Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Feng Xingying nodded.

Master Wei is humbler and more pragmatic than she imagined, and she speaks very pertinently. No wonder she can be respected by Mei.

It is just that Master Wei ’s comments are perfunctory, which makes Feng Xingying helpless. Although he praised her and got to the idea, he did not give real guidance.

Perhaps there is also a saying of "hiding clumsiness" among refiners. Feng Xingying is not forcing it.

Who knew that Azi wasn't going to do it, pulling Master Wei's sleeves and squinting his mouth to start coquettishly:

"Grandpa, Ye Xing's elder brother obviously asked you to point him at him. How can you be lazy and just boast.

Doesn't Grandpa say that compliments are left to outsiders, are you really worthy of criticism? Does Grandpa think Brother Ye Xing is not his own? "

"You villain, your elbow is turning out now." Master Wei shaved Wei Lanzi's little nose, and reluctantly turned to Feng Xingying:

"Since I asked you to refinish today, you humbly asked me for advice, and the old man relied on the old man to sell the old one, and he gave you a few words:

Your technique seems to have no obstructions, but it is still a bit blushing. The illusion of flowing clouds is conferred by your calm and precise character, but it can't make up for your short time in learning the refiner.

In addition to understanding, this thing also requires more practice on its own, there are no shortcuts. I do n’t say much, you should understand.

As for this sword, it is indeed commendable to create such a spirit sword at your age.

From your attentive attitude, you can think of your sword as a gift to a woman who thinks of Mu Ling power and is good at assisting. It may be your companion.

If you are going to sell this sword, your refiner is very successful this time, but if you give it away. "Master Wei shook his head.

"How?" Feng Xingying was also curious.

Feng Xingying may be seeing Master Wei today. She was slightly stimulated. The refined sword is better than yesterday. At least she feels very satisfied.

This wood-based spirit sword is far superior to the spiritual master's spiritual martial arts in the general alchemy shop, at least enough for the rue to reach the peak of the spiritual master, and maybe it can be used in the early days of the great spiritual master.

In terms of their level of cultivation, it is already a little superb.

But Feng Xingying always felt that there was a problem, and he couldn't say it.

Master Wei was selling Guanzi with a smile, but another voice opened his mouth first:

"Because your spiritual sword lacks growth. Everyone is an enlightenment of cultivation in the spiritual stage. If you use a handy weapon, you can continue to use it after the cultivation is improved, and the fit will reach a higher level.

If you are a refiner for yourself, you should choose a spirit sword that has better growth than attributes. "

Feng Xingying looked up in surprise, looking at the man who pushed in the door.

He really is, everywhere.

Qin Molin actually understands the refiner?

She still doesn't know.

It turned out that she knew very little about him.

He never said it, she never asked.

"Does it look good?" Qin Molin's voice rang from Feng Xingying's ears.

"Um." Feng Xingying nodded subconsciously.

She nodded suddenly before she realized that she is now men's clothing! She is Ye Xing now!

Why is it that a man looks good?

Wait, Qin Molin asked him so ambiguous what happened?

Fortunately, Qin Molin's answer to her was "There is no way to look good, this thing is jealous." The tone of the tone even told him to look good, and you should look at it for a while, exactly.

He looks so tempting with a cold, petting tone.

Feng Xingying lost his mind for a moment, then quickly switched roles, giving Qin Molin a signature sunny smile:

"Yes, Brother Qin is unparalleled in beauty, and I don't know what kind of woman can match you."

"Feng Xingying!" Qin Molin thinly opened his lips and stared at the young boy in front of the sun, saying three words one by one.