Chapter 82: Lei Guang's Great Martial Arts Training (Early Morning Request for Recommendation Votes)

  It's even more genuine than his mother's top-grade spirit stone!

  Four treasures of Dan fire, ah, it's been a long time, has it been two months? ??

  This kid's yuan force is clearly less than 15 layers, yet he can refine a fourth-grade dan fire, something that hasn't appeared in the hundreds of years of Shengzong history!

  Genius, humph, how can such a common word match?

  Wang Meng looked at Zhou Feng, hastily hiding the wine jug in his arms, "I've drunk it all, you can't get it back even if you want to, I'm just this level, you'll have to make do with me as I am. Besides, we're men, how can we be on the same level as women?"

  Zhou Feng rubbed his face and adjusted his stiff expression, "You eat first, I'll go wash up."

  Zhou Lao Guan closed the door tightly and walked to the back of the outhouse not far away, shaking his fist fiercely, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

  Wordless roar, Zhou Feng's face turned bright red, and Zhou Changlao also had a bit of an old man's youthful recklessness. Lu Yun thought she had picked up a treasure, but compared to this one, it was just street goods!

  Zhou Feng knew that this kid was not easy to deal with, and he absolutely couldn't let him become complacent. The more he belittled him, the more it seemed to motivate him. It took a big effort to calm his mood down.

  After returning, Wang Meng's first sentence was, "Old Zhou, are you constipated? As a Danxiu, you should adjust yourself."

  Zhou Feng almost choked to death, this little white-eyed wolf, eating and drinking on his own, still offering sarcastic remarks.

  "Cough cough, what kind of pill have you refined, and where is it?"

  "Sent Leigong Hall away, attended Baibao Hall meeting. Now everyone participates in Leigong Hall, don't worry, even if others see it, they won't lose face for you."

  "Oh, you're sure those elixirs have all been successfully refined?"

  "Anyway, it's all according to your requirements on the bamboo slips, and they all meet the standards. Some are from our sacred hall, and some were forced upon me by that senior before. I just did them casually, after all, I'm not a Taoist practitioner, the key is to participate."

  Wang Meng's mentality is extremely "positive".

  "Hehe, very good, although your casual personality is a big plan for Dan Xiu, but this period of time has indeed not been slack, this is the reward for you."

  Zhou Feng took out a sheep fat bottle overflowing with abundant yuan force from his Qiankun bag.

  Wang Meng's eyes immediately shone with golden light. This fine wine, first look at the ingredients, second look at the vintage, ordinary people's so-called fine wine is usually nothing special, but this bottle in front of him was clearly different, it's probably brewed from Lingguo, and its value is not trivial.

  That year's Mo Shan was just a little bit better, but still ended up with nothing.

  Zhou Feng took a step back, "This wine isn't free for you, kid. This is the finest liquor, reserved for our Sword God. I had to put in some effort to get it. At the upcoming Baibao Hall gathering, Lu Yun and those women will definitely be looking for me. When it's your turn to take the stage, you can't back down!"

  Wang Meng snatched the wine and said, "Don't worry, I, Wang Meng, have never been a coward. However... I only take care of my own appearance, everything else is none of my business."

  After finishing speaking, he ran away like flying, this is a good thing!

  This spirit wine brewed from the spiritual fruit is somewhat similar to the spiritual stone in a certain sense, but its significance is completely different, it's extremely valuable and most importantly, very hard to come by.

  This point Zhou Feng did not exaggerate, then the Qiong Jiang Yu Lu Xun is indeed brewed for the sword body and a few good ancestors of this mouth, occasionally also rewarded to some excellent elders, it's hard to get.

  Zhou Feng really went all out, slowly tempting Wang Meng to "fall", he didn't believe that a poor sword cultivator could compare.

  Unlike Zhou Feng's pleasant mood, Lei Feng's days are bitter. Recently, Mo Xin Zong and Ba Tian Tang seem to be brewing something. The general content is known a bit, it's aimed at the younger generation, so this time Bao Bao Tang will also pay attention to the situation of the disciples, and Lu Lu's face will give them some encouragement.

  But... thinking of those useless people from Leigongtang, and Wu Fatian's impudent face, Lei Feng's anger couldn't be contained.

  Can only use closure to hide for a while, but how can this mood be closed? Isn't this looking for trouble?

  No matter what, I am from Leigongtang, and even if the bones are broken, they are still connected by tendons. Moreover, the decline of Leigongtang is also related to my own personality, which is not good at teaching disciples.

  So under the pretext of closed doors, Lei Feng also sneaked out quietly.

  The situation at Leigong Hall is indeed making this ancestor a bit embarrassed. Although the level of these children is really bad, but each of them is working so hard. If he had put in more effort in the past, his physical body would not have ended up like that.

  Lei Ting also felt a bit sentimental, when he first started practicing, it was just relying on his passion and courage to fight, if not for good luck meeting that benefactor, he might have died early, and there wouldn't be the Lei Ting of today, but after becoming the ancestor, he seemed to have forgotten these things from back then.

  For Lei Feng, dan, sword, bow and other things are not his dish, he only cares about body repair, the only thing that interests him is forging, although it has been many years since he last used it.

  Forging this thing has a limit, at the top level of physical repair, wanting to forge a good weapon is no longer related to yuan power, the key is the boundary.

  The higher your state, the better weapons you can forge. Since Lei Ting's state has been stagnant since he was young, no matter how hard he tries to forge, it will always be at the same level. At most, some people may perform well and others poorly, but for him, there is no difference.

  The usually quiet Armory has been taken over by the cultivators, I heard that the Ancestors will be coming, and it's possible that Lei Zongzi will also arrive. Everyone is busy making a fuss, who knows if they have any innate talent and happen to be discovered by the Ancestor, wouldn't that mean they'll soar to great heights? In any case, Lei Zongzi is one of their own people, he won't help outsiders.

  So recently, Leigongtang's demand for ore is extremely high. I thought the disciples of Leigongtang were very poor, but in fact, the disciples of Leigongtang are good at living their lives. They basically all have savings and their ability to endure hardship is much stronger than others. The Holy Hall has its own mine, and mining is something that other hall disciples don't do unless they have no choice, but the disciples of Leigongtang are willing to do it.

  What task is not a task, especially physical repair, can be exchanged for contribution to the Holy Temple, and can also be purchased at 80% off, why not do it.

  The arsenal was a mess, with explosions going off left and right, flames shooting up to the sky, but Lei Feng's face only grew darker by the second.

  "What are you doing, sharpening a knife? Even chopping vegetables seems cumbersome!" Lei Feng couldn't bear to watch anymore. What kind of forging is this? It's simply ruining it! If he hadn't seen it for himself, he wouldn't have believed it. The once-great Leigong Hall had been reduced to such a state. What was Wang Bo feeding this little rabbit?"

  "Brother teacher, you don't understand, a knife is domineering and majestic!"

  "Who told you!" Lei Feng rarely scolded someone for being a good teacher.

  "On your way, we're all busy!"

  Unfortunately, everyone was in high spirits and no one took it seriously.

  In the branch halls, those who are too old usually can't make a living outside and return to the holy hall for retirement or part-time work, and they are all relatively casual.

  Lei Feng was blocked for a moment, then let out a sigh and said to himself, "What's the point of being so serious?"

  Walked around in a circle, all I can say is enthusiasm is abundant, but level... rotten to dregs.

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