For Wei Feng's question, Zhou Fatong was entangled and did not answer, in his opinion, this apprentice who had gone through great luck and had a lot of money was dangerous no matter where he was. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Back in the hut, Wei Feng looked at the starry sky with blinking eyes, and lost sleep for the first time.

Leaving Qingyunmen and finding another place to live was his long-standing wish, and the reason was quite simple, he was an impostor.

Although the fake aunt Wei Xuewu and the fake cousin Tian Ni are missing, who knows when they will appear again, once this layer of paper is pierced, don't look at the head Qiao Ran to appreciate him, and then they will definitely turn their faces and be ruthless.

However, this trip to Fengqicheng to buy materials also made Wei Feng deeply understand the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, as long as he left Qingyunmen, life was terrifying and inevitable.

Wei Feng believed that if it weren't for him, Zhou Fatong would never have left Qingyunmen, and in weighing the pros and cons and examining feelings, the old man still believed and chose him.

The next day, the Magic Weapon Palace returned to its former state, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

Wei Feng first practiced martial arts with Meng Yao, then drew talismans, and the rest of the time, he studied how to refine the Qingling Sword with Zhou Fatong in the house.

Encountering robbers on this trip, Wei Feng witnessed the power of talismans and magic weapons, and was full of interest in refining more magic weapons.

"Haha, there is also a method for refining the Qingling Sword on the Tongbao Formula, in comparison, I have a lot of problems. Zhou Fatong said happily.

"Back then, your master had something to hide. Wei Feng said.

"It's all rough work, and the master doesn't let me touch it at all, and it's all peeked at with my eyes. "There was a lot of hardship in the past days, and every time I mentioned it, Zhou Fatong was infinitely emotional.

"Master, we will definitely succeed this time. Wei Feng was full of confidence, and asked again: "It's just that our furnace is too small, can we put down a sword?"

"This is really a problem, so the length of the sword body and hilt cannot exceed one meter. "Circumferential passage.

Wei Feng measured it with his hand, the length was okay, but it didn't feel domineering enough.

Qingyunmen is also a group, with many internal affairs, and craftsmen are indispensable, such as tailors, cooks, blacksmiths, carpenters, masons, etc.

Zhou Fatong took the steel essence material, found the blacksmith in the door, and spent an afternoon to create a sword embryo mixed with steel essence.

The blacksmith's skills are good, the sword embryo looks good, and even the hilt of the sword is carved with a circle of patterns.

Wei Feng took it and gestured twice, his hand felt very heavy, and he couldn't help but say, "This thing is not on my waist, it's really a burden." ”

Zhou Fatong waved his hand and said: "This is just an iron lump, and after it is plated with wind energy grass, it will be so light that you can hardly feel the weight." ”

The process of making the Qingling Sword is quite complicated, first, it is to draw runes on the sword embryo, and then plate it with the powder of thunderwood, just like making rune paper, it must keep the powder even.

After being put into the furnace and fused, it is taken out and cooled, and then the runes are drawn, plated with thunder wood powder, and re-smelted.

Such a process has to be repeated seven times, and the thunderwood powder will leave many tiny holes on the sword embryo, and then, just like boiling rune grass, the wind energy grass will also be turned into a viscous liquid, smeared on the sword embryo, and runes will be drawn, smelted, and cooled, and this process must be repeated three times.

In the whole production process, there must be no mistakes, otherwise all the work will be wasted, and even the materials used cannot be recycled.

This work belongs to Wei Feng, although he has a magnifying eye, he does not dare to take it lightly, and he is meticulous in his work.

The master and apprentice were busy for seven afternoons, and the sword embryo was put into the furnace again and again, and the hot breath baked their faces red.

When the sword embryo was taken out for the last time, a faint halo appeared on it, there was no burning sensation, and it was as light as holding a thatch.

After the halo faded, Zhou Fatong burst into tears of excitement, and after successfully refining the fireball beads, with the help of Wei Feng, he successfully refined the Qingling Sword.

The Qingling Sword is a fighting weapon used by the warrior, strictly speaking, it is also a kind of magic weapon, the monk cannot drive it, and the sword body only accepts the Gang Qi released by the warrior.

Coincidentally, Kan Ze came over to check on Wei Feng's cultivation progress, and when he saw the Qingling Sword that had just been baked, his expression immediately became excited.

"Deacon Kan, come and give it a try!" Zhou Fatong smiled and sent out an invitation.

"This should be allowed by the head of the house. Kan Ze hesitated.

"It's a test, and if there's something that doesn't go wrong, it's better to improve it again. Zhou Fatong didn't think so, and he didn't give it to Kan Ze, and the head wouldn't say much if he knew about it.

Kan Ze's hand trembled a little, grabbed the Qingling Sword, jumped into the air three meters high, and shouted loudly, pouring Gang Qi into the Qingling Sword along the palm of his hand.

The wind suddenly rose, and Meng Yao, who was watching the excitement, sat directly on the ground, and at the same time, the cyan sword burst out from the Qingyue sword, like an extension of the sword body, with a length of more than five meters.

Kan Ze was so excited that he stepped in the air, crossed the courtyard wall of the Magic Weapon Palace, and slashed his sword on the ground.

There was a boom, the earth trembled, Wei Feng ran out to see, a deep ditch ten meters long, two meters wide, and five meters deep appeared on the ground.

"It's so powerful!" Kan Ze fell, praised repeatedly, and looked at it repeatedly with the Qingling Sword, and couldn't put it down.

"Then please Deacon Kan and hand it over to the master!"

"It's not good!"

"You and I have worked together for many years, and there are some things that don't need to be clear, and it's always right to try them. Zhou Fatong is a pun.

Kan Ze instantly understood, gratefully hugged his fist towards Zhou Fatong, and strode away excitedly with the Qingling Sword to report the good news to the head Qiao Ran.

"Kan Ze's character is good, but his cultivation is a little worse. "Circumferential passage.

"What the master means is to let Kan Ze take it, and as soon as the head of the family is happy, he may reward him. Wei Feng said.

"That's right, with the relationship between the head and Kan Ze, most of them will do this. Zhou Fatong nodded, and also gave Wei Feng a thumbs up.

Zhou Fatong's move is the real handover of Kan Ze, there is a way that a gentleman leaves his way and leaves, and many friends are always better than one wall.

Things were as expected, Qiao Ran was very happy when he learned that the Magic Weapon Palace had refined the first Qingling Sword, and he really rewarded Kan Ze.

Subsequently, Qiao Ran personally rushed to say goodbye, and at the same time sent someone to bring a sumptuous wine and food, and stayed to dine together.

Meng Yao was so frightened that he didn't dare to come forward, hiding in the hut, Zhou Fatong didn't greet him, Wei Feng also wanted to avoid it, just eat some leftovers, but was left at the table by Qiao Ran with a smile.

Looking at the entire Qingyun Sect, except for the two top elders and the cheeky Zhou Fatong, no one is qualified to sit at the same table with the head of the sect, which is a supreme honor in the eyes of the other disciples.

"Xiaofeng is a lucky star, haha, since you came, the Magic Weapon Palace has made many achievements. Qiao Ran raised his glass.