As soon as Feng Ke returned to Private Room No. 8, the first thing he encountered was the little kid's clone's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his teasing words that pretended to be concerned.
"That two-handed sword seems quite heavy, isn't it flashing at the waist?"
When Feng Ke heard this, his face fell.
Especially when he glanced at the two girls, Alice and Chen Anxian, who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and their faces turned red, Feng Ke's face turned even darker.
He was embarrassed. It was a rare opportunity to show his face in front of so many people. He didn't expect to pretend to be 13 but failed. He was already in a bad mood. You actually want to rub salt into my wounds?
Don't you have any sympathy at all?
Can we still have fun together?
"Favorability from Feng Ke, -66..."
"Okay, don't wait any longer and waste my time. Return the Sumeru Ring to me quickly. If I fail to successfully refine a Ruyi Divine Weapon within half an hour, you are the only one asking me!
"The little kid's clone glanced at Feng Ke, who was still sulking, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
Feng Ke looked stern, quickly calmed down his emotions, and placed the Sumeru Ring on the open palm of the little kid's clone.
After putting the Sumeru ring back on his left thumb, the little boy's clone glanced at Feng Ke with a neutral look: "Old Feng, I'm not talking about you. Although you are a superpower and have the ability to fly, but
You can’t let your cultivation level fall behind either.”
"You must know that cultivation is the foundation of our generation of monks!"
"Especially for a superpower like you who has nothing but the ability to fly. Without the support of cultivation, he is just a rootless duckweed. He is really vulnerable."
"I hope what happened today can remind you and make you pay attention to your cultivation."
"Otherwise, you will be like this for the rest of your life."
Knowing that the little brat's clone was for his own good, Feng Ke immediately nodded solemnly: "Master, I understand. I will practice diligently in the future and I won't dare to slack off anymore."
The little boy's clone nodded slightly, then waved his hands to the three of them and said, "Okay, you three go out and guard the door of the private room for me. No one is allowed to come in and disturb me!"
Alice hesitated for a moment, and finally asked her doubts: "Mr. Wang, is it a bit too hasty to refine a Ruyi magic weapon in half an hour?"
Chen Anxian nodded and agreed: "Yes, can you do it? Don't hold on to it?"
The little kid's clone rolled his eyes, how could a man say no?
Even if you really can't do it, you still have to pretend to be tough!
What's more, isn't it just about refining the Ruyi Divine Weapon? This is really just a matter of sprinkling water.
After half an hour, he still said more.
Otherwise, refining a Ruyi magic weapon in less than ten minutes would really scare a lot of people to death.
Especially the masters of weapon refining in the private room next door, the little kid clones were very afraid of irritating those big bosses.
If it causes them to be deeply hit and wash their hands one by one, it would be a really big sin.
Thinking like this, the little kid got up and left the sofa, stretched out, and then said calmly: "Go out and refine weapons, I'm a professional."
"You just have to do your part!"
Alice was about to say something more, but Chen Anxian helped her out.
However, before leaving the house, she turned around and said seriously: "Mr. Wang, thank you."
This made the little kid's clone a little confused. He couldn't understand why Alice wanted to say thank you to him so abruptly?
However, he did not delve into it. The most urgent task was to refine the Ruyi Divine Weapon first.
So, he quickly took out the two-handed sword and the box of rare metals from the Sumeru Ring.
He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and felt the weight. The little kid's clone made an estimate. This two-handed sword weighed nearly five hundred kilograms at least.
Looking at the dark sword body, the well-informed kid clone knew that the entire sword must be made of black iron.
As for whether there were any rare metals added to it, he didn't know.
After all, he, the master of weapon refining, is just a Xibei, and he only knows some conventional metals.
"The material of this two-handed sword is good. It seems that it can withstand the heat of the Purple Source Fire."
"As for this box of rare metals, it can be saved."
Thinking of this, the kid took out Xiaota from his trouser pocket and said with a smile: "Xiaota, you see, there is no need to spend money to buy rare metals like this. Someone will rush to deliver it to your door.
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Xiaota shook the tower back and forth and nodded: "Brother Da Zhuang, you are right, then...does this box of rare metals belong to me?"
The little kid chuckled inwardly. He could feel that Xiaota was impatient.
So, he waved his hand proudly: "Eat it, it's all yours!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaota dropped the box of rare metals with a whoosh, and as if he was afraid that the little kid's clone would regret it, he couldn't wait to put it into his storage space.
After fulfilling Xiaota's little wish, the little kid raised his head and whispered softly in the air: "Yaya!"
"Hehe, daddy dog, give me a hug!"
A small figure with bare white feet and wearing a blood-red princess dress quietly emerged, like a baby swallow falling into the forest, and flew into the arms of the little kid's clone.
After rubbing the little girl's head in the red dress, the little boy's clone whispered softly: "Yaya, dad doesn't want to be spied on by some people while he is refining the weapon."
"So, it's up to you to use your abilities to create a barrier in this private room."
"Yaya, please." The little girl in the red dress nodded obediently. As her hands danced gently, a layer of snow-white gauze quickly covered the private room completely, giving it a hazy and dreamy feel.
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Seeing that all the preparations were done, the little kid's clone stopped dawdling, opened its little mouth, and a little purple spark flashed.
"Let's get to work!"
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Just as the little brat's clone started refining the weapon at the usual pace, private room No. 8 had become the focus of everyone's attention at the auction.
There was a lot of low-pitched chatter down there.
Not many people were optimistic about the owner of Room 8 preparing to refine a Ruyi magic weapon within half an hour.
Many people concluded that the owner of Room 8 was just trying to please others.
Once the final refining fails, he will definitely act rogue, deny it, refuse to fulfill his promise, and hand over two Ruyi magic weapons.
They are very curious, how will Betty and her grandson get along with each other on the stage?
There are many people with dark hearts who have begun to expect a full-scale martial arts show from both sides.