I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Seeing Bu Fan's strange expression, Duan Zhenghou was a little puzzled.

Although the iron ring was made of ordinary iron, he could vaguely feel that there was some kind of Dao charm in the iron ring, which was only found in magic weapons of the Xuantian Lingbao level.

"it's okay no problem!"

Bu Fan sighed in his heart and shook his head.

Originally, he wanted to use Duan Zhenghou's hand to refine a magic weapon, to see if he could get rid of the counterproductive ability.

In this way, Xiao Huanbao can refine a magic weapon with luck bonus.

However, the results are clearly visible.

It's not as good as making it yourself.

At least the counter-effects of the magic weapon he made by himself are not so full.

Thinking about it this way, Bu Fan cast the Fortune Burning Art, and with a "thump" in his palm, he burst into flames, instantly turning the iron ring into ashes.

"Sir, you are..."

Duan Zhenghou stared, his voice trembling.

This is a magic weapon of Xuantian Lingbao level, is it just ruined like this?

"This magic weapon is too rubbish!"

Bu Fan looked strange.

Isn't it just a high-level magic weapon, why are you so nervous?

But at this moment, Duan Zhenghou was startled by Bu Fan's unintentional words.

My head is full of Xuantian Lingbao, is it too rubbish?

"you want?"

Bu Fan realized something, thinking that Duan Zhenghou wanted to keep the iron ring for research, "I think it's better to forget it, I'm really doing it for your own good!"

IQ, strength, luck, and vitality are all -99%. Wearing this ring is no different from courting death.

"Junior dare not!"

Duan Zhenghou panicked all of a sudden.

He suddenly thought that the person in front of him could create an innate spiritual treasure even from ordinary iron, so if he used cultivation materials...

Maybe Xuantian Lingbao is garbage in the eyes of this mysterious being.

But if even Xuantian Lingbao is rubbish.

Does that mean that the mysterious existence in front of him can refine magic weapons that are even more advanced than Xuantian Lingbao?

Thinking of this, Duan Zhenghou's heart trembled.

On top of the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure is the rumored Supreme Treasure, which is also called a pseudo-celestial weapon by senior monks.

Nowadays, there are only a handful of false immortal artifacts in the world of cultivating immortals, and most of these false immortal artifacts have been passed down in some extremely ancient sect families.

Because no one in the world of cultivating immortals can refine fake immortal artifacts. The materials for refining artifacts are one aspect, and there is another most critical aspect.

That is, the method of refining false immortal weapons has long been lost.

It can't be said to be lost.

Some ancient relic caves may still have advanced art of refining weapons.

There are also some extremely ancient Zongmen families who may have refining methods for refining fake immortal weapons, but no one is willing to show them to others.

Duan Zhenghou also went to search for the ancient art of refining weapons, but after hundreds of years of searching, he gave up.

But at this moment, an existence that can refine the supreme treasure is right in front of him, how can Duan Zhenghou be excited.

Perhaps the person in front of him might be an old monster who lived for tens of thousands of years.

Bu Fan didn't know what Duan Zhenghou was thinking, but he knew the principle of giving both kindness and power, "Just now I refined the weapon, and you also saw it, now I will teach you how to refine it!"

"Thank you sir!"

Duan Zhenghou had an uncontrollable ecstasy on his face, and immediately saluted respectfully.

Bu Fan nodded, and began to simply point out Duan Zhengwai for some methods of refining weapons.

Soon.

See Duan Zhenghou fell into deep thought.

Bu Fan knew that Duan Zhenghou was comprehending the art of refining weapons, so he didn't bother him, but left the blacksmith's shop slowly.

Along the Ling River, I came to the blacksmith's shop to get weapons again.

When he was about to reach the blacksmith shop, he saw a man riding a white donkey walking slowly away from a distance.

Ling Hebian thought that this person was a person who went to the blacksmith's shop to make ornaments, so he didn't think much, so he entered the blacksmith's shop, and saw Duan Zhenghou standing there blankly, motionless.

Ling He scratched his head.

Although he didn't understand why Duan Zhenghou just stood there, he knew that he couldn't disturb him at this time, so he chose to wait quietly.

"Wonderful!"

Suddenly, Duan Zhenghou came back from his trance, and was about to say thank you when he saw Ling He standing aside.

"What about sir?"

Duan Zhenghou looked around and asked subconsciously.

"What sir?"

Ling Hebian showed doubts, "When I came here, I saw you alone! No, it seems that another man riding a donkey left."

"It seems that the master has left!"

Duan Zhenghou took a deep breath.

The method of refining the weapon that the mysterious being taught him just now is extremely profound, and it took him a long time to figure it out before he understood it.

On the other hand, Ling Hebian heard what Duan Zhenghou said, and subconsciously thought that the man riding the donkey he saw earlier was the academy, or the teacher of the school.

"You want to take the sword, right? The sword is in the back room. Where are you going?"

Duan Zhenghou glanced at Ling Hebian.

Now he can't wait to figure out the method of refining weapons.

He believed that as long as he mastered this method of refining weapons, his skill of refining weapons could be greatly improved.

"Our chief escort still wants to make five long knives!" Ling Hebian said honestly.

"Okay, come get it in a few days!"

Duan Zhenghou was still thinking about the method of refining weapons in his mind, so he nodded casually.

Seeing that the other party agreed to come down, Ling Hebian immediately went to the back room, and left the blacksmith shop with five swords in his arms.

When he left, he still didn't forget to look at Duan Zhenghou who was frowning in thought.

"By the way, it seems that I forgot to check the child's spiritual root qualification again!"

Duan Zhenghou suddenly remembered something and slapped his head suddenly, but the figure beside Linghe had disappeared in the blacksmith shop.

"Forget it, compared to the method of refining weapons taught by that existence, this is a trivial matter!"

Duan Zhenghou quickly put this matter behind him, and continued to ponder the method of refining weapons taught by Qi Qifan.

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at the same time.

Bu Fan rode a little white donkey, looking at the scenery in the town leisurely.

The town has really changed a lot now.

I remember when he first came to this world, there were potholes everywhere, and houses built of loess thatch.

But now, the green brick and tiled houses are neatly arranged, the ground is also paved with flat cement, and the canals and rivers are also erected with railings. If it is placed in modern times, it is enough to select the most beautiful new countryside.

However, it was also thanks to Zhou Mingzhu.

After all, Zhou Mingzhu has always been responsible for the planning of the town. Well, as a tool person, Zhou Mingzhu has done a very good job.

In the soap workshop, someone who was chatting and laughing with Dani sneezed suddenly, and couldn't help but wonder, who is so shameless to talk about her.

"Mayor, where are you going?"

Suddenly, I met an old man carrying a hoe on the road, and the old man was full of smiles.

"It's Uncle Li. I just went to the blacksmith's shop and I'm going back now. Did you just come back from the field?"

Bu Fan got off the back of the little white donkey and greeted with a smile.

"Yeah, the crops in the field are growing very well, and there will be a bumper harvest this year, thanks to you, the mayor!"

Old man Li smiled very kindly. As a person who has been farming for most of his life, there is nothing happier than seeing the crops grow well.

"You're welcome, it's not my credit, it's everyone's hard work, not afraid of hard work, that's the big harvest!!" Bu Fan smiled modestly and shook his head.

"Mayor, that's not what you said. Ever since you became village chief, our village has never had a bumper harvest. If you didn't allow it,

All the folks and elders in our town are planning to erect a stone statue for you in the square of the town! "

The old man Li smiled very honestly and kindly.