What a strong force!

Wei Changfeng, who was robbed of his halberd, was taken aback, and his heart was shocked inexplicably!

He is also a master of the Qi Condensation Realm now, and he was lightly bullied in front of him by Yue Kuohai, and casually snatched away the weapon in his hand, and there was no room for resistance or even dodging at all.

If he didn't grab the weapon but attacked, I'm afraid he would be in a catastrophe under one blow!

How strong is this Forge Master?

Wei Changfeng didn't know that the other party gave him the feeling that the mountains were looking up!

Yue Kuohai held the halberd, a pair of lion eyes were shining, staring at this weapon for half a cup of tea, before exhaling and praising it: "Good halberd!"

His left index finger and middle finger were put together into a sword shape, pointing to the halberd body and saying: "This 10,000-year-old black Xuan Halberd is made of black black black iron that has been refined in the earth river for more than 10,000 years, and it takes three years to polish it alone, but unfortunately the method of refining has long been lost!"

"Back then, only Dayan's general-level figures, after making great contributions, could obtain a ten thousand years of black halberds given by the emperor, and as far as I know, there are no more than ten in the world!"

The Casting Grandmaster's gaze fell on Wei Changfeng's body and shouted, "Boy, how many merits do you want to exchange?"

Wei Changfeng didn't expect this halberd to be so big, but his reaction was not slow at all, and he replied without thinking: "How much the seniors are willing to give, the juniors have no objections!"

He didn't know how many sect merits this thing could be exchanged for, instead of talking nonsense, it was better to retreat as advance, expecting that the identity of the other party's grandmaster would never take advantage of himself in vain.

Yue Kuohai laughed, glared and said, "You kid is a little smart, I, Yue Kuohai, won't let you suffer." How about giving you 500 merits?"

Wei Changfeng didn't know very well how many things could be exchanged for five hundred meritorious deeds in Yunhaimen, but looking at the expressions of those Yunhaishan disciples, he also knew that it would never be a minority.

"Deal!"

He agreed without hesitation.

Even if it is a loss, you can use this to get to know a refining master in the sect. It's totally worth it too!

Yue Kuohai was very satisfied: "The kid is refreshing enough!"

He stretched out his big hand and patted Wei Changfeng's shoulder vigorously, and the lion's eyes showed appreciation.

The Yunhaimen disciples next to them looked envious and jealous.

Not to mention the value of the merits of the five hundred sects, just Yue Kuohai's appreciation is precious!

If his old man is happy, he will definitely make a profit if he gives one or two magic weapons casually.

And Song Hai's expression was extremely defeated. I can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in and no longer come out to be embarrassed, and my heart is full of resentment, fear, regret, etc., and my face has become a little distorted.

With his hands clenched into fists, he slowly retreated towards the door.

"Want to run?"

What Song Hai didn't expect was that Yue Kuohai actually noticed Song Hai's retreat. His face turned and he roared in a deep voice: "I don't know what is humble, get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, he violently swung the halberd in his hand and instantly slapped it on Song Hai's body.

Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", Song Hai flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, flew out of the shop and fell heavily on the street more than a dozen steps away, and then rolled several times.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of bloody arrows, and the bones all over his body seemed to be broken. I struggled to get up for a while.

There were many pedestrians on the street, and when they saw his wolf bèi unbearable appearance, they immediately laughed.

Song Hai, who fell to the ground, spat out blood again.

In fact, he was not seriously injured. Yue Kuohai made a move to pay attention to the control of proportion, otherwise there would be no problem with a halberd directly slapping him to death, where would he just be shot out like now.

But for Song Hai, the biggest harm is humiliation, the embarrassment of being humiliated in public!

And Yue Kuohai in the shop didn't care like a fly. He glared at the three outer disciples and said, "Are you going out by yourself, or do you want me to go out?"

The three outer disciples were suddenly scattered. Busy hugging his head and scurrying.

"It's all your fault!"

One of the disciples passed by Song Hai's side and stepped on the latter hatefully. to vent the anger in your heart.

Looking at Song Hai, who was rolling and vomiting blood in the place, Wei Changfeng did not have the slightest sympathy.

This kind of despicable goods is more than innocent, but it is a pity that he can't do it in Tucheng, otherwise he wouldn't mind sending the other party back to the west.

Wu Liang was also very happy, and he couldn't wait to go up and kick it himself.

Wei Changfeng asked him to unload the burden on his body and took out all the other armor weapons.

Yue Kuohai just glanced at it a few times, and said disdainfully: "These are not worth much, let's count fifty merits for you!"

For these equipment, Wei Changfeng didn't have much hope in the first place, so he was not disappointed now.

He was also very satisfied with fifty merits!

And the sect's exploits as a trading item are very interesting, it turned out to be a piece of red jade two inches long and half an inch wide, with incomparably complex runes engraved on it.

Seeing that Wei Changfeng didn't know the origin of this kind of red jade, Yue Kuohai also deliberately pointed out a few words.

