Chapter 9 Refinery

The idea of whether Liu Lingfeng can refine 'Xuan Bing' just flashed in Guo Feng's mind.

It really makes him believe that a young man who is only a teenager can refine Xuanbing, so, unless it is cultivated by those refiners from an early age.

Even so, it is absolutely impossible for this body to be like this, right?

Not to mention how big it is, at least the muscles should be more developed.

And the young man surnamed Liu, whose muscles can only be said to be barely okay, and he can't see anything special.

It's not even as good as some hard-working muscles.

Power is naturally conceivable. Of course, if the person in front of him has reached the realm of Wuzong, then it is another matter. However, with his eyesight of the peak realm of Guo Feng's martial arts master, it can be seen at a glance that the other party has not even reached the realm of the martial arts master. How can he reach the realm of Wuzong?

With full of doubts, Guo Feng went to prepare materials honestly for the sake of silver.

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After Guo Feng left, a person entered the room. "This guest officer, please follow me."

Liu Lingfeng nodded, and the smile on his face was still the same.

The man in front of him, with a strange expression on his face, muttered gently, "What a beautiful smile. If it's a woman, I don't know how many people should be fascinated?"

In fact, Liu Lingfeng's face can only be said to be barely okay, but the smile does have a considerable shock. What's more strange is that when he smiles, as long as he wants, he can play with the two dimples.

Hearing the muttering voice in front of him, Liu Lingfeng just smiled and didn't say much.

In the previous life, people often envied the smile on Liu Lingfeng's face.

Unconsciously, Liu Lingfeng was brought into the backyard of this iron shop. The moment he entered the backyard, the familiar feeling came back.

The hot air heat wave rolled and came to my face.

At the beginning, in order to refine a good quality spiritual soldier, Liu Lingfeng stayed in a refinery room and did not rest much for dozens of days and nights.

Naturally, he is familiar with this kind of breath.

That's a long-lost feeling.

Along the way, those who are working all look at Liu Lingfeng. Liu Lingfeng always has a smile on his face, which is very charming.

"This young man is very beautiful!"

"What is such a beautiful young man doing here?"

Seeing that Liu Lingfeng was brought into a refinery room, and it was the best refinery room in this iron shop, all the people were stunned.

"Is he here to refine?"

"Can he refine?"

"With his body, holding the hammer weighing 40 or 50 catties, it's good to wave a few times, and still refine the weapon?"

“............”

Everyone looked at the beautiful young man who walked into the refinery room with puzzled eyes, with a strange expression on his face.

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Liu Lingfeng walked into the room of the refinery, where there was basically all the installation of refinery.

In one of them, there is a blue flame in a small stove.

If you want to refine the mysterious soldier, the red flame is definitely not enough. The blue flame can only be said to be barely okay.

The quality of the blue flame in front of us is not particularly good, but it is extremely rare to have such a flame in this small Qicheng.

Liu Lingfeng is not too picky.

Half an hour later, the door opened, and Guo Feng was followed by two big men. The two big men put the bullets and ten-thousand-year-old black iron in the room and retreated alone.

Guo Feng came to Liu Lingfeng, took out two bottles from his arms and said, "This is the hundred-year-old 'hundwood pulp' and 'soul jade liquid' you want."

Liu Lingfeng took the bottle, opened the cap of the two bottles, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. Then he covered it and said, "Well, it's barely enough to use. Thank you, Guo.

"Can it barely work? Can this also be said?" Looking at Liu Lingfeng's unsatisfactory appearance, Guo Feng really had an impulse to hit the wall.

He took out the best in the store. I'm afraid that the whole Qicheng can still take out such a good material, and there are definitely not many things.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Zhangjia Tiepu had never had a real figure who could refine more than a dozen mysterious soldiers a year, I'm afraid that these things might not have existed.

"It's okay!" The smile on Guo Feng's face looked a little stiff. He really wanted to say, 'Brother, how old are you? Can you not pretend to be so old-fashioned? It seems that everything in your eyes is a stricken. If you are really a disciple of those masters, if you really want to see such a big event, will you come to such a poor place?'

Of course, this sentence is to kill him, and I dare not say it.

"Eh, Master Guo, you go out first. Remember, don't let anyone disturb me." Liu Lingfeng smiled and said, "In addition, tomorrow morning, you can come and knock on the door to me in person. It's better before the sun comes out.

Guo Feng nodded and retreated expressionlessly. He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Doubt, doubt, or doubt!

Strange, strange, or strange!

There is only one idea in his heart. What on earth is the man surnamed Liu going to do?

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After Guo Feng left, Liu Lingfeng walked to the side of the 'ten-thousand-year-old basal iron', which is the most common iron ore buried deep under the soil.

As long as the iron ore is dug out, and then the impurities are removed by some means of removing impurities, it can basically be called 'ten thousand years of black iron'.

And this 'ten thousand years of Xuantie' is also a necessary thing to build Xuanbing.

Liu Lingfeng sank with his hands and grabbed it. He picked up the two balls of 'ten thousand years of black iron' weighing 100 kilograms, and then put it into the stove above the blue flame.

If anyone else sees this scene, they will be surprised.

An adult man, who worked hard for several years, had the strength. In the hands of a young man who couldn't even reach the realm of a martial artist, he picked it up easily.

Liu Lingfeng's strength is actually not small. In his previous life, Liu Lingfeng himself was the divine power. His body did not look particularly strong, but he was not weak.

If it is not because the soul power is too weak to practice those skills, his power will be greatly improved.

Maybe God took away his seven souls, so let's make up for him with natural divine power.

Liu Lingfeng did not delve too much into this issue. Now this strength is not as good as an ordinary martial artist. No matter how much he says, it is not as good as raising his strength to one level.

After putting the two balls of black iron into the stove, Liu Lingfeng did not care about it anymore, but found some knives and began to carve the 'blastic wood'.

The time is not particularly long. The broken bullet gradually appeared a vague shape in Liu Lingfeng's hand, which was actually the shape of a long bow.

Putting down the carved long bow in his hand, Liu Lingfeng took over the cowhide again. After special treatment, this cowhide has become a long tendon with a diameter of about two centimeters.

Liu Lingfeng just slightly processed it and put it down again. Then, he came to the side of the stove. At this time, the two pieces of black iron in the stove had not been completely melted.

Liu Lingfeng found a large hammer weighing 200 catties, and then took out one of the fiery red ten-thousand-year-old black iron from the stove, put it on the iron pile, and began to beat it wholeheartedly.

"Ding!" Ding!" Ding!"

In the room, there was a very rhythmic sound of knocking, and Liu Lingfeng entered a state of refinery little by little...