The next day, Feng Ping, as usual, opened the shop, held the hammer in his hand, and began his iron-making career.

With the passage of time, coupled with his own strong comprehension, and the possession of the fire attribute spirit root, after several superimpositions, his iron-striking level has made great progress.

Let's not talk about whether you can fight a sword or not, but some simple objects are still fine.

After all, striking iron is not something that can be reached overnight, and Feng Ping didn't expect to become a fat man in one bite.

After the end of the day, Zhang Mazi really came to the blacksmith shop with a bitter face.

No, no!

Unless he escapes from Suncheonfu overnight, he can be found anywhere!

When they entered the shop, the two did not speak.

Zhang Mazi added some carbon to the stove and began to push and pull the bellows, while Feng Ping continued to wave his hammer with a clang, quietly waiting for Zhao Yunlong's arrival.

Near noon, a man did come to the door.

But it's not Zhao Yunlong, and it's not Duan Lin!

This person looks honest, but he came with anger, which surprised Feng Ping.

He's ready for these monks to come and look for trouble, besides, he's here for the conflict!

However, the Lord did not come, but someone else came.

"You're the Bull God Blacksmith?" Wu Hu's expression was very displeased, his eyes were arrogantly rolled to the top of his head, and he spoke with an obvious sense of dissatisfaction.

It seems that the monk looks at ordinary people like this.

It doesn't matter, it's not a person.

How could Feng Ping get used to him? He was afraid that the visitor would be polite and not conflicting, so he didn't raise his head and pretended not to hear.

Zhang Mazi, who was pushing and pulling the blower on the side, didn't recognize the identity of the other party's monk for a while, after all, he was not, and it was difficult to sense the aura fluctuations in the other party's body.

Seeing that Feng Ping didn't speak, he was also happy!

"Smack"

How could Wu Hu stand such a snub?

Raised his hand and slapped it on the iron felt, accompanied by a "crackling" but powerful electric light.

This shot completely stopped Zhang Mazi, his face was pale, he looked at each other with trepidation, his mouth was stumbling, and he wanted to speak.

But he looked at Feng Ping and swallowed the words back.

"It turned out to be a monk, disrespectful and disrespectful." Feng Ping finally stopped the movement in his hand, and said "disrespectful", but the eyes of the other party were not friendly at all.

"Did someone book a sword with you?" Wu Hu asked straight to the point.

The other party's attitude had already dissatisfied him, and now he was ready to kill them just by waiting for the sword to arrive!

"Yes." Feng Ping nodded, turned around and went back to the house to take out the long sword, and said, "There are still ninety taels of silver." ”

As soon as his words fell, Wu Hu attacked with a bully.

The opponent's attack came with a sound of breaking through the air and a trace of electricity, in the blink of an eye.

Feng Ping didn't say a word, threw the long sword in his hand to Zhang Mazi on the side, took a "hard" slap, turned his head and ran out of the blacksmith shop.

As he ran, he shouted, "The monk has killed someone!" The monk has killed! ”

It doesn't matter if he doesn't shout, the neighborhood should just watch the excitement, but in this way, those tailor shops, bun shops, rice and noodle shops, etc., have closed their doors one after another, and they dare not see the light.

For fear of harming the fish in the pond.

Wu Hu wanted to chase after him, but the long sword in Lin Xin's mouth was in the hands of another person, so he hesitated for a moment and attacked the person holding the sword.

Zhang Mazi was already dead at this moment, he knelt on the ground with a thud, raised the long sword in his hand above his head, and said tremblingly:

"Really... Real person, this sword is yours, the store asked me to give it to you, I am a little two, the little two who are responsible for blowing the wind, how dare I go against you, how dare I accept your money. ”

Bang!

The other party said that Wu Hu would easily let him go?

He took the long sword, kicked it directly away, and then punched and kicked Zhang Mazi with such a heavy force and ruthlessness that he wanted to put him to death.

Zhang Mazi wanted to resist, but he was not the opponent of the other party at all!

Gradually, his brain began to coma, his body became extremely heavy, and even the figure of the other party became blurred.

After venting, Wu Hu sneered and pulled out the long sword he had just gotten, and was about to swing it down and cut off Zhang Mazi's head......

Suddenly, a strong force grabbed his head and threw it into the street with a "bang".

At this time, Zhang Mazi was already dying, and vaguely he saw a white giant ape, and he kicked back into the street.

Wu Hu was sealed and fell, and fell half to death, his eyes were full of stars, trying to see the appearance of the other party, only to see a terrifying giant ape leap to his side, and before he could react, he was punched in the face.

Bang!

With just one punch, Wu Hu's head was instantly smashed into a meat patty.

He is only at the fourth level of Qi refining, how can he be the opponent of the transformed giant ape?

One blow killed him!

As soon as Wu Hu died, Feng Ping put his hand on the position of the opponent's sea of qi, and the next second a cold voice sounded!

[Sernaja eggs detected.] 】

[Mimic system starts.] 】

【Gene and trait simulation of the Senajia family......】

[Insufficient data......]

[The simulation was successful. 】

[Thunder Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root Activated.] 】

[The Qi Refining Realm is opened. 】

"Heavenly Spirit Root!" Feng Ping was shocked, he didn't expect that the corpse in front of him turned out to be Tianling Root?

"I'm afraid I'm in big trouble?"

But he's not afraid!

Feng Pingzhi threw the other party into the street and killed them again, in order to let others see it!

I saw that his big hand turned into a knife, and he suddenly reached out and inserted it into the position of the opponent's qi sea, and then took out a ball of flesh and blood.

Feng Ping saw it clearly, and there was a worm egg in the flesh that was no bigger than a fingernail and was still wriggling.

He struggled with it for a long time, but he couldn't swallow it in the end!

However, even if he didn't swallow it, he still used the occlusion of the perspective and borrowing the position to make others think that he had swallowed it, and then supplemented it with the technique of swallowing eggs for "refining".

After a few breaths, Feng Ping picked up the other party's clothes, took the other party's two pamphlets from his chest, and disappeared on Zhenghua Street after a few starts.

After returning to the deserted courtyard, Feng Ping's body gradually returned to normal.

He buried the two exercises in the pit that had been dug long ago, filled them with soil, and then put on the clothes he had thrown aside, and turned out of the alley.

As early as a few days ago, he had already found this place, which was very close to Zhenghua Street, and few people came, so it became the place where he transformed and buried the loot.

After getting dressed, he changed back into Feng Ping, switched the position of the sea of qi to a state of no spiritual root, poked his head out, and looked towards the street.

Like him, Aunt Zhang's house, not far from the street, saw that there was no movement on the street, and it was no longer quiet, but boldly lifted a corner and poked her head out.

"Aunt Zhang? Why is this man dead? Feng Ping's heart palpitated.

"It looks like he was killed by a monkey."