Quickly, I handed in the system

At this time, Sancho was no less shocked than the people on the opposite side.

Her eyes fell on the corner of the other party's robe uncontrollably, asking her to count, how many cloud flowers are there?

The breeze blew by, and the hem of the robe fluttered with the wind, and the place Sancho had just counted was blown around by the wind again.

Forget it, it’s impossible to count, anyway, at least twenty flowers start.

After entering the Xuantian Sword Sect for half a year, the most cloudy flowers on the corner of the robe she had seen was no more than ten, and that was what she saw on Senior Brother Ji, the youngest direct descendant of the head of the sect.

Who is this boss in front of him, with so many cloud flowers on his body?

"What magic weapon do you want to customize?"

The other party's cold and clear voice interrupted Sancho's astonishment, and Sancho, who came back to his senses, quickly explained: "It's not a custom-made magic weapon, it's just a custom-made mount."

Feng Hui raised his eyebrows, customized mount?This is interesting.

"I remember that there are special cloud boats between the various peaks of the Xuantian Sword Sect. They have reached the level of foundation building, and they can also fly with the sword. Why do you customize the mount?"

After a pause, Feng Hui said again: "Furthermore, you didn't go to Beast Peak for a custom mount, but came to Qi Peak, did you go to the wrong place?"

Sancho was about to answer, when suddenly there was an exclamation in front of him.

"Senior Brother Feng! You're back!"

Surname Feng?She knew who it was.

Feng Hui, the chief disciple of Qifeng Peak Master Cang Min, is also a genius with a single fire root.

However, this single-line fire root was several decades earlier than Feng Mingcen's single-line fire root, and the other party had already made his name in the Xuanyuan world.

Together with the chief disciples of several other peaks, and the geniuses of the other two sects and three pavilions, they are called the rising stars of the Xuanyuan world.

Speaking of which, Xuanyuanjie actually has several very interesting lists, one of which is called the list of talents.

And this senior Feng Hui is ranked fifth on the list.

What's more interesting is that although the Xuantian Sword Sect is the number one sect in the Xuanyuan Realm, the number one on the list of talents is not from the Xuantian Sword Sect, but a young man of the demonic way.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Feng, who was rude just now." After making up for the etiquette, Sang Qiaoqing waited for the senior brother who called Feng Hui to come forward.

The person who came over was also an inner sect senior, and Sancho also didn't know who the other party was. After all, there were so many disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, it was impossible for her to know everyone well.

But Sancho didn't know the other party, but the other party knew Sancho.

The genius of the four spirit roots, San Qiao has only been produced by the Xuantian Sword Sect in so many years.

Yes, Sancho can also be called a genius now, although she doesn't recognize this title.

"Huh, Junior Sister Sang? Why did you come to Qifeng? What's the matter?" Seeing San Qiao and Feng Hui standing together, Senior Brother Neimen was quite puzzled.

The downside of being a junior is that you have to salute everyone you see.

After another salute, Sancho brought up the old story again, "Brother, I came to Qifeng to order a mount."

Brother Neimen had the same reaction as Feng Hui, he touched the back of his head and said in surprise: "The custom mount should go to Beast Peak, Junior Sister Sang, are you going to the wrong place?"

San Qiao replied with a smile: "The mount customized by my junior sister may not be the same as that of others."

What she wants to customize is a supercar, and Beast Peak can't help her build a supercar.

Although the senior brother Neimen was curious, he wisely didn't ask any more questions, because it would be extremely rude to inquire about a magic weapon made by someone else.

He turned his head and said to Feng Hui: "Then senior brother Feng, you should go to the master to report to him first, and I will take Junior Sister Sang to the equipment store first."

There is a practice field on the formation peak for the disciples to perform formations, and there is also a weapon workshop on the Qifeng peak for the disciples to refine their weapons.

The practice field of Zhenfeng is on the ground, but Qifeng's equipment place is deep underground. The reason is that there is an earth fire below the equipment place.

Not every Qifeng disciple has fire roots. Without fire roots, they can't resist fire. If they can't resist fire by themselves, they can only rely on the ground fire.

This ground fire sounds miraculous, but it is actually just magma fire, the most common kind of fire.

There are many higher-level fires in Xuanyuan Realm, similar to Yehuo and Lihuo, but Sancho has only heard of them and never seen them.

Senior brother Neimen was about to take Sancho to the weapon shop after finishing speaking, but unexpectedly Feng Hui also followed him up.

"I will go with you."

Brother Neimen was even more puzzled, what was there to do in the Qishang, what would the Qishang do if Brother Feng didn't go to the Master to return to his life?
Feng Hui didn't mean to explain, walking ahead alone, he became the one leading the way instead.

It doesn't matter to Sancho, whoever leads the way is the same.

Because the equipment place is underground and close to the ground fire, it gets hotter and hotter as she walks. Fortunately, the disciple clothes on her are not ordinary clothes, which can effectively isolate the heat from the outside world. Become a human being.

When we arrived at Qisuo, in the huge underground cave, there were many seniors from Qifeng carrying sledgehammers and beating them. If they didn't know their identities, they would look no different from ordinary blacksmiths.

"Junior Sister Sang, what do you want to order... a mount, can you have a senior brother you know to help you make it?" Senior brother Neimen asked enthusiastically.

Sancho shook his head, "I don't have any familiar seniors. I don't know if you have any recommendations, seniors?"

Brother Neimen is obviously very skilled in the custom-made business of Sancho, so he said directly without thinking: "It depends on what kind of mount you want to customize, Sister Sang. Our brothers from Qifeng, each There are unique skills, some are good at refining swords, and some are good at refining knives, the better the skills, the higher the fees."

The biggest source of income for their Qifeng disciples is to help disciples of other peaks refine magic weapons.

But if you want to talk about the entire Xuantian Sword Sect, which peak has the richest disciples, it has to be Dan Peak.

What they refine at Qifeng is a magic weapon, whoever's magic weapon is not well cared for, once refined, it will not break for many years.

Unlike the elixirs refined by Danfeng, which are fast-moving products, a random mission will consume countless elixirs.

Therefore, the disciples of Danfeng have always been very rich, which made their disciples of Qifeng jealous.

Sancho looked around and felt that the mount he wanted to customize might still be a big project, and he might have to participate in it to make it.

She took out a stack of blueprints from the storage bag, "Please look, brother, this is the mount I want to refine."

Brother Neimen just wanted to take the blueprint to see how unique the "mount" that Junior Sister Sang wanted to make was, but before he raised his hand, another hand beside him took it first Pass.

Feng Hui took the drawing and glanced at it, then raised his brows.

"Is this the mount you were talking about?"

Brother Neimen didn't dare to compete with Feng Hui, so he could only go up to look at it by himself, and saw two very cool-looking "square boxes" on the top blueprint, one was thinner and thinner, the other was wider.

Before Sancho could answer, Feng Hui had already flipped through the drawings below, and the more he flipped through, the more shocked he felt.