He started to count the data, and found that the current energy value was 600/1000 and the chivalry value was 5910/19210, which was enough for refinement.
"Please choose the weapon to be combined!"
"Qingshi Sword, Duanyue Sword, Hanyuan Sword!"
As for the Red Flame Sword, it was his backup weapon that he planned to keep.
"This combination requires 5,000 points of chivalry. Do you want to combine them?"
"Combined!"
"Please choose the combined form!"
"Long sword!"
"The characteristics of wood spirit power, earth spirit power conflict with frost, please keep one."
"Frost!"
"Whether you spend 500 chivalry points to improve the quality, there is a chance of being upgraded to a defective magic weapon."
"agree!"
"The quality of your Hanyuan Sword has been improved!"
Although Ling Feng's chivalry value suddenly only dropped to 410 points, it was indeed worth every penny!
Although this Cold Abyss Sword is vastly different from the Divine Weapon, it is still very good. The minimum standard for a low-grade Divine Weapon is to have one rune enhancement of 5 and a total enhancement of 10. This Han Abyss Sword has a total enhancement of 9.
Not bad. The value of a second-grade magic weapon is nearly ten times that of a high-grade weapon, and no one is stupid enough to sell it to others except the swordsmith. The value is inestimable. In short, it is a profit!
Originally, he should have set off for Kasyapa Temple in Luohe County now.
However, he is now seriously injured, and Liang Shixian is likely to bring people from the Jiujiang League to hunt him down, and even people from Heifeng Village and Netherworld Palace may take action. Therefore, he needs to find a private place to rest for a while.
…
Three days later, in the afternoon, the dilapidated Earth Temple in Anxian County.
A middle-aged beggar, who was dirty and patched and had a sallow face, was sitting in the temple with his eyes closed and cross-legged.
The other beggars were all begging diligently, but he was the only one who sat cross-legged in the temple all day long, mumbling.
Suddenly, an eleven or twelve-year-old little beggar with a dirty face came out from behind him, handed him half a steamed bun, and said, "Hey, this is for you!"
"Thank you, little one!"
Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes and smiled. The face in front of him was a leather mask he exchanged in the system mall, which only cost 90 points of chivalry. In order to avoid possible pursuit, he dressed up as a beggar and hid in a ruined temple.
He sniffed it carefully, then took a bite, chewed it carefully, and then swallowed it.
When he finished eating, the little beggar suddenly knelt down, bowed his hands to the ground, and said seriously: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "I'm just a stinky beggar who doesn't even know how to beg. What's the use of having you as my disciple?"
The little beggar said firmly: "I have been observing you here for three days. You don't go to beg for food every day, but you are never hungry. You must be a legendary martial arts master. Please accept me as your disciple, and wait until I have mastered martial arts.
, I will definitely repay you well!"
Ling Feng laughed and said: "You won't tell me that you come from a famous family, but you have a blood feud, right?"
The little beggar shook his head and said: "My father is an alcoholic, his family is poor, and he loves gambling. When he loses money, he takes out his anger on me and my mother. If my mother hadn't protected him, he would have sold it to someone else."
Later, he lost more and more, and there was nothing left in the house to pawn. He actually wanted to sell me and my mother together. When my mother refused, she started fighting with him, and he pushed her hard and knocked her on the head.
On the wall, bleeding and dead!"
Ling Feng sighed quietly and said, "What happened next?"
A trace of coldness appeared on the little beggar's face, and he said coldly: "I ran out and reported it to the official! Then he was taken away by people from the Yamen and sentenced to execution! But the uncle quietly stole the house deed and kicked me out.
If I get out, I will become a beggar!"
Ling Feng said calmly: "If you were asked to practice peerless martial arts, what would you do?"
"I'm going to beat him up and take my house back!"
"You can't teach a boy! Once you figure it out, come back to me."
Ling Feng shook his head and said, after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.
The little beggar left in disappointment and sat in a daze at the door of the temple.
After a while, he thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, but his stomach made a growling sound. With a grimace, he picked up the broken bowl placed at the door of the temple and prepared to ask for it for a while to see if he could get some.
Food. It’s really hard to beg for food these days. It’s not that others are unwilling to show kindness, but that most people are working hard for food and clothing, to marry and have children, and for their wives and children. How can there be spare money to give to others? Really?
Money, but there are very few people who are willing to show kindness.
At this moment, a pretty little girl of twelve or thirteen years old wearing a pink dress ran over with a bag of things in her hand. She walked up to the little beggar and put the oil paper bag in his hand.
He opened it, and it turned out to be a big and fragrant scallion pancake.
"A Fei, please eat quickly, I have to buy soy sauce, otherwise my father will beat me again if he finds out."
After the little girl finished speaking, she hurried away.
The little beggar A Fei watched the little girl's back disappear, feeling sour in his heart that he couldn't explain what he felt.
After a while, he picked up the scallion pancake and was about to eat it when suddenly a big hand snatched the scallion pancake away from him.
A Fei looked up and saw a very fat beggar, about 14 or 15 years old, taking his scallion pancake and munching on it.
Next to the fat man stood two beggars who were a little older than Ah Fei, looking at Ah Fei with smiles.
A Fei was like a furious lion, with a fierce light in his eyes, and said coldly: "Give me back the scallion pancake!"
The fat man took another bite of the scallion pancake and said coldly: "I won't give it back to you, what can you do?"
"Ah, I'm going to kill you!"
Ah Fei shouted and rushed over.
The fat man pushed hard and A Fei fell to the ground.
But Ah Fei pounced on him again.
The fat man hurriedly swallowed all the scallion pancakes and said coldly: "Hit me!"
The two little beggars immediately stepped forward and punched and kicked A Fei.
"Boss, it's your blessing to eat your scallion pancakes."
"Next time, I'll beat you to death!"
Suddenly, the two little beggars found themselves flying into the air, but they were being picked up like chickens.
The two struggled desperately, but to no avail.
The fat beggar took a look and saw that he was a middle-aged beggar. His expression suddenly changed and he ran away in a hurry. Obviously, this fat man was just a small character who bullied others and was afraid of others.
Ling Feng threw the two of them down and said calmly: "Get out!"
At this time, Ah Fei's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he did not cry out in pain. Instead, he picked up the oil paper on the ground and shed tears.
Ling Feng said coldly: "A grown man, why are you crying? Even if you cry dry, you can't get back what you eat in other people's stomachs."
A Fei remained silent.
Ling Feng said coldly: "Who was that girl just now?"
A Fei raised his head, glanced at Ling Feng, and said, "Her name is Feng'er, she is my uncle's daughter."
Ling Feng said calmly: "She must have helped you a lot!"
A Fei was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "If sister Feng'er hadn't always helped me, I might have starved to death!"
"Then you have learned martial arts, what are you going to do to her?"
"I will make a lot of money to repay her!"
"That's pretty much it. I treat you to roast chicken as a favor!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he took his hand and left.