Zhan Chong's heart was like ashes, Lao Dong comforted him, and the others didn't follow him if they weren't familiar with Zhan Chong, so as not to make people think that they were happy.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, Feng Zhiping and Wang Lang chatted, reminiscing about the past of Milong Mountain is full of sighs.

Elder Niu listened with a smile, interjecting a few words from time to time, and talking like an old man who was happy and knew his fate chatting with his favorite grandson, without taking a stand at all, really won a lot of favor from Feng Zhiping, and also made him panic.

This old man doesn't like himself too, does he?

It's not that he is sentimental, Elder Niu really has this thought, but he dispelled the idea after hearing that Senior Brother Su Hall Master had "returned with a feather", but he didn't appreciate Feng Zhiping for half of it, and he was even more curious about his godlike "intuition", and he inquired about how he cultivated it.

"Mom and Dad gave it. Feng Zhiping threw a panacea answer, and suddenly found that the word "talent" was really a good excuse.

Whatever makes you special, it comes down to talent.

What, haven't heard of this talent?

I'm sorry, that's because you're lonely, go back and turn a few more pages of historical data.

You Shuang'er visited the shelves on the first floor with great interest, she was locked up in Mochiyue Peak since she was a child, and she didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, Tongtian Pavilion was the first time to come, so she had to take a good look.

The delicate girl was full of youthful vitality, coupled with her more and more exquisite appearance, which suddenly attracted the attention of many customers, Feng Zhiping couldn't pull away, so he had to look at Zhao Kang for help, the latter was quite knowledgeable, and he had already taken the lead as a flower messenger.

Speaking of which, Zhao Kang, the messenger of protecting flowers, is called a competent, slender figure and handsome face, holding a fan not far away, his demeanor is calm, as long as he doesn't open his mouth, he is a jade son.

Especially compared with Lao Dong, who accompanied Zhan Chong to copy his father and scold his mother, it was like a cloud, and the male disciples who wanted to be close to him were ashamed of themselves, but many female disciples saw some signs and guessed that Zhao Kang and You Shuang'er were just brother and sister, and there were a lot of Yingying Yanyan.

"Phew, a bunch of things that don't know the goods!" Lao Dong was indignant.

Zhan Chongzheng was sad, and when he heard the words, he raised his head angrily, Lao Dong hurriedly explained, telling him that it was not him who scolded him but a little white face, but Zhan Chong was even more sad, touching his face and sighing that heaven was unfair.

"How did you see that?" An Heng asked suddenly.

He endured it for a long time, listening to Feng Zhipingzuo's "natural" and "intuition" prevarications, and he couldn't help it.

Feng Zhiping gave a polite smile and was about to throw it again, when he was coldly interrupted.

"Don't use those excuses to perfunctory me! Instinct? Ridiculous! Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone who can make such accurate judgments by intuition, you must have cultivated secret arts!"

"Senior Brother An!"

Wang Lang drank coldly, glanced at Feng Zhiping apologetically, and then scolded angrily: "You have learned all the etiquette in the dog's belly? Have you forgotten how Master teaches us on weekdays? Even if Senior Brother Feng cultivates the secret method, can you ask at will? It's a shame that we are the same family, if this is outside, don't you know how much trouble a sentence can cause?"

An Heng bowed his head indignantly, he also knew that he was rude, but the breath in his heart couldn't be vented and he was uncomfortable.

Among Su Ji's apprentices, he is the most talented one, and the master and brother are often exaggerated on weekdays, until one day Wang Lang returned and mentioned Feng Zhiping, and the master went to see it in person, things changed.

Su Ji often sighed what would happen if Feng Zhiping could enter the Dao, his words were full of regret, he was proud of his talent and was not a generous person, he didn't care once or twice, and after listening to it for a long time, he would inevitably be jealous, lest Feng Zhiping figure out the door one day and lose his grace.

