Hearing the word "Eastern Region", Manager Liu finally raised his eyelids and looked at Ye Feng, with undisguised contempt in his eyes: "Eastern Region? Can a high-level weapon refiner be produced in such a barbaric land?"
Everyone in the hall heard his words clearly, and many people snickered. Regional discrimination is a very common thing in the world of cultivation.
Ye Feng felt happy in his heart. What he liked most were guys who looked down on others, because hitting them in the face gave them the greatest sense of accomplishment.
"Whether it's possible or not, you won't know until you try it." Ye Feng shrugged.
"Humph, that's not a bad tone." Manager Liu snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a broken magic weapon landed on the table in front of Ye Feng. It was a bronze mirror full of cracks, the spiritual light was dim, and the core formation runes were almost completely obliterated.
"This is a high-grade artifact, the 'Xuanguang Mirror'. It was damaged in a battle, and 70% of the core formation collapsed. If you can repair it to the level of a low-grade artifact within one hour, you will be considered a pass." Manager Liu leaned back in his chair, picked up the teacup, and said "Let me see what you do."
Everyone around them took a breath when they saw this mirror.
"70% of the core formation collapsed? What is the difference between this and refining?"
"This is too difficult! The difficulty of repairing it is much greater than refining one!"
"It seems that Manager Liu is deliberately trying to make things difficult for this kid from the Eastern Region."
Ye Feng picked up the bronze mirror and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness. Indeed, the formation structure inside has become a mess. Using conventional repair techniques, let alone an hour, even if he is given three days and three nights, he may not be able to straighten it out.
But...
The corners of Ye Feng’s mouth curved in an imperceptible arc.
He did not take action immediately, but closed his eyes, and with his huge power of spiritual consciousness, he began to deduce and reorganize the broken formation patterns inside the mirror.
The profound meaning of "Dayan Star Formation" flows in his heart.
Repair? Why fix it?
In his opinion, these broken formation patterns are not garbage at all, but a pile of ready-made "parts" that do not need to be refined by oneself. What he has to do is not to put these parts back to their original appearance, but to use these parts to assemble a brand new and more awesome thing!
Time passes minute by minute.
Guanshi Liu was already a little impatient and was about to taunt, but saw Ye Feng suddenly open his eyes.
At that moment, Ye Feng's whole temperament changed. If before, he was an inconspicuous casual cultivator, then now, he is a formation master who controls the trajectory of the stars!
He reached out with both hands, a faint starlight lingering on his fingertips, so fast that afterimages were left in the air. He did not use any refining furnace fire, but used his finger as a pen and star power as ink to start carving new runes directly on the broken bronze mirror.
Under his guidance, those originally broken formations seemed to come alive and began to be rearranged and combined in a mysterious way.
"What is he doing? Directly carving formation patterns without smelting and repairing them?"
"Crazy! How is this possible!"
"This... this kind of technique, I have never heard of it!"
There was an uproar in the main hall. Even Manager Liu, who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, suddenly stood up and stared at Ye Feng's hands. The contempt on his face had long been replaced by horror.
He couldn’t understand, he couldn’t understand what Ye Feng was doing at all! Every depiction by Ye Feng seems random, but it coincides with some kind of supreme principle of heaven and earth, stimulating the power of laws in the void.
At this moment, at the door of the main hall, a handsome young man wearing white clothes and holding a landscape folding fan stopped at some point. He was passing by, but he was attracted by the scene inside the temple. His eyes fell on Ye Feng, and his eyes that were originally a bit lazy and playful gradually brightened.
"It's interesting, using the formation into the weapon, breaking and then standing... This is not repair, this is creation." The young man murmured to himself, with a playful smile on his lips.
"Buzz——"
Less than half an hour, with Ye Feng's last pointer, the bronze mirror made a clear buzzing sound. A bright brilliance rose into the sky, illuminating the entire hall.
Not only did the original cracks disappear, the mirror surface became smoother and brighter. There were tiny runes on it, flowing slowly, exuding a terrifying pressure that far exceeded that of a high-grade artifact.
"This...this is...a half-walker!" Manager Liu screamed, his voice changing tone.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
Everyone seemed to have been cast a body-fixing spell, staring blankly at the reborn bronze mirror, their minds going blank.
In one hour, a scrapped high-grade artifact was forcibly upgraded into a half-step artifact!
What kind of magical method is this? Is this still a weapon refining? This is simply the Midas touch!
Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief, clapped his hands, and threw the mirror on the table with a crisp sound. He looked at the stunned Manager Liu and grinned: "Manager Liu, this... should be considered passed, right?"
Manager Liu's lips were trembling and he could not say a word. He felt that his face was in burning pain, as if someone had slapped him hundreds of times with the sole of his shoe.
