After the meal, Qing Feng found a gap to talk to Li Banxian, who seemed to be as famous as his face, for a while. Li Banxian is also very calm, he knows everything about Qingfeng, and he has nothing to say. It has a surging river and an endless taste. But the content is nothing but nonsense or nonsense. Li Banxian is just a slightly more well-informed fool-level figure, as for the further inside story, it is naturally not accessible to people like him.

Qing Feng had the idea of finding the mysterious Council of Elders. But as soon as the idea germinated, it was mocked by Phil as a soap bubble of nothingness, ruthlessly bursting.

First of all, it is impossible for them to come into contact with the big people at the level of the elders, and secondly, even if they step on the shit and unfortunately encounter it, I believe that people are not very angry with them. You must know that the arrogant ** He Weidao is still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital, and it will take a month to fully recover.

The clue has just appeared, and it has been broken again, and there is nothing more tragic in the world than this. However, Qingfeng was not much disappointed except for a little frustration. Finding a person on a huge continent of Moose is undoubtedly more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. Qingfeng had already prepared for the worst, and this small setback was really nothing to him.

However, I am not in the mood to play today. After the two of them had eaten and drunk enough, they walked back to the residence with a stupid face.

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Life has to go on, and Qingfeng is still working hard as always. It's just that it's not how much he pays, but how much he returns. After persisting in practicing hard for a while, Qingfeng seemed to feel an insurmountable transparent wall suddenly appear in front of him. Even if he worked hard to cultivate and play with his life, his strength never improved in the slightest, which made Qing Feng anxious.

Phil is doing a little better, but that's about it.

Yesterday, Fei'er just fell back from the seventy-eighth floor to the seventy-seventh floor. Although it did not gain a firm foothold on the seventy-eighth floor, it also made the contented Fei'er a little proud.

For a week, Qingfeng Lao went back and forth from the 82nd to 83rd floors. The winning rate is not high, low or low, which makes this young man who is not very old seem to be a few years older in an instant, and he is bored. Fei'er felt sorry for Qingfeng, looked at him with a gloomy face, and persuaded him with good words. Qing Feng smiled helplessly, so he had to let go of his knots as much as possible and devote his energy to cultivation and competition again.

But after more than half a month, the situation still does not improve. Qingfeng finally understood that this was the seventh-order bottleneck that Li Tiande said. This is one of the biggest obstacles in the life path of all martial artists.

Even fools on the Moose Continent know that the seventh order is the watershed between the quasi-strong and the strong. Even though it seems to be only one order away, its strength is like a moat. This is reflected in the human and Warcraft levels. Just by looking at the sixth-order demonic beasts that are classified as middle-level, and the seventh-order demonic beasts are high-level, you can know the reason

This bottleneck cannot be broken through hard work and hard work. Li Tiande had already talked to Qing Feng about this, and he knew it well and knew that it was time to go out for a walk.

Qingfeng didn't hesitate, but after meeting with Fei'er at night to discuss, he directly informed Avril of the news of the withdrawal of the two of them. The next day, a small boat sped out of the Holy Island, once again through the strange mist, and disappeared into a blurry white mist.

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In the morning, a wave of heat that was visible to the naked eye like a dragon rose into the sky, and the sound of intermittent gold and stone knocking was endless.

Walking down the street, the most you can smell is not fresh air, but a slightly pungent smell of coke. The people here love weapons, refine them, and resell them. All of them seem to be engaged in weapon-related careers to a greater or lesser extent.

The most important feature of the Smelting City is that it has no walls. As the most prosperous neutral city in the Moose Continent, the Smelting City has a transcendent economic status. Every day, you can see the well-known silver horns on the mainland escorting large and small dart carts back and forth, but any auction house on the topic of weapons must be full of people.

There was once a rough estimate by a good do-good that the Smelting City was about one-tenth of the mainland's cash reserves. Such a large amount of wealth is piled up, it must be a mountain of considerable scale, which can make all the red-eyed people take risks.

But just like this undefended city, there have not been too many twists and turns in tens of thousands of years. Even on several occasions it has been coveted by several greedy nations that have been recorded in history. However, before they could besiege the city, they were collectively killed by the coalition forces of several major powers that rushed around, and it was not surprising that they would destroy the country along the way.

On this day, two handsome teenagers stepped off the boat moored by the lake and strolled along the old bluestone path. No one knows where the two came from. There are thousands of such people every day, and those who live here have the leisure time to care for them, and concentrating on refining weapons is the right way. It's just that the two of them are a lot above the average line, and the handsome still makes people unconsciously look at it a few more times.

The two Qingfeng did not return along the same road, but came directly to this bustling city. In addition to distraction, Qingfeng also wants to dig out a few pieces of scarce ore here. Qing Feng still remembered the split soul given by the sword soul in the sword mound. Every time he looked inward, Qing Feng could vaguely see his appearance at the mouth of his heart.

