Bang!

Old Wutuo swung his hammer, and he didn't wipe the sweat in his eyes, and the darkness flowed down the corners of his eyes. For the whole morning, he was like a machine, and no one knew what he was thinking. Dozens of collars were made into rings, and people did their jobs, but no final touches were made for the collars.

Old Utuo put down the hammer, sat at a table and picked up the cigarette pouch, and soon the smoke was swirling, and after a violent swing of the hammer in the morning, as soon as the tobacco entered the lungs, the old Utuo coughed non-stop. The smoke is misty, wrinkled, and there are black stains on his face, and the settled old Wutuo makes people feel heavy.

"Master Craftsman, you've been here for some time. Old Wutuo looked at Ning Feng, and in his impression that this was the first time he had spoken to Ning Feng, "With your northern artifact attainments, the old man didn't want to use it for too much, but now that someone is gone, the errand of the small instrument hall can't be left undone, so you can carve these collars according to the pattern shown on the cloth, which just opens my eyes." ”

Ning Feng said truthfully: "Wutuo seniors, I don't really know how to refine weapons, they are all made up by Na Kanbeitong, if you want to carve these, please ask your seniors to study for a few days, and you will definitely do your best." ”

Lao Wutuo didn't seem surprised by Ning Feng's answer, he shook his head calmly, "You just need to tell me if you can finish it before the festival." ”

Ning Feng calculated, it was only seven days before the Hundred Gardens Beast Taming, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart. You know, this is no ordinary errand, and those rings have been beaten into fine iron by Old Utah, how can they be carved with a small carving knife? But after thinking about it, it seems that these are nothing, and the matter of refining weapons is not something that can be inferred by common sense.

After thinking about it, Ning Feng decided to give it a try, "Senior, I will definitely try my best to complete it before the festival." ”

Old Wutuo still shook his head, "Do your best, it means a way out, can you do it happily." ”

When Lao Wutuo said this, Ning Feng suddenly had a temper, not that he was not decisive enough, but that this old guy spoke too ugly, "Yes!"

"Young man, I would like to remind you, don't talk about refining tools at every turn, it's not just a thing that counts as a refining tool. After Lao Wutuo finished speaking, he took the cigarette stick and walked out.

"I've been taught!" Ning Feng stood upright, Old Wutuo glanced at him and walked out, the rest of the work had nothing to do with Old Wutuo, the target or the box was someone else's work.

The carving knife is the one who hanged himself yesterday.

It is a carving knife with a handle in the middle and points at both ends, one large and one small on each side, one for sharpening and the other for stabbing. Ning Feng held this knife in his hand, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little heavy, thinking about the same place and the same utensils yesterday, now the soul has returned to Jiuquan.

Ning Feng didn't know anything about carving, but he understood one thing, relying on normal strength, people can't complete the carving of fine iron, Ning Feng dared to try, and he was also verifying something.

For many days, Ning Feng had been thinking about one thing.

In the cultivation world, there is another kind of power, and it can be said to be the most basic power, and the strength of the spiritual vein seems to make many spirit masters ignore this power. In fact, this kind of power had accompanied Ning Feng earlier. Everyone knows that it is extremely difficult to condense the spiritual vein, but what is the spiritual vein condensed? It is a kind of force. Thinking that day, Xiao Yi gathered the essence of ten thousand horses, if this power was only used to condense the spiritual veins, it would be too narrow.

Why was Ning Feng able to open Luo Sheng's umbrella? These craftsmen in the Small Instrument Hall, their techniques can be called divine skills in the eyes of secular people, why is this? Many people do not have spiritual veins, why can they manipulate the power of external spiritual weapons?

Well, they obviously don't have a spirit vein, but they can use the skills of the spirit weapon or the spirit beast itself, so it can be seen that there is still a kind of communication in this, and it can only be said that this communication cannot be compared with the spirit vein, and it does not have a strong attraction to the beast weapon, which makes Ning Feng deduce that this kind of power is inevitable. Can you imagine a secular commoner coming up and playing Long Xiao with Changhong?

