Lost.
There is no need for Zhang Heng, the self-recommended referee, to announce the result, the result is clear at a glance.
Junior Brother Chen stopped the fire and looked at the materials that were still heating in the furnace. He stood up and walked back behind Zhang Heng in despair, silently lowering his head, no longer as arrogant as before.
Although the quality of the weapons forged by Fu Yi has not yet been appraised, everyone present except Xie Qiufeng at the door are all serious weapon refiners, so they can naturally guess the quality of the weapons forged with such proficient and uninterrupted skills. How terrible it is that if you insist on appraising the quality of weapons, it will only make Junior Brother Chen more embarrassed.
The atmosphere in the refining room was dull, and no one made a sound.
After a long time, Zhang Hengcai looked embarrassed and said: I didn't expect Mr. Fu to master the skills so proficiently. I admire you.
Fu Yi didn't appreciate his compliment, and snorted coldly, saying: "My grades are obtained by cheating. My skills are a mess. How can I get into the eyes of Senior Brother Zhang?"
As Fu Yi, calling Zhang Heng his senior brother was already a compliment to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng knew that he was in the wrong and hurriedly changed the subject: Mr. Lin, Mr. Fu, we are here to visit you this time. Actually, we are here to help you. As he spoke, he seemed to have found some confidence, and his tone of voice slowly rose involuntarily. We are here to help you on the orders of the teacher. Whatever you need, as long as it does not exceed our bottom line, we can satisfy you. requirements.
Mentioning this, Junior Brother Chen seemed to have regained some confidence.
He immediately agreed: Yes, if you need anything, just tell me, materials, ancient books, casting tools, or fine stones. An arrogant smile appeared on his face again, and his tone was like giving alms to a beggar. In his opinion, these country bumpkins have no sense at all. Maybe a rare material can make them ecstatic and regard it as a treasure.
Jiang He's face darkened: What do you mean
Junior Brother Chen said proudly: "What else can I mean? Of course I'm here to give you things. It's free. Don't you want it?"
We are not disaster victims in border areas and do not need your help. Jiang He shouted coldly, with a very unhappy tone, and stared at the group of people with disgust. If there is nothing else, please go out immediately. We need to hurry up and practice. I don’t have that much free time to play with you.
No no no. Junior Brother Chen shook his head very proudly. I was asking about Mr. Lin and Mr. Fu, not you.
He looked at Jiang He with contempt: You are almost in a coffin, you are not worthy of our investment.
You cough, cough, cough, Jiang He is so angry that his blood is rising, he can't say a word, and he suddenly starts coughing.
Let me just say, old people, when you get older, you should stop and calm down. Don't meddle in everything and get angry. If you continue like this, you may not have a few more years to live. Junior Brother Chen became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. It was as if he had forgotten how humiliated he had just been at the hands of Fu Yi.
Fu Yi walked over and patted Jiang He's back gently, shook his head, and signaled Jiang He to stop talking.
Immediately, he turned to look at Junior Brother Chen. A smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, but he didn't usually like to smile, so. This smile also seems a little weird.
Fu Yi, who you just said was here to deliver something to us, asked.
Junior Brother Chen's expression changed. When he saw Fu Yi, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he was tortured to the point of being unable to resist. He said with a serious expression: "Not bad."
Fu Yi nodded, and then asked: Can you give us the mountain soul? We need this thing more now.
Junior Brother Chen's breath suffocated, and then his face became very ugly, and he sneered: The mountain soul is so precious, not to mention you and me, even the most powerful person, few people have seen it. There are only a dozen or so people in the world who have merged with mountain souls. You actually asked me for the mountain soul. He seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
A trace of surprise appeared on the faces of Lin Feng, a dozen people.
This number exceeded his initial guess. It was not too little, but too much.
Originally, in his opinion, it was very rare to have two or three people who had fused the mountain soul in today's world, and there might even be none. But now it seems that the number of people who get this opportunity is not as high as he imagined. few.
But when he turned around and thought about it, he suddenly realized: Since I can get the game number one, then others will also have their own adventures. There are countless human beings in the world, and I am not the only one with unlucky luck. Thinking of this, he secretly warned in his heart that he must not look down on others just because he has the No. 1 game, otherwise, sooner or later, he will suffer a big loss.
Fu Yi was not surprised by Junior Brother Chen's words, and still asked: So, can you give us a contract monster? The strength does not need to be too high, as long as it reaches the level of an earth warrior after adulthood.