Later, Feng Zhiping stirred up the storm in the outer mountains, and several outer disciples who were familiar with each other were either relatives or gritted their teeth with hatred, but he was relieved, and he felt that the master would not accept this kind of virtuous person.

I thought that it would continue like this, and the well water that the two of them didn't know didn't know didn't interfere with the river water, but who knew that today Feng Zhiping actually picked his door, and slapped him in the face, making his proud micro-exploration technique lose face.

This is more excessive than competing for favor with the same door, this guy can change his face if he doesn't get started, and even Senior Brother Wang Lang, who usually spoils himself, reprimanded himself, saying that the microscopic technique is not accurate, or that "seeing is believing", and what does "you don't need to protect the integrity of spiritual materials for a little spirituality", is this what an instrument master should say?

Let the master hear it, and he will definitely be whipped to death by the big board!

"It's a gut feeling. Feng Zhiping smiled.

An Heng raised his head and said coldly: "I don't believe it!"

It must be a secret art!

An Heng firmly believes that it is a secret technique that is more powerful than the microscopic technique taught by Su Ji!

If you can learn...

Feng Zhiping didn't know An Heng's thoughts, but he could feel that the anger on this kid's body was quite big, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

He is not a good-tempered person, and he treats each other politely because of the face of Wang Lang and the hall master Su, but he has been faced with a cold face again and again, and he doesn't need to put a hot face on his cold buttocks, and his smiling face is also cold.

"Believe it or not, it's my business. ”

An Heng gritted his teeth, and said in his heart: "I heard that you like to duel on behalf of others, do you dare to compete with me?"

"Just you?" Feng Zhiping looked up and down, "I'll let you make ten moves, and if you can touch the corner of my clothes within ten moves, I'll count you as a winner!"

"An Heng, don't mess around!"

Wang Lang was taken aback, Feng Zhiping's strength he knew that he was no longer the little weak chicken when he was in Lost Dragon Mountain, and now whether he can survive ten moves under him is two words, not to mention An Heng?

The disciples of the Qiyuan Hall were already negligent in martial arts, and refining weapons was their specialty.

An Heng was also startled, and hurriedly said: "Who said that we are competing with you, we are instrument masters, how can we dance like barbarians!"

"Isn't a martial artist, isn't it a barbarian who learns martial arts?" Feng Zhiping squinted at Wang Lang, "Is this the mind of the hall master Su?"

"Why, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Wang Lang was anxious, and when he saw that the disciples who had selected the blades nearby looked at him coldly when they heard this, he hated him in his heart, and reprimanded angrily: "Why are you so immodest today, you are usually spoiled by you, and you are so used to forgetting your form! The Instrument Dao is a branch of the Martial Dao, and the Weapon Master is also a martial artist, what are we drilling and developing weapons for? Isn't it just to cast the best divine weapon blade to assist the martial artist to use the power of heaven and earth, and deduce the Heavenly Dao? You actually forgot your book, you really should fight, now let me go back and face the wall and think about it!"

An Heng also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and defended: "I didn't mean that, you know, he deliberately misinterpreted it!"

Feng Zhiping was too lazy to talk nonsense, and asked bluntly: "Say, how do you want to compare? Say it first, I don't know the way of weapons, I can't make a sword!"

"Of course I know that you don't understand refining weapons, but don't you have great intuition? Let's compare appraisals, see who identifies more things in the same time, and locate them accurately, do you dare?"

"Why don't you dare?" Feng Zhiping sneered and raised his chin, "What about Caitou? Don't tell me that it's a comparison, I'm not interested." ”

An Heng's eyes lit up, and this was what he was waiting for.

Ignoring his senior brother's angry eyes, he said proudly: "You say what you want, I only want one thing - your secret technique!"

Feng Zhiping smiled, and guessed that this kid had this in mind.

"Nonsense, I can't care about you yet!"

Wang Lang was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach a lesson, but he was pulled by Elder Niu.

"Don't worry, I think it's interesting, just let them be. ”

"Uncle?"

