extraordinarily special! Naturally, it will become noticeably different. It is also for this reason that this small hand cannon in the hands of the little boy will exude such a refreshing feeling of coolness from the inside out! ”

(End of chapter)