"The inheritance will hurt a little later, please bear with it."

Gu Long sighed and shook his body. Under Qin Feng's horrified gaze, hundreds of thousands of locusts burrowed into his body.

pain.

Incomparable pain.

What does it feel like to have hundreds of thousands of locusts burrowing into your body?

After exiting the martial arts stone, feeling that his head and internal organs were about to explode, Qin Feng quickly took out a cup of dragon beard tea from the Najie and started drinking it guzzlingly.

A cup…

Two cups…

After drinking the seventh cup, my trembling internal organs gradually returned to calm.

Breathing out a mouthful of red mist, Qin Feng took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty cheeks.

No wonder this earth-level martial arts inheritance requires fourth-level people to practice it.

I often drink dragon beard tea to warm and nourish my internal organs. I have just entered the fourth level of cultivation. The toughness of the internal organs in my body is definitely comparable to that of an advanced fourth level.

As a result, my lungs almost burst.

"Goo!"

Thunder Dove raised his head and looked at Qin Feng worriedly.

"fine."

After patting Thunder Dove on the head, Qin Feng stood up, stretched out, and shook the dim martial arts stone in his hand: "Is Senior Gu Long still there?"

The martial arts stone shimmered faintly, as if responding to Qin Feng.

He smiled and threw it into the ring.

After arriving at the wooden door and locking the doors and windows, Qin Feng walked towards the crackling third floor.

There are warehouses on the first floor, housing on the second floor, and Jiangliu's exclusive forging room on the third floor.

"Haw!"

The treasure-hunting squirrel lay obediently on Qin Feng's shoulder, its small black eyes staring closely at the little fat pigeon behind him.

"Goo!"

In front of the treasure-hunting squirrel, Thunder Pigeon ran to Qin Feng with small steps and happily rubbed his waist with his head.

"Haw!"

This behavior instantly made the treasure-hunting squirrel's cheeks bulge with anger.

Damn it! The smelly pigeons are learning to rub themselves on the owner’s chest!

Come to the third floor.

Compared with the wooden structure on the first and second floors, the internal space on the third floor is slightly wider, and the ground walls are covered with unknown metal.

Walk to an iron gate with a giant hammer painted on it.

The knocking sound became louder and louder, and heat radiated through the cracks in the door, as if coming to the Flame Mountain.

Pushing open the heavy iron door, the terrifying heat mixed with sparks swept in, scaring the treasure-seeking squirrel to jump on top of the thunder dove.

He glanced at the gray mink fur coat that seemed to be burning.

Qin Feng summoned a thin layer of spiritual power to attach to his body, and then walked in with great swagger.

After entering the forging room and closing the door, Qin Feng looked around curiously.

The walls here are bright silver, made of some high-grade metal.

The same goes for flat ground.

There is a giant furnace in the center of the forging room, which is the source of heat.

He bent down and picked up a shining golden hammer, with the numbers 200 engraved on the grooved surface of the hammer.

After walking a few steps, Qin Feng bent down and picked up a silver hammer scattered on the ground. It also had the number 100 engraved on it.

The hard steel workbench not far away.

Jiang Liu, who was banging the embryo with a hammer, glanced at Qin Feng, who was picking up the hammer:

"Why don't you comb your pigeons downstairs and it won't be too hot for you to go to the third floor?"

"It's not hot, I'm a little curious about what the third floor looks like." Staring at Jiang Liu who was wielding a small hammer, Qin Feng responded with a smile, his eyes gradually falling on his body.

The room was very hot, not to mention Jiang Liu who had been here for a long time.

The red and white kimono on the opponent's body has already been attached to his slightly green body.

Her black hair was simply tied up, and drops of sweat rolled onto the tool table, then evaporated.

Blinking his eyes, Qin Feng looked away. It was very beautiful, he understood everything, and it was pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that the other party has lived for who knows how many years and can still be regarded as his ancestor.

"Hand me the silver hammer."

"oh."

Arriving in front of Jiang Liu, the air was filled with the faint scent of sweat, and Qin Feng silently handed the silver hammer in his hand to Jiang Liu.

After taking the silver hammer, Jiang Liu threw it away and dropped the copper hammer in his hand on the ground not far away.

"What do the numbers on the hammer's face mean?" Qin Feng asked in confusion after looking at the reddish embryo on the table for a while.

"The copper hammer has 50,000 mysterious crystals per hammer, the silver hammer has 100,000 mysterious crystals per hammer, and the gold hammer has 200,000 mysterious crystals per hammer."

"Stay away from me, lest I hurt you."

Jiang Liu's eyes narrowed, and the silver hammer in his hand hit the side of the embryo on the table at a strange angle!

All of a sudden!

The fire was radiating! It was accompanied by bursts of low thunder!

Stretching out his fingers to pick out his ears, Qin Feng nodded and retreated not far away.

Sitting on the hot iron stool, Qin Feng took out the iced pickled plum juice from the Najie and tasted it slowly.

Very cool!

Taking a sip of ice water when it's extremely hot is no different than holding in your urine until you get off the subway and there's a public toilet next door!

Cool!

With half-squinted eyes, Qin Feng

Hearing the sound of drinking water, Jiang Liu, who was tempering the embryo, suddenly lost his composure.

Stop tapping.

Shaking his head, countless crystal beads of sweat fell into the air and then dissipated into mist.

With bare white feet, Jiang Liu slowly walked towards Qin Feng holding a silver hammer.

"Master Jiang Liu, what do you want to do?"

Looking at Jiang Liu walking towards him with a hammer, Qin Feng silently chewed up the ice cubes in his mouth and swallowed them.

Jiang Liu couldn't help but curled his lips, revealing a small white tiger tooth, and quickly extended his palm towards Qin Feng: "Give me a drink too."

"Give."

"Master Jiang Liu, you have to make my weapons well for me."

Taking out a glass of ice-cold sour plum juice from Najie and handing it to Jiangliu, Qin Feng said calmly.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Jiang Liu took the sour plum soup and poured it into his mouth without saying a word.

"Cool!"

"What kind of treasure is this! It can actually restore damaged souls?"

After blinking, Jiang Liu was no longer calm and stared at Qin Feng with burning eyes.

Doing this job consumes not only physical strength but also mental state.

"Secret sour plum soup, a secret that has not been passed down. This stuff is very rare, so I usually drink it sparingly."

Silently he took out the tray from the ring, which was filled with dozens of cans of ice-cold plum juice.

Jiang Liu stared blankly as he watched Qin Feng taste it slowly.

"I still want it, give it to me."

"Take what you want and drink what you want. Your house is quite big."

"Just think of it as my accommodation fee."

Qin Feng waved his hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, the tray in front of him disappeared, and the sound of knocking started to sound continuously.

On the workbench, at some point, Jiang Liu returned there and started tapping.

After smiling, Qin Feng stood up and walked out of the door.

Wherever there are people, there are people.
Chapter completed!