Wang Lang was stunned, could it be that even Uncle Niu was moved?

Elder Niu was very calm, and said with a smile: "I am indeed very interested in your secret technique, but I can promise you one thing on his behalf, if you lose, your secret technique will only be practiced by me and him, and it will never be passed on to a second person, even if it is a disciple yourself!"

An Heng was stunned, he didn't expect Master Niu to help him, and he didn't care when he heard that there was a restriction added, then he would be able to do the secret technique himself, the apprentice was still far away, and which master didn't leave two hands when passing on the art?

is the master of the hall of the teacher, Su, and he may not be able to teach himself, otherwise why did the most powerful secret techniques only pass on the simplest microscopic exploration techniques?

If it had all been passed down, I would have been in charge of the furnace by myself!

"The senior is calm, since this is the case, the kid will respond, but the kid's request can you and him dare to respond?" Feng Zhiping asked with a smile.

An Heng suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Of course I dare, but I can't go too far, I will ask for heaven-level and earth-level spiritual materials, treasure blades or something, and give you at most three human-level blades!"

Hey, Qiyuantang is really rich, and a small disciple of the Acquired Realm actually opened his mouth to be three human-level high-grade treasure blades, and I don't know if Zhan Chong heard it.

There shouldn't be, otherwise I'd have vomited blood and vomited to death.

Shaking his head, Feng Zhiping smiled and said: "You, you, with the heart of a villain, how can I be such a greedy person without rules?"

An Heng's face darkened, this was referring to Sang scolding Huai, and he quickly glanced at Uncle Shi and sighed secretly, or the old man has concentration, his face is not red, his breath is not panting, his eyes are not messed up, his own way is too shallow!

"And what do you want?"

Feng Zhiping gestured to Lao Dong's side: "My brother recently wanted to change careers, he used to make axes, and now he wants to practice a heavy sword, and this fake material is his original main material." ”

Elder Niu nodded slowly in agreement: "Well, yes, the idea is very good." Zikun cold iron is heavier than ordinary metal, and the spirituality is sufficient, and the accessories are properly blended, and there is a certain hope that it can be cast into a ground sword, what, do you want us to take the same amount of Zikun cold iron out to make up for it?"

Feng Zhiping smiled and waved his hand: "Wrong, wrong, it's not you, it's him, I have something else to ask for you." ”

An Heng glared: "Where can I find so many Zikun cold irons? Also, why are there two copies, you still want a lottery for Uncle Niu?"

Feng Zhiping shrugged: "What's strange, the challenge you issued, the conditions that the senior Niu changed on your behalf, I should give it, this is the matter of the three of us, is there a problem with me asking for two lottery heads?"

"You, you shameless!"

"I have. Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth, "Look, it's Qi and white!"

An Heng was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he didn't have Lao Dong's "knowledge", so he would only scold "you are shameless", "you are despicable", "you quibble" and the like.

Elder Niu frowned and glanced at it, then turned his head and smiled, "I'll take out that piece of cold iron for him, tell me, what do you want to scrape from me?"

"A promise. Feng Zhiping's expression was serious, "If I win, I want to ask you to forge a good sword for my brother, for free!"

Niu Lao smiled: "With my efforts and materials, your abacus is good." ”

"You're very lonely, aren't you?" Feng Zhiping's eyes were inexplicable, "The former hall master, because of the injury of his eyes, is now nesting here to pretend to be the shopkeeper, aren't you lonely?

The smile disappeared, Niu Lao was silent, and sighed for a long time: "You also know that my glasses are broken, and you let me make a move, aren't you afraid that I will destroy the material?"

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the rotten ship has three pounds of nails, even if the eyes are not good, how bad can you be? ”

Seeing the old man blowing his beard and glaring, Feng Zhiping smiled, shrugged helplessly and pointed at An Heng.

"Besides, I want to ask his master to help, but I have to do it!

Elder Niu was angry.

This kid is so cute!