Attached to the outside is attached to the outside, but it doesn't have nothing to do with it at all.

Thinking of this, Ning Feng's heart was moved, when the spiritual vein was involved in Xiao Yi, and it was difficult to have spiritual skills in the short term, his spiritual vein had another use. If you can start with this kind of force, you will really improve, and the effect on the refining weapon must be huge.

Holding the carving knife in his hand, according to the pattern of the cloth, Ning Feng began to carve, and his power was the same as that of the broken Luo Sheng umbrella. As Ning Feng's palm moved, a facet immediately appeared on the smooth collar, cutting off half an inch of thickness, Ning Feng was shocked, although the material of the tip of this carving knife was extraordinary, but it relied more on the strength that had just gushed out.

"So easy?"

At the beginning, Ning Feng couldn't grasp the sense of proportion at all, and a ring at the end of the good end was cut by him as if it had been gnawed by something, and later it became like a circle of canine teeth, looking hideous, and this collar was wasted. Worried that Lao Wutuo would rework too much and cause unhappiness, Ning Feng simply used this collar to practice. He carved and felt his body.

Not wanting to think about the spirit vein for the time being, Ning Feng re-examined his body, never thinking that his feeling would actually return to before the spirit vein was generated. That was when he didn't realize Xiao Yi's magic, he used Luo Sheng's umbrella to beat Xiao Yi's head to the point of bleeding, and later couldn't convince Niu Wei to move in the fire riding camp, provoking Gu Luoyan's horse's shoe, and the energy of Luo Sheng's umbrella came from this force at that time.

At this moment, Ning Feng suddenly communicated a lot of things, if he couldn't condense his veins in this life, he could still control Luo Sheng's umbrella, "I should have known this!"

Looking at the "heartbroken" collar, it was about to turn into thistle, and several craftsmen only smiled bitterly. Laughing and laughing, they shook for a while, and then they thought that the person sitting there was no longer the person from yesterday!

As a craftsman, making his work look like this is enough to make people laugh off their big teeth, but as an ordinary person, it is very abnormal to be able to cut fine iron like this, "The little brother turned out to be a person with the strength to cultivate." ”

"What kind of strength?" Ning Feng said busily.

The man smiled slightly, "I'm not talking about the qi of strength, but the qi of spiritual weapons. Little brother, since you have a foundation, just pay attention to control. Not only did you destroy the original body by carving it like this, but it also consumed a lot of power, and you couldn't make it up. ”

Ning Feng nodded, but this control is easy to say, but it is very difficult to do. It is the same as the Luo Sheng umbrella, the Luo Sheng umbrella is like a big grinning man, the difference is not much care, and this carving work is like a small family who picks the door, and the baht must be compared. After all, the power of the body is not the power of the body, and it takes a long time to hone it to use it to the bare bit. Another collar was quickly scrapped, which gave Ning Feng a lot of headaches.

In the quiet hut, Old Wutuo sat quietly alone.

He held the cigarette stick in one hand and the jade collar in the other, the smoke was misty and the collar was a little unreal.

A cough brought back his thoughts, and Old Wutuo breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself, "We were both ambitious and wanted to open up this land with the love of our lives. But we were born at the wrong time, in this era when the north and the south are like fire and water, no one wants to look at our things, and no one recognizes us as a member of the Divine Beast Park. ”

"Old, really old. Old Utuo's blank gaze wandered around the room, and in the corners of the room, under the table, and even at the head of the bed, there were all kinds of metal, jade, and some books. Looking at this, Lao Wutuo let out a helpless smile, "What's the use of you looking for so much and writing so much? ”

"This errand is over, I think the small instrument hall should also be over......"

There was a knock on the door.

"How do you know I'm here?" said Old Utuo.

The man was silent for a moment, and did not answer the words of the old Wutuo, but said: "Wutuo, I think you should go to the workshop, there is something wrong with the carving. ”

"The rest is the girl's work, I can't do it, don't let him carve it if you can't carve it, just hand it over like that, it's going to be scattered anyway. Old Utuo said.

"But he carved the collar like this......"

The man pushed the door open.