The old man stayed up all night and was a little sleepy. On the smooth ground next to the chair, a pile of cigarette ashes had piled up like a tower. Seeing that there were no less than a hundred parts left in front of Liu Feng, the old man reached out and put his hand in the cigarette bag.
As soon as I grabbed it, I was about to smoke another pot of cigarettes. It was almost dawn, but unfortunately I grabbed it empty. The inside of the pipe was empty and the tobacco had been smoked out.
There is still half an hour! Liu Feng looked helplessly at the parts in front of him. There were still eighty-four pieces. If he continued at this speed, he might not be able to complete the assembly.
Now Liu Feng is not just looking for a place to stay to complete the task, but holding his breath. Since the old man asked him to complete it in one night, it means that it is definitely possible. If he can't even complete the assembly of the second-grade armor.
, I am really useless.
You know, Liu Feng and Shenlong are working hard, so Liu Feng feels that he cannot lose with this armor and must succeed.
Liu Feng gritted his teeth, fought hard, and finally fought again.
The old man put down the pipe in his hand depressedly. He was old and it would be hard to live without a cigarette.
But he looked at the sky outside, and there was already a hint of fish belly white on the horizon. The time was almost up, and he wouldn't be able to survive much longer.
When the old man exhaled a breath of turbid air, a breath suddenly came from Liu Feng that made his expression change drastically. It was violent, fierce, full of fearlessness and cruelty.
"Zong-level spiritual power!"
The old man screamed softly. The breath coming from Liu Feng frightened him. He was not frightened by this power, but by Liu Feng!
Liu Feng is only fifteen years old and is a second-grade caster. Even though he has amazing talent and can show magical casting skills that frighten the old man. Even though Liu Feng possesses the rare skill of divine casting, which is the rarest among casters, the old man
It's not a shock at all, it's still within the acceptable range for him.
But at this time, the old man's heart was completely frightened by Liu Feng. The power that exploded from his body at this moment, based on the old man's cultivation, was absolutely certain that it was a spiritual power fluctuation at the level of Li Zong.
Fifteen-year-old Li Zong, no matter who he talks to, he will only smile lightly, then directly throw in his middle finger, give a fierce look of contempt, and then turn around and leave. No one will believe it!
"Which family does he come from? How could he possibly cultivate such a talent!" The old man waved his hand, and a white light spread rapidly from his body. A huge white tiger rushed out from above his head and faced the broad man.
The armor foundry roared silently, and white light spread around, controlling the spiritual power emitted by Liu Feng within a ten-meter range.
Liu Feng didn't know everything the old man had done, nor did he know how much of a shock he had caused to the old man after fusing a clan-level beast soul.
Shenlong frantically absorbed the excess spiritual power of the beast soul in his body to reduce the expansion force suffered by Liu Feng's body.
Liu Feng, on the other hand, flew his hands wildly. Under the violent spiritual power, the eighty-four armor right-hand parts in front of him flew up in the air and surrounded him. With his hands flying rapidly, even if
The old man could not clearly see the trajectory of his hands. He could only see the parts quickly coming together, and a vortex formed by spiritual power appeared in front of Liu Feng.
The vortex continuously sucks the parts in, and then sprays them out in the blink of an eye. The individual parts are already assembled together.
"Forged by God, the method of peaking!"
The old man couldn't help but raise his voice several times, forgetting that it would disturb Liu Feng, and his eyes were filled with horror.
The old man knew how to cast the gods. He was the only caster in Yueshan County who knew how to cast the gods. However, looking at the whirlpool formed by Liu Feng's hands flying at high speed, he could no longer calm down. This was something he could not do.
The ultimate way to do it!
When assembling armor, normally two pieces should be fastened together and then the third piece, but Liu Feng has completely broken this rule. He first fastened two pieces together, and then put all eighty-four pieces in two.
buckle, and then buckle them together.
This is beyond the scope of assembly, and it is impossible to do without the most accurate calculation method!
Half an hour later, Liu Feng finally had a complete set of armor that exuded silvery white light in his hand. The precise assembly made the armor seamless, as if it were made from heaven.
"Okay... okay!" The old man looked at the armor in Liu Feng's hand and said "ok" repeatedly. He was so excited that he couldn't even speak.
But when he was about to go over, Liu Feng ignored him, and the golden spiritual power on his body spread towards the armor in a flash.
He wants to bless the armor!
"This..." The old man stopped his feet and watched in surprise as the golden spiritual power submerged the armor.
The shock Liu Feng gave him had reached a terrifying level.
Being able to assemble this armor with one thousand, two hundred and thirty-six parts in one night, the old man was already impressed by Liu Feng, and even regarded him as a third-grade caster.
But when Liu Feng started to bless the armor, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated Liu Feng and this young boy who was only fifteen years old!
The old man used this kind of armor to test hundreds of forgers who claimed to be geniuses. Only Liu Feng could assemble it overnight! There were five people who could start blessing it immediately after the assembly was completed.
But the others who blessed it after the assembly was completed were all fourth-grade casters, and the assembly time they used took more than one night.
Liu Feng is definitely the first second-grade foundry master to assemble and strengthen it overnight.
It was already daybreak, and people from the armor foundry walked into the workshop one after another. When they saw Liu Feng blessing the armor, they couldn't help but be stunned. What was going on? Could it be that he really spent one thousand two hundred dollars in one night?
Have all thirty-six parts been assembled?
Everyone looked at Liu Feng who was covered in golden light in surprise, but they didn't dare to go there. The old man was very unhappy with their onlookers last night, but he didn't dare to do it again today.
No one dares to offend Mr. Rong's majesty in the entire foundry, not even the entire Rong family, and the entire Yueshan County.
Liu Feng didn't know that the old man and everyone were shocked. He had no choice but to do so.
After the assembly was completed, not even half of the spiritual power of the Zong-level beast soul in the body was consumed, and the devouring of the dragon was already close to full. Liu Feng could only give blessings immediately and release all the excess spiritual power onto the armor.
In Ganquan City, Liu Feng could still smash all the remaining spiritual power into the earth and the jungle, but this was Yueshan County and in someone else's foundry. There was no way he could smash someone else's shop?
So he could only endure his tired mind, concentrate on guiding the spiritual power of the beast soul in his body, and quickly rush into the armor that had just been assembled. As for whether the armor could withstand the fierce impact of spiritual power in the end, he did not think about it.
Okay, destroying a second-grade armor is better than destroying someone else's foundry.