Junior Brother Chen's face became even more ugly, and he said angrily: Monster beasts suitable for signing contracts with humans are extremely rare, and most of them will only have the first or second level of strength when they reach adulthood. Those above the third level are extremely precious. As for the level, I have only heard of it, but never seen it. Besides, even if it is delivered to you, with your strength, can you conquer it? At the end, he couldn't help but sneered again.
Whether we can surrender or not is our business. I only ask you if you can give Fu Yi a peaceful answer.
Hearing this, Junior Brother Chen snorted coldly, tilted his head and said: No.
Fu Yi asked again: Can you give us perfect materials
Perfect-level Junior Brother Chen almost fainted from anger. Perfect-level materials have only appeared in legends. Today, I have never heard of the emergence of perfect-level materials. His tone already sounded a bit gritty.
It means, you can’t give it to us
Even the emperor of Zhao State cannot afford it.
Well, that would be a bit nerve-wracking. Fu Yi frowned, thought about it, and then asked: You don't have the materials for the mountain soul monster, so you should have the six-star staff. From his tone, it seems as if junior brothers Zhang Heng and Chen should already have it. That's right.
Why do you want a six-star staff
The six-star staff can only be refined by a very few six-star weapon refiners. It is relatively rare. If it is given to my teacher for study, it will help my teacher understand something and improve his weapon refining ability. It’s just that our family is small and has a small business. The six-star staff cannot be found. Even if we find it, we still can't afford so many fine stones to buy it. Since you just said so, then we naturally have to accept your help, right
No
Nothing again
Fu Yi looked at several people up and down, then nodded, seeming to understand something.
Seeing Fu Yi's appearance, not only Junior Brother Chen, but also Zhang Heng and the other three young men became very ugly.
at last. Fu Yi spread his hands, shrugged, and said helplessly: As you can see, we want mountain souls, but you don't have them. We want level contract monsters, but you don't have them either. We want perfect level materials, but you still say they don't have them. In the end we lowered our requirements. All you need is a six-star staff, and yet you still answer like this. After all, it’s not that we don’t need help, it’s that we do. You can't afford it.
Jiang He, Qiao Wen, Jiang Feng, Guo Qiang and others couldn't help but chuckle.
My junior brother usually looks cold and has an indifferent temperament. He doesn't like to talk much. Astonishing to say the least. Jiang He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He glanced at Chen's junior brother Zhang Heng and the others. These guys. Very arrogant. Now, I'm afraid I don't have the shame to continue to be so arrogant.
You can't afford it
You can't afford it
You can't afford it
This sentence kept echoing in Junior Brother Chen's mind, and coupled with Fu Yi's very calm eyes that contained a hint of contempt, his blood suddenly surged, poof. After the sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a beautiful red flower blooming in the air, releasing a charming fragrance. This fragrance was the smell of blood.
Falling to the ground, Junior Brother Chen closed his eyes and fell unconscious.
As for whether it was true coma or false coma, no one cared.
Zhang Heng and others' faces turned blue and white, and their hearts were filled with anger. If their teacher hadn't repeatedly warned them not to harm Lin Feng and his group, they would have already taken action and killed the people in front of them to vent their hatred. .
Lin Feng promptly and kindly reminded: "It seems that this gentleman is quite unwell. Everyone, please take him to see a doctor. I hope there will be no root cause of the disease."
Zhang Heng took a deep look at Lin Feng, "Mr. Lin, it's very good. Your disciples are also very good." He left a few words, then turned to several young people and said: Help him up and let's go.
Senior brother, one of the people here asked hesitantly.
We’ll talk about this later. Junior Brother Chen’s injury is more important. Zhang Heng waved his hand, interrupted the young man's words, and said in an irresistible tone: Junior Brother Chen is President Luo's beloved disciple. If President Luo knew that Junior Brother Chen was treated like this and was injured because of it, It may affect the future career of weapon refining. You and I can shoulder this responsibility. As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Feng again, as if these words were not only for his junior brother, but also for Lin Feng.
When the man heard this, he immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake: Senior Brother, I was wrong.
The other disciple of Luo Yong, seeing Zhang Heng protecting his senior brother, couldn't help but feel good about Zhang Heng and recognized him even more.
He cupped his hands and said gratefully: Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang.
As for Lin Feng and the others, this genius from far away already hated Lin Feng and the others with a deep hatred in his heart. He sneered and said: You'd better pray that my senior brother is fine, otherwise, even if you are huddled in this academy, my teacher There are also 11,000 ways to kill you
His teacher, Luo Yong, the president of the Jingmen City Weapon Refining Masters Guild, does have this energy. To be continued. .
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