Don't talk nonsense, I'm really not a full-level boss

In fact, Hong Zhong had long wanted to persuade Ning Feng to go out. After all, he felt that only the vast world outside was suitable for his master to display.

Although he was very clear in his heart that his master was a hidden power, but in general, after seeing the master's all-powerful ability, he also felt that he shouldn't lie down. In this small place, I have been doing those farming things.

People, the more capable they are, the more they want to be famous and achieve a lot of fame, and this is the same for Hong Zhong, otherwise he would not have gone out to practice for such a long time.

Only when he really saw those so-called cultivators did he know that the means that his master entrusted to him were truly terrifying and unparalleled, and even those cultivators were no match at all. It is conceivable that in his heart, he is in awe of such a powerful method, and he understands the invincibility of his master even more.

"Are you leaving today? But what else do you need to bring?"

Although very excited, Hong Zhong is still very calm at this time.

This time when he came back, he obviously came with the idea of ​​filial piety to the master. Although, this is also due to the fact that he caused a lot of troubles outside, but in his eyes, as long as he goes out with the master , then there is no need to worry about these at all.

"No, I still have a sword that needs to be finished. Let's go after this sword is cast. It will be finished in the afternoon."

"You go and pack your things first, we'll leave tomorrow."

Ning Feng wanted to leave in the afternoon, but after thinking about it, it seems that the millennium black iron exchanged from the system is still useless, so he might as well forge a sword first.

After all, I just got the cheat book of "Thirteen Swords of Desperation", and I am carrying a sword for self-defense, which can give me a little peace of mind.

Although he seldom goes to the outside world, he also knows that it is very dangerous, especially those cultivators who are not all-powerful, and they will strike at him if they disagree with each other. With a sword, it may play a role. It's not very effective, but at least it's not helpless, is it?

"Master wants to forge a sword?"

Another surprise made Hong Zhong feel that he should always be by his master's side.

Why?Because he had seen Ning Feng forging weapons before, and the hammer after hammer had unimaginable power.

But at that time, Ning Feng still said that this was not forging a sword, but just making some crop handles at random. He knew that his master was just being humble in front of him.

Now that his master said that he was going to forge the sword himself, how could Hong Zhong hold back his excitement?

You know, the hatchet on his back was made by Ning Feng for him, and he only used the word forging, not forging. The difference between this word is nothing in the eyes of others, but in his eyes But I clearly know the difference here.

You know, his hatchet looks unattractive, but it is a genuine sharp weapon that makes people covet it, okay?Even those spiritual treasures in the realm of comprehension are not enough for him to have the power of a sword. Now that Ning Feng is about to start building his own weapons, one can imagine what kind of power it will attract.

"Going out, after all, you still need to be prepared, especially the saber, this thing can't be sloppy."

"So, I am going to spend an afternoon casting a smooth sword."

Ning Feng didn't put on the fork at this time. He felt that no matter how he forged the sword, he would definitely not be able to match the spiritual treasure weapons of those cultivators. It's not worth doing those things.

"This disciple is cleaning up. After cleaning up, I will come to help the master forge the sword."

Even though he was looking forward to it in his heart, Hong Zhongdao didn't lose his composure at this time. After all, although this matter can make him have a lot of thoughts, he knows that in front of a big boss like his master, everything is in vain. It cannot escape his eyes.

If the master is willing, he will naturally help himself. Of course, if the master is not willing, then it is useless even if he talks about it.

Seeing this guy was honest, Ning Feng didn't care about anything anymore.

In his opinion, this is considered very filial piety, okay?

After all, I am just an ordinary person, but now Hong Zhong is a well-known existence in the entire cultivation world. Such a person can still come back, and still respect his teacher. Is it ready?

It's just that there are more or less careful thoughts, or a little arrogance, which is unavoidable here in Ning Feng.

Not thinking about these things, Ning Feng took out the millennium topic he had just purchased from the system space, stared at the cold iron carefully, and found no spiritual fluctuations at all. Sure enough, even the millennium black iron, These are still mundane things, and they seem to be inferior to the spiritual power metals that are full of aura in this cultivation world.

However, in Ning Feng's eyes, even if he could get the spiritual power metal in the cultivation world, it would be very difficult for him to forge it into a weapon.

This millennium black iron is just right for him, and using it to forge a saber of his own can be regarded as a perfect complement to each other.

After all, this black iron only needs 300 resentment points, but the gentleman and lady sword is much more expensive and the material is not as good as this black iron.

"Let's turn on the furnace! Otherwise, it might not be possible to finish it in one afternoon."

It was very difficult to ignite the fire in the casting room, and Ning Feng began to throw the millennium black iron into it.

Actually, casting a sword is not that difficult for him, but it does take a while for the millennium black iron to melt, so in terms of time, one afternoon is still relatively tight.

It took almost half an hour before it approached the point where millennium black iron could be forged.

Finally, he clamped the black iron, like a blacksmith, took a deep breath, and hit the black iron with a hammer.

"Ding!"

Here in the casting room, sparks flew everywhere.

Hong Zhong, who was packing up his things in the room, was startled suddenly.

A pair of eyes looked in the direction of the casting room in disbelief.

In an instant, he only felt a ripple that could almost spread to the entire world, and it began to spread from the casting room little by little.

This?
He was almost dumbfounded. He had thought before that there might be a change in the matter of his master's sword casting, which would cause a big disturbance, but he never thought that it would be like this.