"Brother, what a trick." A clear voice came from the door.
Everyone looked back, and when they saw the person clearly, their expressions changed greatly, and they quickly bowed and saluted.
"I have met Mr. Xiao!"
"I hope Mr. Xiao is safe!"
Even the arrogant Manager Liu immediately He put on a flattering smile and hurried forward to greet him: "Master Xiao, why are you here? What kind of wind has brought you here."
The young man known as Mr. Xiao is none other than Xiao Wuhen. He ignored Guanshi Liu at all and walked straight to Ye Feng, looking at him with interest. He opened the Shanhe fan in his hand and shook it gently.
"Xiao Wuhen, I see that my brother's skills are exquisite and not ordinary. Do you know his surname?"
"Ye Feng." Ye Feng was also looking at the other party.
It seems a bit familiar.
This Xiao Wuhen looks like he is only in his early twenties, but his cultivation is in the early stage of Mahayana. Moreover, the aura is condensed and the foundation is solid, which is obviously not achieved by piles of pills. Especially the fan in his hand, which looks ordinary but exudes the unique charm of a Taoist weapon. Under the fan, there is also a delicate jade pendant with a simple "Xiao" character engraved on it.
Ye Feng thinks of Qingshi Town...
"Brother Ye." Xiao Wuhen smiled and nodded, "Your ability to reshape the embryo with formations is not something that can be learned in a small place like the Eastern Region. Tell me, who did you study under?"
His tone was full of inquiry.
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. Xiao Wuhen looked at him with a smile, but he spoke in a very aggressive manner.
"I have no sect, I just figured it out by myself." Ye Feng spread his hands, looking lazy.
"Oh? Just thinking about it?" The smile on Xiao Wuhen's face widened. "Brother Ye is really a rare genius. However, the formation you just used seems to contain the power of the stars, and it is somewhat similar to the technique practiced by an old friend of my Xiao family."
Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart.
He is testing me!
His face remained calm, but instead he smiled: "Really? That's great. Maybe my old friend of yours and I are long-lost brothers. How about you take me back to recognize a relative?"
Xiao Wuhen choked at his gag, and the hand waving the fan paused. He has seen crazy people, he has seen arrogant people, but he has never seen such a thick-skinned person.
"Haha, Brother Ye is really good at joking." Xiao Wuhen laughed dryly, then changed the subject and said to the frightened Manager Liu, "Manager Liu, you have also seen the ability of Master Ye. I think the position of master of the Refining Pavilion of the City Lord's Mansion belongs to him, right?"
How could Guanshi Liu dare to say no? He nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, Mr. Xiao is right. Master Ye's skills are extraordinary, but I don't know Mount Tai. The position of master naturally belongs to Master Ye."
In this way, after a dramatic assessment, Ye Feng, a "Nascent Soul Casual Cultivator" from the Eastern Region, rose to the top and became the master refiner of Taixuan City's main palace.
This news, like a gust of wind, quickly spread throughout Taixuan City, causing quite a stir.
Legend has it that Ye Feng is not only a senior weapon refiner but also a well-hidden formation master.
For the first time, the name Ye Feng has entered the vision of some big shots in Zhongzhou.
The residence arranged for Ye Feng by the City Lord's Mansion is an independent courtyard with its own three-story weapon refining pavilion. In the attic, there are all kinds of fires, clear springs, and utensils. All kinds of rare weapon-refining materials are piled up in the entire room. There is even a quiet room specially used for tempering spiritual consciousness.
This kind of treatment is even better than the cave of the Tianji Sect leader.
"Tsk, tsk, it's corrupt." Ye Feng sighed as he lay comfortably on the bed made of thousand-year-old warm jade.
He now has an official, protected identity, which provides great convenience for his subsequent investigation. However, the guy named Xiao Wuhen made him a little concerned.
"Xiao family? The power of stars?" Ye Feng rubbed his temples. My own technique "Zhou Tian Xing Jue" comes from the system. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anything similar in this world. Is it a coincidence? Or is it that this Xiao Wuhen knows some inside information and is deliberately defrauding him?
Unable to figure it out, Ye Feng simply didn’t bother to think about it. Soldiers will come to block it, water will come and earth will cover it.
The next day, Manager Liu ran over in a hurry, his attitude was completely different from before, he was as respectful as a grandson.
"Master Ye, are you getting used to living there? If you need anything, just ask."
"It's okay." Ye Feng crossed his legs and drank the spiritual tea that the maid had just brewed. "Tell me, what kind of work do you want to do? Let's talk about ordinary spiritual weapons and magic weapons, don't bother me, I'm not interested."
This is such a pretense that even he himself wants to give it full marks.