Without saying a word, Zhang Yifeng entered the old man's room.

Nan Xin and Bai Luoluo followed. Zhang Yifeng's words just now made the two confused, but after seeing the rich old man in the room, the two women immediately understood what was going on.

Seeing the old man who was so old that Nan Xin was as shocked as Zhang Yifeng.

As for Bai Luoluo, he couldn't believe that Zhang Yifeng's master was such an ordinary old man?

In the room, Zhang Yifeng held the shriveled palm of Mr. Fu, and continuously inputted the spiritual energy. He gave the old man another pill. With his spiritual energy input, Mr. Fu's sallow face had a little blood color, but he did not wake up.

The rich old man's vitality has been exhausted. Unless there is a magic medicine for life-sustaining, no one can turn the world back.

Death is just a matter of time.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man's face and suddenly carried the old man on his back.

"My friend, what are you doing?"

"I want to take the old man to forge the table."

"No, if you move the rich old man's body now, you'll probably lose your breath."

"It's okay, I'll be responsible for anything."

Zhang Yifeng carried the old man on his back and went to the Black Iron Holy Furnace.

Zhang Yifeng put the rich old man on the stool and faced the forging table.

By this time, Nan Xin seemed to know what Zhang Yifeng was going to do.

He wanted to use the ninety-six hammers of the meteor in front of the rich old man and use the ninety-six hammers to create a weapon.

This is not a competition or a performance, but a report to your mentor on your cultivation progress.

Zhang Yifeng took a veil and began to clean the forging table of the forging furnace.

He cleaned it very seriously, not using spiritual energy to directly shake off the dust, but wiped it with a towel.

Wipe the forging table spotlessly over and over again.

It took half an hour to clean the forging table of the forging furnace, and then Zhang Yifeng took out the materials and started forging.

This forging, there was no dispute over fame and fortune, and it was entirely dedicated to this old forging master who dedicated his life to inherit his forging skills.

Zhang Yifeng had forged the best weapon. At this time, he was naturally familiar with the craftsmanship. With his wholehearted dedication, he actually entered the forging realm again.

Once the meteor hammer technique is used, it will be wide open, like a meteor chasing the moon and hammering, all of which are integrated into Zhang Yifeng's feelings.

When the hammer sounded, the rich old man who was originally unconscious suddenly woke up.

His eyes were shining with a bright divine light, because he saw that the hammer technique used by Zhang Yifeng was so exquisite that it surpassed his level, and it was not popular with the seventy-two hammers, but with the ninety-six hammers!

"Little baby, let me do it." The rich old man's voice suddenly came.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly turned around and escaped directly from the forged artistic conception.

But this time, he did not regret, but was surprised!

"Teacher." Zhang Yifeng no longer called the old man, but called him the teacher.

Zhang Yifeng frowned and thought for a while, but finally gave in respect to the side and gave the forging platform to the rich old man.

On the side, Nan Xin and Bai Luoluo both wanted to speak but stopped, as if they wanted to stop them, but in the end they didn't say anything.

The pharmacist was so surprised that he could not imagine why the old man, whose vitality had already dried up and his breathing was about to stop, still had the strength to stand up.

The rich old man gently stroked the forging table, then took a deep breath, and a flame hammer like Zhang Yifeng appeared in his hand.

The next moment, Mr. Fu played the meteor hammer technique!

As the rich old man danced the hammer, it seemed as if everything had stopped. The three of them could no longer see anything else in their eyes, only the hammer of flames that kept falling like a meteor.

After hitting the shooting of the 72 hammers of the shooting stars, the rich old man did not stop at all, and then continued to hit the 73rd hammer and the 74th hammer...

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was actually filled with tears in his eyes.

The rich old man studied the meteor hammer technique all his life and was trapped in the 72 meteor hammers. However, at this time, he finally broke the shackles and hit the 96 meteor hammers.

The rich old man has a very high attainment in the meteor hammer technique. Once he breaks through, the hammer he hits is exactly the same as a person who has practiced it for hundreds of times and thousands of times.

Incomparable mysterious and exquisite.

Even Zhang Yifeng felt that his ninety-six hammers of meteors were not as good as the old man's hammering technique at this moment.

The old man kept dancing the hammer of flames, his white hair flew, and his face was majestic. His original aging was actually replaced by a high-pitched spirit.

Dangdangdang!

All sounds are automatically filtered out, and the rest is the only one that beautiful hammering sound like a beautiful music.

The hammer lasted for half an hour before it completely stopped.

The rich old man was so angry that he nodded to Zhang Yifeng. After learning the hammer method of the rich old man for so long, Zhang Yifeng naturally knew what the rich old man meant and put the rich old man's works into the forging furnace for quenching.

It was a sword-like weapon, but it looked more like a long feather.

The four people stared at the forging furnace motionlessly until three hours later, Mr. Fu said, "The time is up."

Zhang Yifeng brought the bucket and put it into the cold water.

Soon, the water refining was completed and the work was finally completed.

This feather-like war sword is made of vermilion red in color. It is made of materials forging top-grade weapons. After being forged with ninety-six hammers and refined by water, it has become the top-grade peak work.

Unfortunately, this weapon has not been added to the beast soul, and what Zhang Yifeng did not take out the materials for forging the best weapon at the beginning, otherwise, this sword may still become the best weapon.

Looking at this work, the rich old man was extremely moved.

"Ninety years, ninety years, old man, I finally practiced the meteor hammer technique to the level of ninety-six hammers. It's a pity that I was unable to forge the best weapon. I'm sorry." Old Master Fu shook his head and sighed.

"teacher……"

Zhang Yifeng suddenly spoke. After the words came, a giant sword as dark as a door panel suddenly appeared in Zhang Yifeng's hands.

Looking at the huge sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand, the rich old man suddenly stared at him.

As an experienced old forge, even if he cannot determine the level of the top-quality weapon, he can still feel the extraordinaryness of this giant sword from the aura of the weapon.

"This is……"

"This is a weapon forged by the disciples at this forging conference, called the Scar of the Sky, the best weapon." Zhang Yifeng spoke lightly.

He once promised in front of the rich old man that he would forge the best weapon in his lifetime, but now he has done it.

"The best weapon!" The rich old man looked at the huge sword that was pitch black and had no special excellence in disbelief.
Chapter completed!