Qingfeng knew that he had a talent for refining, but after all, he had little experience and was not a good one. Although there are talents, but due to the mistakes of everything, the refining tool is always neither high nor low, hanging in the air. Qingfeng also wants to take this opportunity to learn from others and find a suitable path for himself to refine weapons.

Since he had encountered a bottleneck on the way to cultivation, Qingfeng also wanted to improve his strength in a different way. As the saying goes, all laws are one, and if you are not careful, you will be bypassed, and the bottleneck will be broken by self-heating. It's just that what is the connection between the two, this kind of thing that is too complicated and very sad, is not in the realm of the thinking of the two childish minds.

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At about ten o'clock in the morning, even the laziest men went to work with their backs. Looking at Huo Ranjian's busy city, the interest of the two of them in playing suddenly soared.

It's not the first time I've come to Smelting City. But last time I rushed by, and I didn't stay too long, so I naturally left a lot of regrets. The two wandered through the old streets, coming in and out of a few slightly old workshops from time to time. See more and talk less, occasionally brag and fart with the shopkeeper, and then buy a few pieces of ore at a low price that the shopkeeper can't recognize. Of course, not all shopkeepers have this kind of mallet. In fact, most of the shopkeepers seem to be wooden, but their minds are deeper and more cunning than the other. Often after a few rounds, it is these two fledgling chicks who lose their armor.

After half a day, the two of them also took out a few usable stones. It's just that dealing with this group of old smiling tigers is indeed an extremely tiring job, even more tiring than fighting a battle.

Before they knew it, the two turned to the Champs-Écoupés. A group of half-grown children suddenly rushed past their eyes, shouting vague words in their mouths, and rushed wildly towards an imposing building not far away. The two looked inexplicable, glanced at each other, and found that the other party didn't know what was going on, so they had to smile helplessly.

"Smack!"

A little boy about ten years old ran in front of them. Maybe it's because of the age gap, and the previous group of teenagers has opened up a distance. Panting, the little boy was anxious to catch up with the large army not far away, but his body was thin and weak, and he stumbled under his feet, knocked on the edge of the bluestone slab, and flew into the air.

The corners of Qing Feng's mouth twitched, and he rushed forward with an arrow step, pulling back the young man who was already mentally prepared to perfectly restore the standard action of eating.

The boy looked at his body without the slightest bruise, touched his emaciated cheeks, and found that the rotten tooth, which had been left by the moth, was still where it belonged. And there was no bright red on the skinny palm except for the transparent viscous liquid of one hand.

The young man looked happy, quickly wiped his snot-stained palm on the already unclean clothes a few times, happily shook hands with the boy in front of him, who was not a few years older than him, and immediately wanted to leave after thanking him.

"Hey, who's that!" Fei'er originally thought that Qingfeng was troublesome, such a teenager let him fall, he shouldn't have helped him. But seeing the boy is also quite sincere, at least not pretentious. On a whim, Fei'er came up with the idea of teasing the boy.

The boy looked back stupidly, and scratched his hair, which was as unkempt as a bird's nest, with an embarrassed expression. A mouth, revealing a few sparse yellow teeth.

"Brother, my name is Mo Gan. What else is going on? If you have something to say, please tell me quickly, I really have something urgent today, and I'm sorry. ”

"Mo Gan, I still don't say anything, dare to love you two are brothers! If you can, brother can help you. Fei'er looked at the young man's bitter gourd face that was in a cold sweat, and the bad taste became stronger and stronger.

"You...... Okay?" the young man's nose and eyes wrinkled together in a hurry, and he pulled a donkey face.

"You!"

Fei'er hates people talking about her the most, and originally wanted to argue about something, but the city government that has been cultivated in a high position for a long time makes her not entangle herself for some trivial things. Fei'er's demeanor changed abruptly, and she suddenly changed back to a smiling face with full affinity.

"Again, let's hear it first. ”

"Oh, today's big day when Yetianju opens its doors to enroll students, all teenagers under the age of fifteen in the city can participate. Aren't they scrambling for fear that they will lose their qualifications if they arrive late!

I'm really sorry, I'm going to be late, today it is said that Ye Tianju is full. Bye-bye!"

Seeing that Fei'er didn't mean to let him go at all, Mo Gan quickly explained the reason like fried beans. Then, without waiting for the two to stop, he hugged and apologized, and pulled his legs apart and ran wildly again. After a while, it disappeared into the beautiful building with vermilion walls and black tiles at the end of the street.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads, smiling helplessly. Children who dare to love the poor are in charge of the family early, and the money for a meal that is insignificant in the eyes of others is as important to them as a mountain of gold.

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Anyway, there was nothing to do, and the two of them walked slowly along the most prosperous street in the smelting city, aiming at the first shop in the smelting city at the end of the street - Yetianju!