Qin Feng went down the mountain and walked slowly towards the weapon refining pavilion.
"Hey, have you heard? Something's happened to our sect leader, and his soul lamp is almost extinguished."
"Hiss, there is such a thing? Impossible!"
"What's impossible? I heard that many of our Yun Sect's Jindan masters have gone to look for the Sect Master.
Sikong Ji, the second strongest person in our Yun Sect, also went."
"This time, our Yun Sect will probably have to change its leader..."
The sound kept pouring into Qin Feng's ears.
Qin Feng frowned and looked around.
Many people were coming and going, having heated discussions.
Qin Feng's heart sank.
This happened just yesterday. Logically, only the sect's Jindan powerhouses knew about it.
It spread like this so quickly, it's obvious that someone is fanning the flames.
But Qin Feng didn't want to care about it, and he didn't even have the mood to use his hearing aid.
With the old sect master, a Nascent Soul cultivator, here, these people can't cause any waves.
At the entrance of the Equipment Refining Pavilion.
A young man stopped Qin Feng.
"Are you blind? Can't you see? No entry for outsiders!"
"Zhou Ming, are you crazy? You don't even recognize our young master?" Someone inside the door frowned.
"What Young Sect Master? The Sect Master is gone, so where would a Young Sect Master come from?
He is now just an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator." Zhou Ming had a pleasing smile on his face.
He is the most talented person in their area.
However, after joining the sect, he became just an ordinary person.
Twenty years, walking on thin ice!
Now, he is just an apprentice weapon refiner.
And guard the door.
How come Qin Feng became the young sect leader as soon as he entered the sect?
Even with countless resources, after a year, he could only reach the Qi Refining Stage.
I'm not as talented as him.
Now that Bai Jinghong is in trouble, their Second Peak has already issued orders.
Anyone who makes things difficult for Qin Feng will be rewarded with twenty spirit stones.
It's just a piece of cake.
"Is this true? Isn't our sect leader a very powerful swordsman?" A surprised voice was heard from inside the door.
There are more and more people.
Gather towards the door.
"Of course it's true. My soul lamp is broken." Zhou Mingdao.
Suddenly, countless people's eyes fell on Qin Feng.
All of them are looking at me with gloating eyes!
"Qin Feng, as a human being, you have to believe in fate! This is your fate." Someone inside the door laughed.
It seems that he is very happy.
Qin Feng sighed.
When I returned to the sect yesterday, all I heard along the way was "Hello, Young Sect Master!"
People!
Qin Feng slowly said: "I'm just here to buy refining materials. Doesn't your Refining Pavilion do business?"
The laughter of Zhou Ming and his group slowly faded away.
Zhou Ming also immediately made way.
If you come to the Equipment Refining Pavilion to buy something and they don't let you, you will be beaten.
"You want to try refining weapons too? Haha! Refining weapons isn't that fun. I've been in the Refining Pavilion for ten years, and I was just carrying a sledgehammer.
But it's also true that your cultivation isn't that good, so it's right to think of other ways." Zhou Ming smiled.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the voice.
Qin Feng was calm and composed.
This little bit of yin and yang is not enough to break his defense.
His eyes fell on the refining materials around him.
"These, these, these... give me 500 kilograms of each." Qin Feng counted the materials quickly.
The jealousy on Zhou Ming's face became more and more intense.
He calculated the price quickly, and the abacus in his hand made a clicking sound.
"A total of three thousand seven hundred and forty-three spirit stones." Zhou Ming gasped.
He gritted his teeth.
There was even murderous intent in his eyes.
He could only earn more than 300 spirit stones throughout the year.
This is even with the bonus of being an apprentice weapon refiner.
And Qin Feng, in the blink of an eye, actually spent more than three thousand spirit stones...
Jealousy is growing wildly and becoming wildly contagious.
There were about ten people around, and everyone was like this.
Qin Feng took out the storage bag, took out more than three thousand spirit stones, and stacked them together.
"Go and pick up the goods." Qin Feng reminded.
Zhou Ming took a deep breath, collected the spirit stone, and pointed at the two people: "Come with me to pick up the goods."
The three of them left quickly.
Soon, the refining materials were delivered.
After Qin Feng finished counting, he put the items into his storage bag and turned to leave.
"This kid is so rich! How come?" someone said gritting his teeth.
"He is the young master, how can our master not give him money?"
"Oh, let him show off. Someone will give him trouble."
"His master is gone, and he has such poor talent, who can protect him..."
There were more and more cold laughs.
Along the way, countless people looked at Qin Feng with gradually cold eyes.
Gossip!
Crazy output.
Mountain top!
In front of Zhang Fei, an old man was emitting terrifying energy.
"Uncle Master??? Aren't you dead???" Zhang Fei's eyes were wide open, and he even stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"You kid, do you want me to die so much?" The old man was speechless.
"Uncle master, if you continue like this, my master will feel so lonely underground." Zhang Fei felt like a thousand monsters were running wildly in the old man's body as he felt in his heart.
First the old sect leader came back to life! Now his uncle has come back too!
Yunzong, how many things are hidden that they don’t know about?
It turns out that he and Bai Jinghong have been playing together for so many years, and a bunch of old guys are hiding and watching the joke?
"Uncle-master, have you also reached the Nascent Soul stage?" Zhang Fei asked.
"Of course!" the old man nodded.
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