At the door of private room No. 8, Feng Ke stood with his hands behind his back.
Facing countless pairs of looks at the auction that were either shocked, questioning, or mocking, he looked calm and unmoved.
Of course, although he behaved calmly and did not take joy in things or feel sad about himself, in his heart he was screaming crazily.
"Help, I'm just a messenger, why are everyone staring at me?"
"That Betty, are you going to agree to my young master's conditions or not? Why don't you give me a guarantee?"
"Sigh... For the sake of the Ruyi Divine Weapon that our young master promised me, I will do anything to support him."
"However, I said that I can refine a Ruyi magic weapon within half an hour. Is it possible?"
"Don't boast all the time, only to miss it in the end and lose two Ruyi magic weapons in vain."
"Then his face will be really shameful, and he will be thrown directly abroad!"
While Feng Ke was worrying about the little kid's clone, Betty on the stage was hit so dizzy by this sudden pie that fell from the sky that she couldn't calm down for a long time.
Betty, who was in ecstasy, opened her mouth and wanted to agree.
But her reason was reminding her that there was something fishy about this matter.
The terms offered by the man at the door of Private Room No. 8 were so tempting that it was impossible to refuse them.
But Betty, who was getting better with age, was a little hesitant.
Probably because she had never heard of any master of weapon refining who could refine a Ruyi Divine Weapon in half an hour.
This is simply a fantasy!
Moreover, the other party even uttered wild words, saying that if the refining failed, she would be compensated with two Ruyi Divine Weapons.
How could such a good thing happen to her?
The more Betty thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Could it be that the person in private room No. 3 was a liar?
For a long time, Betty suppressed the throbbing in her heart and put aside all the chaotic thoughts in her mind. She took the microphone and cautiously said: "I dare to ask this little brother, who is the master of weapon refining in your family?"
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A trace of impatience flashed in Feng Ke's eyes: "Are you bothered by the grinding, just tell me whether you agree to the conditions proposed by my young master?"
"Let me remind you, there is no shop like this after passing this village. Not everyone is as bold as my young master!"
As he said that, Feng Ke glanced sideways at the door of Private Room No. 3. The girl who looked a bit manly could barely name her.
The opponent was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to poke ten or eight holes in Feng Ke's body with the gun in his hand to satisfy the hatred in his heart.
Fortunately, a gentle female voice sounded in the third private room in time, calming the girl who was about to go berserk.
However, she glared at Feng Ke fiercely, and then turned around and returned to Private Room No. 3.
Feng Ke chuckled and didn't take it to heart at all.
In this public place, he was not afraid of the other party making a move at all.
Moreover, even if the opponent's head is hot and he rushes forward without hesitation and wants to beat himself, won't he run away?
If he can't run, can't he still fly?
His force value is indeed not high, but compared to his flight speed, he really doesn't scare anyone.
After that, Feng Ke once again turned his attention to Betty in the center of the stage, spread his hands with an innocent face and said: "It seems that the person in the third private room has quit. You have no other choice now."
"How about it? Have you thought about it?"
Betty's expression changed uncertainly. After a long while, she took a deep breath and said, "I agree, but I still have one condition!"
Hearing this, Feng Ke's face instantly darkened: "Don't be ignorant and try to make unreasonable demands..."
Having said this, Feng Ke's tone paused, and after nodding silently, he quickly said unwillingly: "You are lucky, first tell me what your conditions are?"
Betty secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "My condition is very simple. That is to ask your young master to refine the weapon at the auction site, so that I and everyone present can witness the birth of a brand new Ruyi magic weapon!"
"Promise her..." Hearing the childish voice in his heart, Feng Ke's frown quickly relaxed, and he nodded solemnly.
Then, he frowned and said: "Yes, but when refining the Ruyi Divine Weapon, it is most taboo to be disturbed. Therefore, my young master will stay in the private room to refine the weapon. During this period, I hope that everyone present will not make any noise."
"Well, since your conditions have been met, my young master has already agreed."
"Then without further ado, please give me the Beauty Pill and the weapon refining materials now."
Betty nodded, and then she waved to the corner of the stage.
Soon, a tall, muscular young man quickly jumped onto the stage.
He turned his right hand and immediately took out a two-handed sword with no scabbard and a dark blade from the Sumeru Ring.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a wooden box from the Sumeru Ring, which was filled with rare metals.
After confirming that all the refining materials were complete, Betty nodded, handed the small porcelain bottle containing Zhu Yan Dan to her grandson, and motioned for him to send the things to private room No. 8.
At the same time, Betty winked at her grandson with a very cryptic look, asking him to enter the private room No. 8 to see who was inside?
It's a pity that Betty's little thoughts are destined to be in vain.
"There's no need to go to such trouble, I can just pick up the things myself." Before he finished speaking, Feng Ke quickly took off his coat, leaving only a black tight vest on his upper body.
The next second, a pair of cyan wings with a wingspan of seven or eight meters stretched out from the slot on the back of the special black tight-fitting vest with a swish sound.
"Superpowers?"
Amid the exclamations of the audience, Feng Ke spread his wings and swooped down quickly. Like a blue lightning, he appeared on the stage in an instant.
"Give me the stuff!" Feng Ke spread his hands and said calmly.
After taking the small porcelain bottle containing the Beauty Pill from Betty's grandson, Feng Ke carefully put it into the Sumeru Ring borrowed from the little kid's clone.
This Beauty Pill is the treasure that the little kid's clone wants, so there is no room for failure!
Later, when he took over the two-handed sword from Betty's grandson, the unexpected heavy weight made him almost lose his grip and drop the sword to the ground.
Feng Ke struggled to hold the two-handed sword with both hands. His face turned red and the veins on his neck were exposed. He was holding on for dear life at this moment.
He had previously seen Betty's grandson holding the two-handed sword on his shoulders very easily, so he was very disapproving and took it for granted that the two-handed sword was just a piece of cake.
But reality slapped him hard in the face, making his cheeks burn with pain at the moment!
Especially, facing the weird looks in Betty's and her grandson's eyes, Feng Ke really wished there was a big hole in the ground that he could go in and hide in.
After the original aloof persona collapsed, Feng Ke quickly put the two-handed sword and the box of metal into the Xumi Ring.
He almost fled and flew back to private room No. 8.