Small Shop 3

Just when Feng Wu hesitated for a moment, Huyan Yichen entangled Feng Wu: "Anyway, you are not the blood of the Phoenix God, so you can donate a bowl to me, can you, can you!"

Xiaofengwu, who was several years younger than Huyan Yichen, said with a cold face, "No way."

"Cut~" Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu: "Isn't it just a little blood, hypocritical."

Feng Wu; "If you have the ability, you can grab it."

Huyan Yichen: "Master, can I do such a thing? Humph!"

After saying that, Huyanyi went out in a huff.

Before Huyan Yichen went out, Feng Wu also called him: "The fake black iron in this corner, can you sell me?"

Huyan Yichen waved his hand: "You take it, you can take it all!"

After that, Huyan Yichen's figure had disappeared.

Feng Wu got Huyan Yichen's words and didn't stop, and went straight to the pile of abandoned black iron.

She squatted down, stared at those black irons, picked up a piece from time to time, looked at it carefully in the sun, and from time to time the corners of her mouth raised a curve, as if she was picking up a leak.

Huyan Yichen went out, but the old man Huyan didn't. When he saw Feng Wu like this, he frowned slightly, and was a little curious in his heart.

"Little girl, what are you busy with?" he asked involuntarily.

Feng Wu stared at the black iron stone and said seriously: "One of these black iron is real, and it can be used to refine the arm of admonition."

puff!

The old man Huyan almost didn't laugh out loud.

He still has nothing to do, so this girl... how can she blow like this?

Seeing the phoenix dance, the old man Huyan waved his hand: "You squat and play, old man, I will continue to work."

With that said, the old man Huyan walked to his iron platform and started to hammer the iron smelter.

Feng Wu had already noticed the parallel weapon that was fired in the stove before.

It was a red flame spear, and the material reached the half-step god level, but it only refined the weapon of the holy soldier level.

Pity……

Feng Wu secretly said in her heart that if it is in her hands, the chance of refining a half-step god level is as high as 90%.

Seeing Feng Wu sighing, the old man Huyan gave her a suspicious look, and while beating the iron, he asked Feng Wu, "What are you sighing, little girl?"

Feng Wu was worried that the old man Huyan had broken the weapon of good material, and couldn't help but say: "If you implant an explosive flame on the red flame gun, you can make a half-step god-level weapon."

The old man Huyan glanced at Feng Wu, shook his head, and said nothing.

"What does the little girl know about the movie? It's all nonsense." The old man Huyan pouted: "How does the explosive flame melt into it? It's impossible."

Feng Wu: "How about I try it?"

The old man Huyan refused: "You little girl don't know anything about movies, can you pick up this hammer? Try it again, and you're not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

Feng Wu looked at the old man Huyan: "Really don't try?"

The old man Huyan shook his head directly.

Feng Wu: "The material of your red flame gun is very rare. If you don't try it this time, you won't have the chance to change it when you refine it into a holy weapon."

"Yo, the little girl still knows that this sick red flame gun is a holy-level weapon?" Huyan old man couldn't help but take a look.

Before Feng Wu spoke, a voice sounded from outside the door.

"How does she know what holy level god level? Isn't this when I said before that grandfather, you made the holy sword, the holy sword, the holy level, so this girl thinks that you can make holy swords every time. level."