Immemorial War God

Master Liao turned to look at Mo Feng, who shrugged helplessly. Master Liao raised his eyebrows and could not help but laugh at himself. After all, he was a young man, it was already good enough that he could draw out the weapon array, what else could he expect? If he could really reach the level of a formation master, he would be scared to death!    

    

The matters of the Master Fang had not yet spread to the Jade Flame Gate. No one would waste their energy on a one star trash.    

    

"Zi zi zi"    

    

Master Liao picked up his battle axe and started to sharpen it. A quarter of an hour later, he began to polish the edge of the blade. It didn't take too much time to sharpen the Blades. They were almost done when the hammers were formed. If they were to wait until they were completely quenched before polishing the Blades, who knew how much time and effort it would take.    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

"Good axe!"    

    

Mo Feng raised his battle axe, the edge of the axe reflecting light, a weight of 50,000 jin. He could guarantee that if an ordinary late stage Star Pool were to walk in front of him, his axe would definitely shatter into pieces!    

    

"Master Liao, thank you!" He kept the axe with satisfaction and thanked the Master Liao. Master Liao did not say a word, he rubbed his palms and looked at Mo Feng with hope.    

    

"Master Liao, this is the technique of the Celestial Jade Hand." Mo Feng smiled, took out a pen and ink paper, and wrote out over a thousand words, giving it to the Master Liao.    

    

Master Liao could not wait to take a look at the paper, he glanced down and swallowed his saliva.    

    

"The Celestial Jade Hand is truly the Celestial Jade Hand!" He had seen the power of the Celestial Dan Hand from Mo Feng's body, and now he was completely sure of it.    

    

Mo Feng curled his lips. Did he really think that he would lie to you?    

    

Master Liao kept the piece of paper into his storage ring like a treasure, and looked at Mo Feng with a strange light flashing in his eyes.    

    

"Mo Feng, where did you get this forging technique?"    

    

"Occasionally." Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders, the Master Liao squinted his eyes and stared straight at Mo Feng, after a long while, he laughed at himself. For Mo Feng to be able to obtain an intermediate refining technique, he had to spend his entire life's worth of luck, how could there be other refining methods.    

    

Mo Feng sneered in his heart. How could he not understand the Master Liao's thoughts? Naturally, he would not take out advanced refining techniques. That would be too shocking, and he would also not be able to obtain a good result.    

    

After being silent for a while, Master Liao looked at Mo Feng again, and his eyes suddenly flickered with a strange light. was capable, regardless of refining or drawing, he had achieved great results, but he was still lacking a little. If he could take him in as his disciple and carefully train him, then he would definitely have a great achievement, and would even have a high chance of becoming the empire's number one refining room, and the number one array master!    

    

Thinking about these Master Liao s, his heart couldn't help but palpitate. Suppressing his agitated emotions, he said to Mo Feng:    

    

"Mo Feng, I heard that you still haven't taken me as your master?"    

    

"No one is willing to take me in. There's nothing I can do." Mo Feng shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Master Liao was overjoyed, trying his best to remain reserved, but he already wished that he could immediately say the words' I have accepted you as my disciple '.    

    

"Then do you have any intention of taking anyone as your master?" As he said that, he couldn't help but look at Mo Feng with a trace of urgency in his eyes.    

    

"Nope." Mo Feng was overjoyed. Knowing what the Master Liao was thinking, he shook his head.    

    

"Uhh …" Master Liao's expression froze and a black line appeared on his forehead. Seeing your helpless look just now, I thought you had no intention of taking me as your master, but now you say you don't have any intentions of taking me as your master?    

    

Looking at Mo Feng, Master Liao frowned and lowered his head in thought. Mo Feng shook his head slightly. He had no interest in taking anyone as his master, and if Master Liao wanted to take him as his master, he could give him some pointers.    

    

"Mo Feng, come with me." After a moment of silence, the Master Liao raised his head and said. The corner of Mo Feng's mouth twitched, which move was he trying to play?    

    

The Master Liao did not say anything, so Mo Feng followed along.    

    

"Senior Jiang, it's already the third day. Why don't you go back and rest?" On the second floor of the Warrior Pavilion, Jiang Minghui was still standing there without moving as a disciple of the Warrior Pavilion advised him. Fortunately, he had been treated in time. However, after getting off the bed, he came in front of Jiang Minghui and flattered him.    

    

Jiang Minghui frowned as he saw the disciple of the Warrior Pavilion frown. The disciple couldn't help but take a step back, his fist had already left a shadow in his heart.    

    

"So cheap." Some of the disciples on the second floor were looking at this disciple with disdain. They had almost been beaten to death, yet now they were trying to curry favor with him. This was truly despicable.    

    

"Senior Jiang, are you still here?" Jiang Minghui turned his head to look and saw Yu Zicang walking over with a beautiful woman beside her. She had a oval face, a beauty mole at the corner of her mouth, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to exude charm at all times.    

    

"Yu Zicang, your skills are not small." Jiang Minghui looked at the lady and spoke indifferently. Yu Zicang's mouth curved upwards, he knew what Jiang Minghui meant. He looked at everyone on the second floor and hugged onto the girl, showing off his skills without concealing it at all.    

    

The lady on the other hand, did not resist, and only gave a symbolic struggle before allowing Yu Zicang to hold her. Her face was flushed red, but her gaze was still on Jiang Minghui.    

    

"Senior Jiang, are you waiting for someone?" The woman asked. Jiang Minghui did not reply. He was not in a good mood, just saying a few words to Yu Zicang was already enough to give him face. The woman's expression froze. She didn't know what to say.    

    

"Senior Brother Jiang, why are you still waiting here? There was no news of that brat going with the Master Liao for so long, so what about his black jade hands? I'm afraid they've already been killed by the Master Liao long ago, waiting here is too much of a waste of your time." Yu Zicang advised.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Jiang Minghui coldly snorted but didn't say anything. He wasn't waiting for Mo Feng, he was only waiting for the Master Liao's reply.    

    

"Yu Zicang, who did you say is dead?"    

    

A faint voice sounded from behind them. Yu Zicang said impatiently:    

    

Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar. He suddenly turned his head, and saw Mo Feng slowly walking upstairs with the Master Liao beside him.    

    

"Mo, Mo Feng!" Yu Zicang's eyes widened, he blinked at Mo Feng, but he was not dead yet. Could it be that the Master Liao's request to Mo Feng was really to refine weapons for him? But this was too unreasonable, Jiang Minghui actually disregarded all that and went to refine a blade for a trash?    

    

"What? Are you disappointed that I didn't die?" Mo Feng stood in front of Yu Zicang and laughed coldly.    

    

Yu Zicang shuddered. Looking at Master Liao at the side, he could not help but take a few steps back. Master Liao was walking together with Mo Feng.    

    

"Mo, Mo Feng?" Mo Feng turned his head to look at the girl beside Yu Zicang, and the corner of his mouth raised into a cold smile.    

    

"Ming Fengqing?"