Small Shop 4

When the old man Huyan heard the words, he couldn't help laughing wildly.

This little girl is really...

He almost believed it.

The phoenix dance is so speechless...

She is really good at refining. Although there are not many opportunities to do it, her theoretical knowledge is really solid.

Since they are like this, the phoenix dance will not make fun of herself, and spread her hands: "Anyway, don't regret it."

Huyan Yichen smiled: "You girl is so fun to talk, like a little adult."

The phoenix dance spreads her hands.

"Hey, I finally got a blood, I don't need to beg you, hum." Huyan Yichen grimaced at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Huyan Yichen and the old man Huyan were both busy with their work.

One is the Extreme Yang Profound Fork, a half-step saint level.

One is the flame gun, holy level.

Feng Wu's eyes fell on the scrap iron in the corner again...

Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu: "Just like it so much? Since you like it, why don't you play it?"

Feng Wu: "Isn't this your shame column? Are you sure you don't want it?"

Huyan Yichen's heart-piercing forehead showed blue veins, and he turned his face away with a snort: "I don't want to care about you!"

The phoenix dance chuckled lightly.

Huyan Yichen didn't occupy the workbench at the moment, so Feng Wu actually picked up the three pieces of black iron and put them in the furnace beside them for refining.

Huyan Yichen could only shake her head with a wry smile when she saw that she was serious.

Refining is a course that depends on both talent and qualifications. This girl seems to have neither talent nor qualifications... But let her play casually, just like a little girl playing in the mud, Huyan Yichen thought to himself .

At this moment, Feng Wu did not want to expose her spiritual energy before seeing Senior Brother Huyan, but now she needs the arm of admonition to protect herself.

Huyan Yichen, who was complacent at the half-step holy weapon he had refined, glanced at Feng Wu, but ran to show off in front of old Huyan.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what do you think of my Jiyang Profound Fork?"

The old man Huyan glanced at Huyan Yichen with admiration.

His little grandson was able to refine a half-step holy-level weapon at a young age. With such strength, he could hold up half a small shop, and even if he died, he could rest in peace.

However, although he was comforted in his heart, his face was deliberately stern, and he said lightly: "It's barely noticeable, but you need to work harder! Your ancestors are already able to refine the holy level at your age. And you only fortunately refined a half-step holy level after refining many times, you are too far behind the ancestors, you know?!"

Huyan Yichen was taught with humility and said that he knew it.

The little tail that was raised just now was photographed by the old man Huyan in such a short time.

He was a little tired, showing a sense of loss.

At this moment, Feng Wu waved to Huyan Yichen: "Hey, come here, come here."

Huyan Yichen raised his foot and walked over, annoyed: "Why?"

Feng Wu: "I will teach you to refine a half-step god-level weapon."

hiss……

Huyan Yichen looked at Feng Wu with the same eyes that he looked at mentally retarded.

Feng Wu said seriously: "I'm not joking with you."

Huyan Yichen: "..."

Feng Wu: "You help me strike iron, and you will know when you look back."

Huyan Yichen looked at this little girl with a headache, hey, forget it, she won't look back until she hits the south wall, let's see how she's going to play.

Next, Huyan Yichen was turned around by Feng Wu.

Let him add iron powder for a while, let him explode for a while, let him cool down for a while...