Chapter 3839
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Old Man Huyan couldn't help laughing out loud.
This girl was really …
He almost believed it.
Feng Wu was speechless …
She was really good at refining weapons. Although she didn't have many opportunities to practice, her theoretical knowledge was really solid.
Since they said so, Feng Wu wouldn't ask for a snub. She shrugged and said, "Anyway, don't regret it."
Huyan Yichen smiled. "You're so funny. You sound like a little adult."
Feng Wu shrugged.
"Well, I finally got a wife. I don't need to ask you, hmph." Huyan Yichen made a face at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu didn't have time to talk to him.
Both Huyan Yichen and Old Man Huyan were busy with their work.
One was the Extreme Yang Black Trident, half a step away from the Holy Level.
The other was the Roaring Flame Spear, Holy Level.
Feng Wu's eyes fell on the scrap iron in the corner again …
Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu. "Do you like it that much? Why don't you take it and play with it? "
Feng Wu said, "Isn't this your pillar of shame? Are you sure you don't want it? "
Blue veins popped on Huyan Yichen's forehead. He snorted and looked away. "I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Feng Wu chuckled.
Huyan Yichen didn't occupy the workbench, so Feng Wu picked up the three pieces of black iron and put them in the furnace to refine.
Seeing her serious look, Huyan Yichen could only shake his head with a wry smile.
Refining weapons was a course that depended on both talent and experience. This girl seemed to have neither talent nor experience … But let her play casually. Just treat it as a little girl playing with mud. Huyan Yichen thought in his heart.
At this moment, Feng Wu didn't want to reveal that she had spiritual essence before seeing Huyan, but now she needed the Disciplinary Arm to protect herself.
Huyan Yichen, who was complacent about the weapon he had refined, glanced at Feng Wu and ran to show off in front of Old Man Huyan.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, what do you think of my Extreme Yang Black Trident?"
Old Man Huyan gave Huyan Yichen an appreciative look.
At such a young age, his grandson was already able to refine weapons that were half a step away from Sacred Weapons. With such strength, he could support half a small equipment shop. Even if he were to die, he would be able to rest in peace.
However, although he was comforted in his heart, he still kept a straight face and said lightly, "It's barely passable, I still need to work harder! At your age, your Ancestor was already able to refine a Saint Level weapon, but you only managed to refine a half-step Saint Level weapon by luck after many attempts. You're far behind him, do you know that?! "
Huyan Yichen humbly accepted the advice, indicating that he understood.
Just a moment ago, the little tail that was raised up was slapped down by Old Man Huyan in such a short time.
He was a little annoyed, revealing a sense of disappointment.
Just then, Feng Wu waved at Huyan Yichen. "Hey, come here."
Huyan Yichen walked over and asked angrily, "What?"
Feng Wu said, "I'll teach you how to refine a demigod weapon."
* Hiss … *
Huyan Yichen looked at Feng Wu as if she were a retard.
Feng Wu said earnestly, "I'm not joking."
Huyan Yichen was speechless.
Feng Wu said, "You help me forge iron, and you'll know later."
Huyan Yichen looked at the little girl with a headache. Well, forget it. She wouldn't turn back until she hit the wall. Let's see how she was going to play.
Next, Huyan Yichen was ordered around by Feng Wu.
She asked him to add iron powder for a while, and then she asked him to explode, and then she asked him to cool down …
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