What a strong power!

Wei Changfeng, who was taken away from the long halberd, was shocked and shocked!

He is now a master at the Qi Condensation Realm. He was easily bullied by Yue Kuohai and easily plundered the weapons in his hand, without any room for resistance or even dodging.

If he was not robbing weapons but attacking, he would probably be doomed with one blow!

How powerful is this master of casting?

Wei Changfeng didn't know, but the other party gave him the feeling that he was looking up to him!

Yue Kuohai held the long halberd, and a pair of lion eyes shone brightly. He stared at the weapon for half a cup of tea before he exhaled and praised: "Good halberd!"

His index finger and middle finger together form a sword shape, pointed to the body of the halberd and said, "This thousand-year-old black halberd is made of black evil black iron that has been refined in the Dihe River for more than ten thousand years. It takes three years to polish it alone, but unfortunately the method of tempering has long been lost!"

"At that time, only the general-level figures of Dayan could obtain a royal black halberd, which I know, no more than ten are circulated in the world!"

The master of casting eyes fell on Wei Changfeng and shouted: "Boy, how many merits do you want to exchange for?"

Wei Changfeng did not expect that the long spear was so big, but his reaction was not slow at all. He replied without hesitation: "Senior is willing to give it, and I will never object to you!"

He didn't know how many merits this thing could be exchanged for. Instead of talking nonsense, it would be better to retreat as a step forward. He thought that the other party's identity as a master would never take advantage of himself.

Yue Kuohai laughed and said with a glaring eyes: "You guy is a little smart. I, Yue Kuohai, won't let you suffer any losses. How about giving you five hundred merits?"

Wei Changfeng was not very clear. How many things could be exchanged for the five hundred meritorious achievements in Yunhai Sect? But looking at the expressions of those Yunhaishan disciples, he knew that they would definitely not be a minority.

"make a deal!"

He agreed without hesitation.

Even if you suffer a loss, it is completely worth it to be able to use this to get to know a weapon refining master in the sect!

Yue Kuohai was very satisfied: "Boy is so happy!"

He stretched out his big hand and patted Wei Changfeng on the shoulder, with a look of admiration in his lion's eyes.

The Yunhai Sect disciples next to them were both envious and jealous.

Not to mention the value of the merits of the 500 sects, just Yue Kuohai’s appreciation is extremely precious!

If he is happy, he will definitely make a fortune by giving him one or two magic weapons.

Song Hai's expression was extremely decayed, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and not be embarrassed anymore. He was intertwined with resentment, fear, regret and other emotions, and his face became a little distorted.

With his hands clenched into fists, he slowly retreated towards the door.

"Want to run?"

What Song Hai did not expect was that Yue Kuohai actually noticed Song Hai's retreating behavior, and turned his face and shouted in a deep voice: "Get out of something that doesn't know the magnanimity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly waved the long halberd in his hand and instantly slapped Song Hai's body.

Only a dull "bang" sound was heard, and Song Hai flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He flew out of the shop and fell heavily on the street more than ten steps away, and then rolled several times.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow, and his bones seemed to be broken, and he struggled to get up for a moment.

There were many pedestrians passing by on the street, and when they saw his embarrassed look, they immediately laughed.

Song Hai, who was lying on the ground, spat blood again.

In fact, he was not seriously injured. Yue Kuohai took action to control his position. Otherwise, there would be no problem with slapping him to death with a halberd. How could he be just shot out like now?

But for Song Hai, the biggest harm is humiliation, the embarrassment of being humiliated in public!

Yue Kuohai in the shop was as if he was slapping a fly, and stared at the three outer disciples and said, "Do you go out by yourself or do you want me to beat me?"

The three outer disciples suddenly disappeared and rushed to the ground with their heads in their arms.

"It's all your fault!"

One of the disciples passed by Song Hai and stepped on the latter hatefully to vent their anger.

Looking at Song Hai who was circulating and vomiting blood in the place, Wei Changfeng had no sympathy.

This kind of despicable guy is worthy of death, but unfortunately he can't do anything in Tucheng, otherwise he wouldn't mind sending the other party back to the west.

Wu Liang was also very happy and wanted to go up and kick him.

Wei Changfeng asked him to untidy the burden and took out all the other armor and weapons.

Yue Kuohai just glanced at it for a few times and said disdainfully: "These are not worth nothing, so you will be given fifty merits!"

Wei Changfeng had not had much hope for these equipment, so he is not disappointed now.

He was also very satisfied with his fifty merits!

The merits of the sect as trading goods are very interesting. They are red jades that are two inches long and half inch wide, with extremely complex runes engraved on them.

Seeing that Wei Changfeng didn't know the origin of this red jade, Yue Kuohai gave a few special instructions.

It turns out that this kind of jade is called Xunyu, which is a substitute for the merits of the sect. It can be used as a transaction normally and is most circulated in Yunhai Mountain Gate. It is much easier to use than silver notes or even spiritual beads.

