Looking at Dao Wuji's smug look, he seemed very confident in dealing with Liu Feng. He was a person who could rival the Emperor of Weapons. Although his emperor-level artifact, the Black Ghost Scimitar, was taken away by Yin Qi, and his trump card, the Moon Scimitar, was destroyed by Yin Qi, he must still have extraordinary strength, and Liu Feng did not dare to underestimate him.
"What do you think I want to do?" Dao Wuji narrowed his eyes and slowly walked towards Liu Feng.
Liu Feng even slowly retreated away, smiling, is this Dao Wuji a bad habit? Or? While thinking, Liu Feng even drew out the black iron sword, but his attack seemed to be completely useless to Dao Wuji.
Liu Feng suddenly began to hesitate whether or not to take out the imperial artifact in the space ring to fight with Dao Wuji.
Jiehun suddenly said, "This Wuji can refine an emperor-level artifact. Maybe he has one of the nine furnaces in the world. I see from his expression that he doesn't seem to be hostile to you. Why don't you just give in to him?"
"Give in to him?" Liu Feng's eyes widened. "You old man, can I sacrifice everything I have for the treasure? Impossible?"
Just as Liu Feng hesitated, Dao Wuji's claws had already stretched out and grabbed Liu Feng's arm directly.
A strange feeling surged in his heart, and Liu Feng casually stabbed out with a sword. A cold light flashed and the speed of the sword was absolutely lightning fast. Dao Wuji had no time to dodge at all, but the black iron sword pierced Dao Wuji's heart like stabbing into a pool of water, and there was no reaction at all.
Dao Wuji smiled and said, “Boy, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can’t defeat a powerful weapon refiner!”
"What you said does make some sense. What do you mean? Why are you holding my hand?" Liu Feng stared at Dao Wuji with disgust.
Dao Wuji smiled and said, "I just saw that you are talented and intelligent, so I want to take you as my disciple."
"Take me as your disciple?" Liu Feng's heart was filled with excitement. He had long coveted the knowledge of refining weapons. Dao Wuji's weapon refining skills were comparable to those of the King of Weapons. It was a blessing to have such a master. But what exactly was in Dao Wuji's mind? Could it be that he really just wanted to take Liu Feng as his disciple
Dao Wuji nodded and said, "I discovered a secret. Only those who are close to Yin Qi have a chance to defeat him. I want me to teach you how to refine weapons, and then you can defeat him."
"Don't even think about it. Yin Qi and I are brothers. I'm not learning to refine weapons just to defeat him!" Liu Feng shouted angrily.
"If you don't defeat him, how can you become the best among weapon refiners and win the title of the next weapon king?" Dao Wuji stared at Liu Feng excitedly, "In the next weapon king competition, your biggest opponent will be Yin Qi."
Liu Feng shouted: "What King of Weapons Contest? I am not interested in the King of Weapons Contest!"
"No one is uninterested in honor!" Dao Wuji pulled Liu Feng away.
Liu Feng did not resist but followed. It was obvious that he was half-hearted. At least there was such a good opportunity to learn how to refine equipment. Who would want to miss it
On the way, Liu Feng did not talk to Dao Wuji, but hurriedly asked Jie Hun about the battle for the Emperor of Weapons.
Jiehun asked doubtfully, "Aren't you not interested in the battle for the King of Weapons?"
Liu Feng smiled and said, "Is it not okay for me to know? But it's not bad to have the title of King of Weapons. I'm just worried that I'll be compared with Yin Qi!"
Jie Hun seemed to be thinking about something, and his expression seemed a little solemn, as if the battle for the King of Weapons was a past that he couldn't bear to recall.
(End of this chapter)