"Brother Mu Feng, why did the furnace suddenly explode?"
Ling Han looked shocked. After all, furnace explosions were very rare in weapon refining.
Unless the weapon refining master knows nothing about weapon refining, it is impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake.
And Shen Xingwen is one of the most famous weapon-refining masters in Tianqing Divine City, so he won't make any mistakes even if he thinks about it.
The only possibility is that Feng Jue Shang did it! Mu Feng's face was also very gloomy. He remembered that when Feng Jue Shang entered the refining room, he quietly patted the refining furnace. He thought it was the manipulation done at that time.
He said coldly: "It doesn't matter, this debt will always be recovered."
Shen Xingwen's face was gloomy and terrifying, and of course he guessed that it was Feng Jueshang who had done something.
But first of all, Feng Jueshang is the son of the city lord's palace, and secondly, he also has the responsibility for negligence.
So he slowly walked to the door and smiled apologetically at Mu Feng: "Little guy, I was careless this time. I didn't expect you and him to have a problem.
Don’t worry, I will definitely give you a better sacred weapon in return!”
Everyone knows that a sacred weapon is of great value.
But he could tell that Mu Feng's Qingxiao Sword was no ordinary sacred weapon.
However, he had already made up his mind. Even if Mu Feng wanted a Nirvana-level medium holy weapon, he would grit his teeth and pay it to him.
This is the principle.
But Mu Feng slowly shook his head, reached out and took out the Qingxiao Sword, and said, "The sword is saved, but the material is gone. Seniors don't have to blame themselves."
When Shen Xingwen saw the Qingxiao Sword, his eyes suddenly widened because he thought that the Qingxiao Sword had been lost in the explosion just now.
Therefore, he gave Mu Feng a high look.
If you think about it, the people recommended by Ling Langtian personally are definitely no different.
"Hahaha, that's great.
I have the materials just now, I just need to help you strengthen them again."
Shen Xingwen laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Feng quickly shook his head. He didn't like owing favors to others.
But who would have expected that Shen Xingwen would directly take the Qingxiao Sword from his hand.
"Don't worry, we won't charge you.
It's just a small matter of strengthening, but it actually failed. If word spread, it will destroy my reputation, Shen Xingwen, so you can consider it as compensation from me."
"Okay then, let me trouble you, senior."
Mu Feng cupped his hands and said.
Shen Xingwen directly changed to a refining furnace, tidied up the room, and then began to strengthen it. The sound of clanging could be heard in the room again.
Mu Feng was very surprised. Shen Xingwen's level seemed to be quite high.
Strengthening and creating this kind of weapon refining work originally consumes a lot of Saint Yuan.
But Shen Xingwen had been building the holy weapon before, and he continued to strengthen it without taking a break after he arrived. Now he continues to strengthen it. The Holy Yuan is so powerful that it is unbelievable.
Another two hours passed, and finally it was the last moment.
Shen Xingwen integrated all the refined materials into the Qingxiao Sword and started to build it.
With each hammer blow, dense arcs of electricity surged out of the Qingxiao Sword, which looked very strange.
When! The last hammer hit, the Qingxiao Sword actually vibrated slightly at this moment, and then a large number of arcs suddenly appeared, and the aura on the sword suddenly increased! Nirvana-level intermediate holy weapon! Shen Xingwen looked at the Qingxiao in his hand.
Jian, his eyes were full of shock.
I originally thought that this sword was just stronger than ordinary holy weapons, but now it seems that it is much more than that.
At this moment, Qingxiao Sword suddenly disappeared from his hand and appeared in Mu Feng's hand almost at the same time.
He felt very emotional in his heart. Mu Feng should have used this teleportation method to rescue the Qingxiao Sword just now.
"Haha, fortunately, I lived up to my fate and was directly promoted to the intermediate level of Nirvana level.
It is indeed a good sword."
Mu Feng felt the stronger power coming from the Qingxiao Sword, and raised his hand to Shen Xingwen: "Thank you, senior, for taking the initiative."
"Haha, don't be polite, it's all a trivial matter.
If you have anything to do with weapon refining in the future, just come to me and I can give you a certain discount."
Shen Xingwen laughed and said.
Now that the weapon refining was completed, Mu Feng and Ling Han said goodbye and left the weapon refining workshop.
After returning to Ling's house, Mu Feng returned to his room and started practicing.
At this time, there was still more than half a month left before the competition for the Nine Yang Sacred Fruit, and he wanted to try to see if he could advance to the middle stage of the third level of Nirvana within this time.
After all, after he refined the Holy Talisman of Reborn and Cultivated Yuan, he was only one step away from the middle stage of the third level.
Within this half month, the Ling family also decided who would participate in the competition.
Each of the three major forces will send nine people to participate in the battle, and the Ling family, in addition to Mu Feng and Ling Han, will also send other juniors of the Ling family.
However, except for Ling Han and Mu Feng, those with the highest cultivation level are only in the middle stage of the second level of Nirvana.
Letting them participate is just a matter of gathering enough people.
Finally, with the expectations of everyone in Tianqing Divine City, the competition is about to begin.
On this day, a ray of divine light suddenly burst out from the Azure Mountains, reaching straight into the sky.
The light condensed into a big circle, like another sun! That was the sign of the maturity of the Nine Yang Sacred Fruit! It took more than half an hour for this vision to slowly fade away, and this also represented the competition between the three major forces.
It's about to begin! "Isn't Mu Feng here yet?"
Ling Yang said anxiously with the team that was about to compete.
But Ling Langtian slowly shook his head and said, "Don't worry, little friend Mu Feng should know what's appropriate."
Ling Han also stood there eagerly waiting, but the other Ling family disciples participating in the competition were filled with disdain.
"What's so impressive about him asking us to wait for him here?"
"It's just that he's just an outsider. Just let him compete and gain experience. Do you really think you can expect him to make a comeback?"
"I think the head of the family and the elders indulged him too much. They treated him better than our own members of the Ling family..." Among those participating in the competition, some were complaining and some were resentful.
Mu Feng is now in the Ling family, and he is indeed a little aloof.
The head of the family was always polite to him, and the elders also respected him.
This, of course, made the juniors of the Ling family very angry.
They are obviously the future of the Ling family, why do they rely so heavily on an outsider?
But at this moment, Ling Langtian turned his head, glared at them, and shouted sternly: "Shut up!"
"If you juniors hadn't failed to live up to your expectations, why would I have asked others to take action?
If someone is willing to help our Ling family, we already owe them a favor."
"If I hear you say this again, wait until the competition is over and see how I deal with you!"
These juniors were immediately silent. They respected and feared Ling Langtian.
It's just that they don't say it with their mouths, but they are still muttering in their hearts.
Even the fact that they were being punished was blamed on Mu Feng.
Ling Han was the only one standing aside who was very proud, thinking that her elder brother Mu Feng was still very powerful. Apart from Ling Jian, Ling Langtian had never been so protective of a junior.
At this moment, Mu Feng, who was belatedly arriving, finally arrived.
Mu Feng was wearing black clothes, with a cold expression and firm and sharp eyes. He looked aloof.
He slowly came to Ling Langtian, then raised his hands and said, "Sorry, it's a little late."
Ling Langtian laughed, shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Now that everyone is here, let's set off!"
Looking at Mu Feng's look, he felt even more satisfied.