The metal screamed "squeaking" under the beating of the hammer, and gradually stretched and became thinner, barely looking like a knife.
"Condensation!"
Ye Feng took a deep breath, and veins popped up on his forehead, like wriggling earthworms.
He carefully squeezed a trace of spiritual power into the long knife, like squeezing toothpaste.
"Buzz!"
The long knife suddenly trembled with excitement as if it had been injected with chicken blood, and a faint cold light appeared on the blade, as if to say: "I I finally came out!"
Ye Feng felt happy, thinking: "Is it finally done? If this knife doesn't work, I will throw it into the pit!"
However, extreme joy brings sorrow, this long knife seems to be deliberately against Ye Feng.
The long knife that was so proud just now suddenly "clicked" and a crack appeared on its body.
"Not good!" Ye Feng's expression changed drastically. He knew that this was a sign of failure in refining the weapon.
If the situation cannot be controlled in time, the knife will be completely scrapped, and all his previous efforts will be in vain.
The cracks spread rapidly and it was about to fall apart.
"Holy shit! Are you kidding me?"
Ye Feng was anxious, and a little star power poured into the long knife, trying to stabilize the situation that was about to collapse.
"Hold on to me! If you dare to break it, I will remake you and turn you into a manure scoop!"
The long knife seemed to understand Ye Feng's threat and trembled even harder, but the cracks miraculously stopped spreading.
"Crack, click, click..."
A strange sound sounded, and the shape of the long knife began to twist, stretch, and shrink.
The originally normal blade began to dent inwards.
This change came so suddenly that Ye Feng had no time to react.
The original long blade has now become a pentagonal shape with a concave middle.
"What the hell is this?"
Ye Feng looked at the strange-shaped "Pentagram Knife" in front of him with a confused look on his face. He felt that what he had made was not a knife, but a strange work of art, which was abstract.
"Damn it...what the hell did you practice!"
Ye Feng held the five-pointed star knife and felt the spiritual power contained in it, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He finally refined a real spiritual weapon.
Although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, for Ye Feng, just completing the task is enough.
[Ding! After training the spiritual weapon, the mission is completed and you become a senior weapon refiner. 】
Ye Feng suddenly felt that his spiritual power had become much calmer.
A large amount of information suddenly flooded into my mind, including various weapon refining secrets, weapon refining techniques, material properties... "Senior Weapon Refiner."
Ye Feng took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and began to sort out the information in his mind.
A moment.
He smiled slightly: "So, to become a senior weapon refiner, you don't need to beat the materials like a blacksmith..."
At this time, Zhuo Yezi came over.
"Master Zhuo, fortunately you have lived up to your mission. It's time to say goodbye after I mastered the spiritual weapon." Ye Feng's eyes were firm and his tone was full of confidence.
Zhuo Yezi looked at the five-star sword in Ye Feng's hand with surprise in his eyes. Although it looked different, he had managed to master it.
"Yes, you are very talented."
Her tone was still calm, but it contained duplicity.
"However, the art of refining weapons never ends."
Zhuo Yezi paused and continued to speak.
"You still need to continue to learn and hone."
Ye Feng nodded, he understood what Zhuo Yezi meant.
"Continue to practice? That's weird." Ye Feng thought to himself, in order to complete this task, I don't know how much sweat I shed.
Ye Feng looked at Zhuo Yezi. She looked a little silent, but she was kind-hearted. She had tried her best to help him in the past few days.
I feel a little bit reluctant to leave the beautiful master.
Just as Ye Feng was about to leave, there was a sudden noise outside the weapon-making shop.
Zhuo Yezi looked outside the door, and Ye Feng also followed her line of sight.
The atmosphere outside the wooden door in the yard of the weapon refiner was tense.
Zhu Chen's slightly anxious voice, mixed with Xu Qianqing's crisp but angry questions, reached Ye Feng's ears clearly.
Confronting them were three disciples wearing the uniform uniforms of the Weapon Refining Sect.
The leader is short and fat, with a pair of triangular eyes rolling around, showing a shrewdness and wretchedness. He is Qu Buyuan, an inner disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect.
"'Zhuoji Weapon Refining'? Bah!" A tall and thin disciple behind Qu Buyuan spat, with disdain on his face, "It should have been closed down long ago! Why don't you take a pee and look at yourself, an abandoned disciple of the sect, is he qualified to open an equipment refining shop?"
Another disciple chuckled and looked at Zhu Chen and Xu Qianqing up and down: "You two little guys , Are you from the Qingxuan Sect? Are you trying to build a spiritual weapon with this abandoned disciple? I advise you to get out as soon as possible to avoid wasting time!" Zhu Chen clenched his fists and shouted with suppressed anger: "What does it have to do with you to build a spiritual sword? Get out of the way!"
Although Xu Qianqing has a gentle temperament, she has a chivalrous spirit in her heart. Her eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and she shouted sternly: "In broad daylight, in the clear sky, are you people from the Weapon Refining Sect so arrogant and unreasonable? Is there any more royal law?!"< /p>
"Wang Fa?" Qu Buyuan looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard some big joke. His laughter was full of ridicule and pride, "In this mysterious continent, our weapon refining sect is Wang Fa! Little girl, you are too young!"
His triangular eyes scanned Xu Qianqing's body unscrupulously, his eyes full of greed and lust: "Little girl, you are not bad looking, why not follow me, I promise to make you popular and drink hot food!"
"You...shameless!" Xu Qianqing was shaking with anger.
"Shameless? Hahaha!" Qu Buyuan laughed even more crazily, "I am so shameless, what can you do?"
Ye Feng stood at the door, taking in everything.
He originally thought it was just a simple business dispute, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Yezi's past would be involved.
He looked at Zhuo Yezi and found that although she tried her best to remain calm, her fists were clenched, her body was shaking slightly, and her face was full of anger and unwillingness.
She murmured to herself: "If you hadn't framed me, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"It turns out that she left the sect because she was framed..." Ye Feng suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion well up in his heart.
At this time, Zhu Chen was guarding Xu Qianqing and was about to take action the next moment.
Qu Buyuan suddenly saw Zhuo Yezi, his eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly as if he had discovered some prey.
"Hey, isn't this my little junior sister?" Qu Buyuan's voice was greasy and frivolous. He walked up to Zhuo Yezi and stretched out his hand to touch her face, "Why, after several years of not seeing each other, she has become more lively? How are you living outside? Isn't it very hard? Do you want to come back to the arms of senior brother? Senior brother promises to let you..."
A crisp slap in the face interrupted Qu Buyuan's words.
It was not Zhuo Zizi who took action, but Ye Feng.
At some point, he stood in front of Zhuo Yezi, blocked Qu Buyuan's slutty hand, and slapped Qu Buyuan hard on the face.
Ye Feng used so much force in this slap that Qu Buyuan's fat face instantly swelled up, and five bright red fingerprints were clearly visible.