Qin Molin didn't give her time to ask questions. He approached the weapon refining table without saying a word. He didn't reach for the hammer and only put on a pair of fiery red metal mesh gloves.
No need for a hammer to make weapons
Feng Xingying was curious.
She has never seen Qin Molin refining weapons!
According to Qin Molin's strength, his weapon refining level should be very good.
Her master Lihuang Tianzun has no real body, not even a shadow. All of Feng Xingying's weapon refining is based on graphic records and Lihuang Tianzun's descriptions and instructions.
She has never actually seen a master refining weapons.
It's just that Qin Molin is a little different.
He is not like Feng Xingying, who has to work hard to pick up a small hammer and strike like a coolie.
He just condensed his spiritual power into slender match ropes, and each match rope would be wrapped around a hammer handle.
The next steps are really like a dreamy and gorgeous feast.
Dozens of dazzling silver hammers started working at the same time, hitting the same crystal stone rhythmically, without conflicting with each other, one after another, continuously.
If Feng Xingying was refining a weapon by himself with a hammer before, then Qin Molin is now refining a spiritual weapon with dozens of people at the same time.
The sound of clanking, clanking, clanking, like heavy rain falling on the continuous roof tiles, is very spectacular.
After a moment, the sound of hammering suddenly stopped.
It's like the dream is over and nothing has ever happened.
Feng Xingying opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Qin Molin blankly.
Is he still human? He is simply a monster!
Qin Molin also had a good impression of this sunny young man Ye Xing. He patted him on the shoulder like an elder brother and said sincerely:
"Don't look at it. I'm almost drooling. My brother has a master. It's not your turn."
"That's awesome, teach me, teach me. You are my brother, you are my brother!" Feng Xingying almost drooled!
Qin Molin chuckled and couldn't help but flick the smooth forehead of the young man in front of him.
His body is filled with beauty and sunshine, which makes people like him.
Is this fate
Do you need a reason to like someone
unnecessary!
Just like Qin Molin, who hated being approached by any woman back then, when he saw Feng Xingying for the first time, he hugged her uncontrollably. If Feng Xingying's superb medical skills hadn't awakened him with an injection, Qin Molin would have eaten Feng Xingying at that time, given his strength. She couldn't fight at all.
Maybe they are already together
But if it had been another woman that day, Qin Molin would not have eaten her, or even come close to her. Because although he is often tortured by the demon blood, one thing has never changed, that is, even if the demon blood attacks, he will not tolerate anyone getting even remotely close to his body, regardless of gender.
Feng Xingying is the first exception.
Ye Xing is the second one.
He called him brother, and he felt quite comfortable in his heart. He even had the urge to recognize this younger brother.
He picked up the spirit sword on the weapon refining table and handed it to Feng Xingying casually: "Take it back and study it slowly."
"No, how can I study it myself? I can't learn it at all." Feng Xingying was stunned. Is it possible to understand Qin Molin's inhuman weapon refining method just by looking at it? Is there such a good thing in the world
"You have to hold a hammer with your hands, and you want to learn ten more?" Qin Molin chuckled.
It seemed like a joke, but Feng Xingying realized something new.
If you want to learn this kind of weapon making, you must first learn to control the hammer with your spiritual power instead of your own hands. Just like if you want to learn to run, you must first learn to walk.
Feng Xingying's eyes lit up.
Qin Molin patted her head approvingly: "You can come to me again when you feel you need advice."