It turns out that this kind of jade is called Xunyu, which is a substitute for the merits of the sect, and can usually be used for trading, and it is the most circulating in the Yunhai Mountain Gate, which is much better than silver tickets and even spirit beads.

There are three kinds of Xun jade, namely one white jade, ten red jade and one hundred black jade, all of which are refined by the sect master using secret methods, and outsiders can never forge them.

Yue Kuohai gave Wei Changfeng fifty-five pieces of red jade, which was equivalent to five hundred and fifty sect merits!

The refining master said: "It's best for you to send these medals to the Meritorious Hall for storage in the future, there are them in the Tucheng, and if you have a large number of transactions with others, it is best to complete them in the Meritorious Hall, so as to ensure safety." ”

He said meaningfully: "Don't think that your fellow disciples are all good people!"

Wei Changfeng's heart sank, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you seniors for your advice!"

The Hall of Merit is definitely one of the halls in the Yunhai Gate, Yue Kuohai's reminder is obviously kind, there are some truths that he doesn't need to say, Wei Changfeng is also very clear.

Yue Kuohai waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, you can bring me this Ten Thousand Years Black Halberd, I also have to accept your favor, if you need to refine any weapons and armor equipment in the future, you can come to me!"

Wei Changfeng smiled: "Senior, I really have something to ask of you!"

He took out his Bright Light Sword and asked, "Can this sword be cultivated?"

The Mingguang Sword is a famous seal-level sword, and the sharpening of iron is as sharp as clay, but after fighting in the underground palace city for three days, this sword has been damaged a little, and the light of the sword body has dimmed a lot.

Standards, precision casting, name seals, spiritual weapons, and divine weapons cannot be indestructible, even the most top-level divine weapons may be damaged.

Wei Changfeng regarded the Mingguang Sword as a treasure, so he just asked if he could repair it.

Yue Kuohai was not surprised and took over the Ming Light Sword.

He looked at the long sword, and then he stretched out his fingers as thick as turnips and flicked his fingers at the sword!

Bite!

The sword makes a love sound, and the aftermath lingers!

But if you look closely, you can see that there are two gaps the size of rice grains on the blade, and there are traces of defacement on the spine of the sword, which makes the sword lose most of its original brilliance.

Yue Kuohai said: "Your sword has the quality of a famous seal, but there was a difference in the refining process, and as a result, the quality of the sword fell by one order, which is considered a defective product." ”

After a pause, he continued: "You are usually powerful with a sword, but you have no experience in raising swords and sword guards, this sword is getting worse and worse the more you use it, and now it is damaged, and it is also contaminated with a yin and evil aura. ”

Wei Changfeng was embarrassed, he really didn't know how to maintain the long sword.

"Senior, can you fix it?"

Yue Kuohai snorted and said proudly: "Of course it's okay to repair it, and I can also make it a real Famous Seal Sword, but the price you have to pay is not low, it's better to change it to a new one." ”

New one?

This thought just appeared in Wei Changfeng's mind, and he was immediately vetoed by him.

Because in Wei Changfeng's heart, he already has feelings for the Ming Light Sword.

This sword has accompanied him all the way through life and death, and it is no longer as simple as a weapon, and it is really reluctant to give it up lightly!

"I'm used to it, so I'd better ask my seniors to take action!"

Yue Kuohai nodded and said, "Yes, as a sword cultivator, you should regard the sword as your life, and you can't give it up in vain!"

He shouted in a deep voice, "You come in with me!"

The Refining Master returned to his workshop on his own.

Wei Changfeng didn't dare to slack off, so he asked Wu Liang to wait outside first, and followed him in.

A wave of heat hit your face!

Inside, the furnace was set up in a furnace for refining utensils, and the fire was blazing fiercely, and the tongs and other tools placed on it were burned red, and two strong handymen were pulling the huge bellows back and forth.

The temperature here is at least several times higher than outside, and it is not at all something that ordinary people can bear, but fortunately, Wei Changfeng is now a condensing qi cultivator, so he can hold on.

Yue Kuohai threw the Ming Light Sword directly into the furnace, and the sword body was immediately swallowed up by the molten iron juice.

Wei Changfeng was terrified when he saw it, but Yue Kuohai smiled, found two pieces of ore in the material pile next to him, and threw them together.

"You kid is lucky, these two pieces of extraterrestrial meteorite iron are the ones I just collected, and they are the most suitable for sword weapons!"

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of his sword and turned it slightly, not caring about the heat of the fire.

After a while, Yue Kuohai drew his long sword, rested it on the anvil, picked up the hammer and smashed it down!

The sonorous thrashing sound was endless, his rough and powerful movements, and a little splash of sparks made Wei Changfeng have to retreat to the edge of the corner.

His technique is extremely skillful, and every movement has a special rhythm with it, precise and perfect!

After a thousand taps, Yue Kuohai stuffed the Ming Light Sword back into the furnace, and it seemed to fuse new materials.

And so on and so forth, and time flies by.

Almost an hour later, the Ming Light Sword was finally repaired in Yue Kuohai's hands!

(To be continued)