"Brother, you're so careful. I'm just the peak of the Golden Polygon. Because there are several small levels hidden, there is no deception at the large level of the Nascent Soul." Ye Bufei shook his head.

"It's over, then you're defeated and slap in the face.

However, if you keep the green mountains there, you will not be afraid of burning firewood.

By then, if you can't beat it, you will admit defeat. Dongmugao and I will find a way to save you from the stage.

Don't hold on, life is better than anything else.

Moreover, with your talent in both elixirs, you will make a comeback with the East within a few years and will still become famous. There is no rush to be at this moment." Huang Yaoshi said.

"Haha, admit defeat, that's not the nature of my Ye family." Ye Bufei shook his head.

"You, you!" The pharmacist was so angry that his eyes were like goldfish.

He quietly greeted Dong Mugao. Once Ye Bufei fails, he will rob him and take him off the stage. Don't beat Feng Qiangqiang to death.

"Swish!"

Feng Qiangqiang suddenly stretched out his palm, and three colorful clouds flew out from the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the ring was shining like colorful lights, and even in broad daylight, you could see clearly.

Suddenly, all the monks in the audience were shocked, as if they felt a terrifying feeling of fear, and as if someone was holding a knife around your neck.

In addition to the Nascent Soul-level monks who are calm, even the Golden Elixir-level monks all have the illusion that they will suffer a fatal blow at any time.

A three-colored cloud in the shape of willow leaves was jumping like a naughty child on Feng Qiangqiang's palm.

In the colorful clouds, there is an indescribable aura that is emitting terrifying light like the sun.

Ye Bufei discovered that the jumping colorful clouds contained sharp, cold and terrifying murderous aura.

It turns out that those colorful clouds are actually condensed from murderous aura, which shows how terrifying the killing spirit of this thing is.

“Ah, ‘Killing Heart’.

This is the 'killing heart', one of the Feng family heirlooms." The guy who knew the goods screamed in fear.

"Yes, it should be the 'killing heart'."

"I heard that this thing is the famous weapon of the Feng family ancestor "Feng Chengzhong". Back then, the Feng family ancestor used this thing to kill more than a hundred cultivators with one sword.

Among them are seven demonic cultivators in the Great Perfection Realm of the Nascent Soul.

That battle allowed the heart of killing to drink the blood of hundreds of monks, shocking the world and crying the horror of ghosts and gods.

However, since then, this thing has never appeared again.

It is said that the sword's killing spirit is too strong, and even the ancestor of the Feng family could not control it when it attacked.

Therefore, some people say that this is a sword with consciousness." Ling Tong, a fourth-grade weapon refiner of the Hundred Refining Sect, commented.

"How dare Feng Qiangqiang use the sword that even the ancestor of the Feng family cannot control? If this sword retaliates, wouldn't it be that Feng Qiangqiang's life be defeated?

Moreover, it is said that this sword is specifically designed to find someone's heart.

Moreover, this thing also likes to devour the blood of people's heart.

Every time you swallow a heart essence and blood, the sword's killing heart will be stronger, the murderous aura will be stronger, and the power will also increase.

Therefore, after being unearthed, this object was called one of the hundreds of magical weapons in the world.

The name of Killing Heart appeared on Bai Xiaosheng's weapon list back then, and the legend is ranked in the top ten.

Therefore, it should not be the treasure of the Feng family ancestor." Li Qingyuan, a third-grade weapon refiner, continued.

"I was shocked. I felt like a disaster was coming just now. Fortunately, it was not the intention of killing, otherwise Feng Qiangqiang would have to barely destroy it. At that time, it would be a disaster that cannot control the thing flying out and killing people randomly." Someone patted his chest with a look of fear.

"Young Master Feng, your killing heart should be based on the mountain competition made by the ancestor, right?

Of course, I have no idea of ​​belittle your sword.

With the power of the heart of killing, even mountain competitions are extremely difficult to refine.

Once copied, the power of the magic weapon is no less than that of the third and fourth levels.

Even some special abilities give its level room to rise." Ling Tong touched his chin with a swaying look, showing off his talent for refining.

"No one can copy the heart of killing." Dongmu said coldly.

"Just, since someone can copy this thing. If you are high in Dongmu, it does not mean that other high-level masters can't be able to generalize with points." Ling Tong sneered and fought back.

"You don't understand!" Dongmu Gaoyi shook his finger and said, "After refining the heart of killing, it must be soaked in a hundred bloodthirsty and cruel heart fluids for a hundred years before it can be formed.

If one of the hearts does not meet the killing standards, the sword will be ruined.

Moreover, the original owner of these hundred hearts must kill at least one hundred people as the basis.

Otherwise, his heart would not be qualified and would not be able to form a killing heart.

Therefore, the more you are, the better your heart is.

What era do you think? Where can I find the kind of inhumane evil spirits?

Therefore, the heart of killing cannot be copied at all.

Besides, all the conditions are ready, but the main material of Tianwai Feijing alone has long disappeared, so how can I copy a mountain race product?"

Dongmugao seems to be a senior professor who is teaching by example and has a well-founded theory.

The monks below were so drunk that they heard it. Dongmugao immediately received hundreds of sincere likes. The old guy almost dropped his chin.

"Haha, Dongmugao, you only talked about the heart of killing. No, no, your bad knowledge is all nonsense." Feng Qiangqiang laughed wildly.

"I said, how could there be such a difficult thing to refine? How could there be a copycat that cannot be copied?" Ling Tong became proud again. This round slapped Dong Mugao in the face very much, and Dong Mugao's face was red.

"No! You are wrong, too.

The heart of killing is indeed unreplicable. Don’t use your common sense like a frog in the well to guess this magic weapon that can rank among the top 100 weapons.

You are insulting it, or even picking up your mercy!" Immediately after Dongmugao, our Lingqi Master also slapped him in the face.

In this way, each of them will play 80 boards, and there will be no winning or losing.

Moreover, as Feng Qiangqiang showed off, the killing heart seemed to be able to understand. The three-colored colorful clouds nodded like a child, and even posed a cool bos to rotate around the palm of his hand.

"Young Master Feng, this killing heart cannot be copied. Then is the real thing in your hand?" someone asked excitedly.

"Of course it's the real thing." Ye Bufei smiled suddenly.

"How can I see that the real thing in my hand?" Feng Qiangqiang glanced at him and asked back with a sneer.

"Because, the heart of killing cannot be copied." Ye Bufei responded.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I said this myself, why do you explain it?" Feng Qiangqiang choked.

"You've told me all the time and are stupid, why are you asking me the answer? Look at you, your mental retardation has reached a point where you can't help but be weak." Ye Bufei asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!