Qin Molin didn't give her time to ask. He walked up to the refining platform without saying a word, nor reached for a hammer, but only wore a pair of fiery red metal covers.

Don't use a hammer refiner?

Feng Xingying was curious.

Qin Molin refining weapons, she hasn't seen them before!

According to Qin Molin's strength, the refining level should be very good.

Her master Li Huang Tianzun has no body, not even a phantom. All Feng Xingying's refining weapons are guided based on the pictures and text records and the description of Li Huang Tianzun.

She has never really seen a master refining weapon.

But Qin Molin is a little different.

He is not like Feng Xingying, he needs to work hard and pick up a small hammer and hit it like a coolie.

He just condensed his spiritual power into thin fuses, and each fuse would be wrapped around the hammer handle.

The steps afterwards are really like a dreamy and gorgeous feast.

Dozens of silver-smelling hammers started working at the same time, and they beat the same crystal stone rhythmically, without conflicting with each other, one after another, and endlessly.

If Feng Xingying had previously had a personal handle that was hammered in the refining weapon, then Qin Molin now had dozens of people refining spiritual weapons at the same time.

The jingling sound was like pouring rain falling on the continuous roof tiles, which was very spectacular.

After a moment, the hammer stopped abruptly.

It's like the end of a dream, and nothing has ever been born.

Feng Xingying opened her mouth wide in surprise and stared at Qin Molin in a daze.

Is he still a human being? He is just a monster!

Qin Molin also had a good impression of this sunny boy Ye Xing. He patted his shoulder like his elder brother, and said earnestly:

"Stop looking, my saliva is almost gone. My brother has a master, it's not your turn."

"It's so awesome, teach me, teach me. You are my brother, you are my dear brother!" Feng Xingying was almost drooling!

Qin Molin chuckled and couldn't help but bounce the smooth forehead of the boy in front of him.

His body was filled with beauty and sunshine, which made people couldn't help but like it.

Is this fate?

Do you need a reason to like someone?

unnecessary!

Just like Qin Molin, who hated any woman approaching that day, when she saw Feng Xingying for the first time, she hugged her uncontrollably. If it weren't for Feng Xingying's superb medical skills, she would have no way to struggle with Qin Molin's strength.

Maybe they are already getting up?

But if it were other women that day, Qin Molin would definitely not eat it, or even get close to it. Because although he would often be tortured by demon blood, there was something he never changed. Even if the demon blood was used, he would not tolerate anyone approaching his body, regardless of gender.

Fengxingying is the first exception.

Ye Xing is the second one.

He called him brother, and he felt quite comfortable, and he actually had the urge to recognize this brother.

He picked up the spiritual sword on the refining platform and handed it to Feng Xingying's hand: "Take it back and study it slowly."

"No, how can I study it myself? I can't learn it at all." Feng Xingying was stunned. Qin Molin's inhuman weapon refining method could be seen by looking at it? Is there such a good thing in the world?

"You have to grab a hammer with your hands, do you still want to learn ten?" Qin Molin chuckled.

A seemingly hilarious sentence, Feng Xingying learned from it the latest story.

If you want to learn this kind of refining weapon, you must first learn to use spiritual power to control the hammer, rather than your own hands. Just like if you want to learn to run, you must first learn to walk.

Feng Xingying's eyes lit up.

Qin Molin touched her head with approval: "When you feel you need guidance, you can come to me again."
Chapter completed!