In the battle three days ago, Ye Feng defeated Li Hu and became the first place in Zhengyang Town, but he really offended the Li family.

"Elder Lin, when you arrive at Tianluo Sect in three months, do you think I should leave now or a little later?" Ye Feng asked.

"You'd better set off early, who knows when the Li family will take revenge on you. And you have to pick a spiritual weapon or something!" Lin Lao said.

... ...

"Boss, give me a real price, how much is the minimum amount of this sword!" Ye Feng said to the middle-aged man in front of him.

"At least three gold coins, don't sell a penny less!" said the middle-aged boss with a tough attitude.

"Okay! Ye Feng's hands trembled and took out the gold coins he had saved for two years.

... ...

"Old Lin, look at this sword, it's really not an ordinary ugly, it's so expensive, why do you have to let me buy it?" Ye Feng asked with the strangely shaped sword in his hand.

"Yes, this sword is quite ugly, but this sword is made of Star Iron, and the owner of the weapon shop in your town can't forge such good materials at all, so he can't be ugly. Lin Lao said.

The sword in Ye Feng's hand seems to be different from other people's swords, other people's swords are about four feet long, as thin as cicada wings, and the hilt is also carved with noble patterns, while Ye Feng's sword is about six feet long and black as a whole, and the blade is still pitted, and the thickness of the sword has reached an inch thick, and the hilt is also bare, without any patterns. It is not even more obvious that the value of its own material is revealed.

"Then is there any way to make this sword look better, after all, it's really a shame to go out and fight with it!" Ye Feng said.

"There's no way, just rebuild it in the furnace, and just raise the grade for it!"

"No, Old Lin, you have been asleep for nine thousand years, are you sleeping, do you know how difficult it is to refine weapons?" Ye Feng said.

"Hehe, then do you just think that Lin Qinghe, the number one master in the continent in my dignified primeval period, doesn't even know how to refine weapons?"

... ...

Ye Feng looked at the pile of coal in the corner of the wall, and fell into deep thought, these three tons of coal had spent all his savings, and he saw that these coals were about to come to naught.

"Okay, hurry up and put the sword in and light the coal!" Lin Lao said.

Ye Feng slowly put the sword into the coal pile, covered the sword tightly with coal, and then flipped the palm of his hand, and a flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, take it out and hit it quickly!" Lin Lao said.

Ye Feng took out two sledgehammers and began to strike the sword with a fiery red body.

After nine hundred and ninety-nine hammers.

"Ding ————!"

"I didn't expect it! it actually resonated, stinky boy, why don't you hurry up and drop blood to recognize the master!" Lin Lao said hurriedly.