Zhou Mengguai laughed: "Tsk tsk tsk, someone is anxious."
"What Taoist companion? Where did the Taoist companion come from?" Zhang Fei was stunned.
Then he reached out and knocked on Jiang Yan's forehead.
"What the hell do you want? Are you worthy of Qin Feng? Why don't you do something else? You have to be a toad! Crawling, crawling, crawling!" Zhang Fei was speechless.
Who is Qin Feng?
Who are you, Jiang Yan?
After more than eighty years of practice, he finally reached the third level of the Golden Elixir.
Qin Feng has only been in the sect for seven or eight years, but he can already kill a Nascent Soul.
Don’t delay Qin Feng’s practice!
"Ah???" Jiang Yan widened her almond-shaped eyes and looked at Zhang Fei with anger.
Why is she not worthy of Qin Feng?
Why do you call her a toad?
Is there such a way to be a master?
Jiang Yan went crazy.
Zhou Meng's mouth twitched: "Master, isn't it a bit inappropriate to say this about Junior Sister?"
His master is a madman in the sect.
When did you become willing to be a bootlicker?
"Shut up and put your hands out." Zhang Fei said angrily.
He couldn't even imagine Qin Feng's future.
Even if he agreed to let Jiang Yan and Qin Feng become Taoist couples, Bai Jinghong and Zhou Cangyun would not agree.
"What are you reaching out for?" Jiang Yan pouted, looking resentful.
"I customized weapons for you, don't be ungrateful!" Zhang Fei stretched out his hand and tapped Jiang Yan's head with his fingers again.
The sound is very crisp.
"Ah? Master, are you finally willing to customize magic tools for us? I love you!" Jiang Yan, who had a face full of resentment just now, suddenly smiled happily.
She was really fed up with her broken boxing gloves.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was a magical weapon, she would have thrown it away long ago.
A pair of hands as white as jade suddenly stretched out in front of Zhang Fei.
"Show me your shit, show it to Qin Feng." Zhang Fei stretched out his hand, pressed Jiang Yan's shoulder, and turned Jiang Yan's hand in front of Qin Feng.
"Where is the enchantment?" Qin Feng asked.
"Just like me, other enchantments are not as practical as those two." Zhang Fei said.
"Okay." Qin Feng nodded.
Refining materials floated out of the storage ring.
The flames illuminated Jiang Yan's astonished face.
"Master, what is this??? Qin Feng refined it for us??? You are not kidding me!" Jiang Yan turned her head and looked at Zhang Fei in horror.
Isn’t Qin Feng only at the first level of foundation building?
Can he refine magical weapons?
How is this possible.
And it’s custom-made!
What enchantment did you just mention?
Are you crazy?
Even the weapon refiners in the sect who were in the late Jindan stage couldn't make the boxing gloves they wanted.
"You called Qin Feng too? Call him Young Sect Master! You have no vision." Zhang Fei stretched out his hand and hit Jiang Yan on the head again.
"Ahhh! It hurts, Master! Why are you hitting me again!" Jiang Yan was going crazy.
Zhang Fei reached out and grabbed Jiang Yan's head: "Don't disturb Qin Feng refining the weapon, shut up."
Soon, a brand new pair of boxing gloves floated in front of Qin Feng.
"Senior Sister, let's give it a try." Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Zhou Meng.
"Senior brother, extend your hand." Qin Feng said.
Zhou Meng reached out and rubbed his eyes.
He looked horrified, and his eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.
"Is this refining a weapon? This is fucking refining a weapon???" Zhou Meng was shocked.
Among the sect's weapon refiners, which one of them can refine a magic weapon without more than a month?
And now, how long has Qin Feng been here?
A few dozen breaths!
What are you playing?
"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?" Zhang Fei raised his leg and kicked Zhou Meng directly.
The latter staggered and fell directly to the ground.
Even so, Zhou Meng was still in shock and hadn't come to his senses.
"Qin Feng, me, me, me." Lin Huaian stretched out his hand, his voice excited and urgent.
He was the first one to know about Qin Feng's weapon refining.
Previously, Qin Feng delivered weapons worth 200 million spirit stones to Yipin Building.
He knew that Qin Feng would definitely be able to refine a magic weapon.
However, he didn't expect that Qin Feng would customize a magic weapon for him.
Qin Feng looked at Lin Huaian's hand carefully and began to refine.
"Don't be silly, try it!" Zhang Fei reached out and rubbed Jiang Yan's head.
A head of beautiful hair suddenly becomes messy.
Jiang Yan stretched out her hand in disbelief and put on boxing gloves.
The next moment, she was horrified.
She turned around suddenly, and her eyes were filled with ripples when she looked at Qin Feng.
How come Qin Feng is so powerful?
Soon, Zhou Meng and Lin Huaian both put on boxing gloves.
The two were excited and thrilled.
"Junior brother, let's go out and practice!" Zhou Meng grabbed Lin Huaian's collar and ran out.
He clenched his fists and started fighting.
In an instant, there was an explosion.
The whole yard is bumpy.
"Yun Zong, are you sick?"
Next door, a roar was heard.
A figure floated into the air.
Soon, more and more figures appeared.
A terrifying aura enveloped the entire courtyard.
"Ahem, ahem, seniors, I'm in the process of cultivation. Sorry for disturbing you." Zhang Fei clasped his fists awkwardly.
"If you make any more noise, I'll kill you. This is not your sect!"
"You'd better not come out during tomorrow's discussion. You'll be finished if I don't deal with you."
In the sky, a figure cursed.
Soon, calm returned.
"Young Sect Master, you are amazing. I have never seen such a fine magical weapon.
How much is it? I’ll give it to you later.” Zhou Meng was very excited.
He could feel that with just this pair of boxing gloves, his fighting power had at least doubled.
For a monk, a good weapon is life.
"At least tens of millions of spirit stones. Do you have the money? Go to sleep." Zhang Fei kicked Zhou Meng.
"Ah??? Tens of millions of spirit stones???"
Zhou Meng was completely dumbfounded!
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