There are three types of honor jade, namely the first-class white jade, the ten-class red jade and the hundred-class black jade. All of them are refined by the sect masters using secret techniques, and outsiders cannot forge it.

Yue Kuohai gave Wei Changfeng fifty-five pieces of red jade, which is equivalent to 550 meritorious achievements in the sect!

The master of weapon refining said: "You should send these merit jades to the Merit Hall to store in the future, as there will be them in the Tucheng City. In addition, if there are a lot of transactions with others, it is best to complete them in the Merit Hall, so as to ensure safety."

He said meaningfully: "Don't think that fellow disciples are all good people!"

Wei Changfeng felt a stern in his heart and hurriedly said, "Thank you for your advice!"

The Merit Hall must be one of the halls and pavilions in Yunhai Gate. Yue Kuohai’s reminder was obviously kind-hearted. He didn’t need to say some truths, and Wei Changfeng was also very clear about them.

Yue Kuohai waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. If you can bring me this thousand-year-old black halberd, I have to accept your favor. If you need to refine any weapons, armor and equipment in the future, come and find me!"

Wei Changfeng smiled and said, "Senior, I really have something to ask you for it!"

He took out his bright light sword and asked, "Can this sword be cultivated?"

The Mingguang Sword is a famous seal-level sword. It is extremely sharp when cutting iron like mud. However, after fighting in the underground palace for three days, the sword suffered a little damage, and the light on the sword body dimmed a lot.

Standards, fine castings, famous seals, spiritual weapons and divine weapons cannot be destroyed forever. Even the top-level divine weapons may be damaged.

Wei Changfeng regarded the Ming Guangsaber as a treasure, so he happened to ask if he could be repaired.

Yue Kuohai took over the Mingguang Saber without any surprise.

After looking at the long sword, he stretched out his fingers as thick as a carrot and bounced his fingers on the sword!

bite!

The sword makes love sound, and the lingering sound lingers!

But if you look closely, you can see that there are two gaps the size of rice grains on the blade, and there are traces of destruction on the sword spine, which makes the sword lose most of its original spirit.

Yue Kuohai said: "Your sword has the quality of the famous seal, but there was a little error during the refining process, which resulted in a drop in the first level, which was considered a defective product."

After a pause, he continued, "You usually use swords, but you have no experience in raising swords and protecting swords. The more you use this sword, the worse it is. Now it has been damaged and is also infected with the evil spirit."

Wei Changfeng was ashamed. He really didn't know how to maintain the sword.

"Senior, can you fix it?"

Yue Kuohai snorted and said proudly: "Of course it is okay to repair it, and I can also make it a real famous seal sword, but the price you have to pay is not low, so it is better to change it to a new one."

Change to a new one?

This idea just appeared in Wei Changfeng's mind and was immediately rejected by him.

Because in Wei Changfeng's heart, he had already developed feelings for the Ming Guangsword.

This sword accompanied him through life and death, and it was no longer as simple as a weapon. If you want to give up easily, you really can't bear to give up!

"I'm used to using my hands, so please ask my senior to take action!"

Yue Kuohai nodded and said, "Yes, as a sword cultivator, you should regard the sword as your life, and you cannot give it up in vain!"

He shouted in a deep voice: "Come in with me!"

The master of weapon refining returned to the workshop inside.

Wei Changfeng did not dare to neglect, so he asked Wu Liang to wait outside first and follow him in.

A wave of heat hits my face!

The workshop inside is equipped with a furnace for refining tools. The fire is burning very vigorously, and the tools such as the tongs placed on it are burning red. Two strong servants are pulling the huge bellows back and forth.

The temperature here is at least several times higher than that outside, which is not something that ordinary people can bear. Fortunately, Wei Changfeng is now at the level of Qi Condensation, so he can persist.

Yue Kuohai threw the Mingguang Saber directly into the furnace, and the sword body was immediately swallowed by the melted iron juice.

Wei Changfeng was frightened when he saw it, but Yue Kuohai smiled and found two ores from the pile of materials next to him, and threw them in together.

"You guy is lucky. These two pieces of meteorites outside the sky were collected by me. They are the most suitable for swordsman!"

He said, holding the hilt of the sword and turning it gently, not caring about the high temperature of the fire.

After a while, Yue Kuohai drew out his long sword, placed it on the anvil, and swung the hammer and smashed it hard!

The sound of clanging beats was endless, his rough and powerful movements, and the splash of sparks forced Wei Changfeng to retreat to the corner.

His technique was extremely skillful, and every movement had a special rhythm, precise and perfect!

After hundreds of knocks, Yue Kuohai re-stucked the Mingguangsword into the furnace, as if it had merged new materials.

After this, time passed quickly.

Almost an hour later, the Mingguang Saber was finally repaired in Yue Kuohai's hands!

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Chapter completed!