Liu Feng had bare arms, one hand holding up a blue flame, the other hand holding high the Iron Hammer, as if he had entered a state of ecstasy. A piece of stone was thrown into the Nine Furnaces of Heaven and Earth, and after a few days and nights, an incredible weapon would come out.
"Becoming a heavenly weapon refiner, perhaps it's that simple." Liu Feng muttered to himself with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. Of course, while refining weapons, he would occasionally feel like learning to refine medicine. He had almost memorized the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in the Wanling Magic Ring.
Suddenly one day Liu Feng felt tired, lying on the grass, staring at the vast sky, he suddenly found himself very lonely, a heavenly weapon refiner, a heavenly alchemist, a heavenly hidden weapon master, so what? Who can see it
"Should I leave here or continue practicing?"
"I should have been here for quite some time, right? Has Huangfu Chengge been crowned the King of Weapons? Has the hatred between Gongsun Huaibing and Yang Jiumei really been resolved? Can they defeat Huangfu Chengge?"
A series of questions echoed in Liu Feng's mind. Not long after, Liu Feng suddenly stood up again. He knew that in his current situation he could not leave here at all. Perhaps only continuous practice could stop him from thinking about it. Perhaps after a long, long time, he could rely on his own practice to break through the void and get out of this incredible dream.
What if he could never leave? Liu Feng didn't dare to think about it. There was no such thing as a "what if". He believed that there was nothing he couldn't do.
One year, two years, three years...
Who knows how many years have passed, maybe hundreds of years, or maybe thousands of years. In short, Liu Feng's cultivation in various aspects such as refining equipment and medicine has reached a realm, a realm that is difficult to break through.
On top of a high green mountain, a young man with disheveled hair and dusty face stood quietly in front. The young man was none other than Liu Feng at this moment. Liu Feng let out a long roar towards the sky, and the earth shook. The sky suddenly became windy and cloudy, and the air around him solidified in an instant. Seven rays of light even flowed from Liu Feng's body.
The seven rays of light looked like martial spirit rings and also like souls. In fact, these seven rays of light were his seventh-level martial spirit. Liu Feng had also cultivated the seventh-level martial spirit with the Nine Spirit Divine Art. This was truly incredible.
In silence, Liu Feng suddenly grasped a long sword. Yes, the long sword was still the Bai Ming Sword, but the power of the Bai Ming Sword had undergone a drastic change.
"boom..."
With one slash of the sword, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the entire surrounding area was destroyed in an instant.
Looking at the piles of new earth and new ruins, Liu Feng suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. He felt very lonely, and he had been lonely for a very long time.
After a moment, he suddenly took out a throwing knife, and a hint of joy appeared in the corner of his eyes.
"If I remember correctly, a thousand years have passed. During this thousand years, I only refined this flying knife." Liu Feng's eyes gleamed.
(End of this chapter)