A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

The second elder's heart twitched and he almost fainted.

If you don't succeed, won't you send someone to find me?

Didn't you send someone to find her? Who knocks on the door before dawn? Who was that person eager to flatter you in the morning? Who was the person who brought her delicious food and drinks at noon? Is this what people say? It's like Zhu Bajie turned around and beat him up!

The second elder suddenly understood why the person Mo Han had found was the most impatient and unsuitable person to come to the door, because among all the elders of the weapon refining hall, he and Mo Han were the only two people with the most aloof and good temper. , the other people are all relying on their status. If they were to meet Wu Qing, they would have flipped the table and left long ago. This girl is not capable of human communication at all!

"What's the point of sacrificing a sword?" Mo Han, who had been silent for a moment, spoke up, bringing the topic back to the main point.

After hearing this, the second elder's fluctuating breath calmed down, and his ears were perked up, ready to catch Wu Qing's every word.

Elder Dou was enjoying himself when Wu Qing, who was interrupted, glanced at Mo Han with some dissatisfaction. To save her face, she did not continue to talk nonsense. She pretended to be serious: "Are you particular about it? This must be true."

There's something to be said for everything, and there's a technique for every skill. It's not okay to mess around, especially without the support of her godhead, even if you put in a few bottles of blood, you won't succeed.

"I told you that day, what is the origin of the sacrificial sword?" Wuqing asked instead without answering Mo Han's question directly.

A capable general cannot be evil, an iron hero cannot be melted, and a sword cannot be forged. Everyone knows the myth of the ancient divine sword, and the allusion to the general Mo Xie became popular throughout the Feng family after Wu Qing’s words. People in the weapon refining hall even memorized the records about the general Mo Xie in the collection at night. The melon is overripe.

Those who can become the first and second leaders of the weapon refining hall are not fools. The two elders thought of the key to the problem almost instantly: "The master of the pavilion means that what is needed to sacrifice the sword must be the life of the weapon refining master. Instead of blood?”

At this point, Mo Han felt that something was wrong. What Wu Qing used that day was Ling Xi's blood, and he did not take Ling Xi's life. But she mentioned the allusion of sacrificing swords, what else could it mean if it wasn't this?

"Yes, but no," Wu Qing moved his body and sat in a more comfortable position. Wu Qing continued, "The sacrificial sword can require the blood of the weapon refiner, or it can be the blood of the weapon refiner. Life. Old man Mo, have you ever heard of no pain, no gain?"

No matter how hard you work, you will gain. The more you pay, the more you will gain.

Before Mo Han could get there, the second elder's eyes lit up and he asked eagerly: "Are you saying that sacrificing a sword with your life has a higher success rate than sacrificing blood?"

"Clever!" Wu Qing clapped his hands. The loud voice was indescribably abrupt in the middle hall where there was only a few people. It startled the second elder.

When a weapon refiner sacrifices a sword, the one with the highest success rate is of course using their life. However, the life of a weapon refiner is extremely precious, unless they are forced to do so, unless they can ensure that the weapon they refine is enough to span history and become an epic existence, or they have some kind of obsession with this weapon. Read it, otherwise no weapon refiner would sacrifice his life.

So fall back and they will use their own blood. If the success rate of sacrificing one's life is 70%, then the success rate of sacrificing blood is less than 5%.

Please note that the above are all nonsense by Wu Qing, specifically used to fool the two Feng family members in front of them.

The second elder seemed to understand the key to the problem, and nodded in realization. Even Mo Han fell into deep thought.

The two of them didn't think about it carefully, and now was not the time to think about it. Coming back from his thoughts, the second elder raised his doubts to Wu Qing: "Since the success rate of using the weapon refiner's blood sacrifice sword is less than 5%, weren't you afraid of missing it yesterday?"

The probability of 5% seems worth fighting for, but only those who have put in practice know how difficult it is. Wu Qing came down to make a bet with an apprentice that day, but she carelessly only used this method with the lowest success rate.

Wu Qing's eyebrows twitched: "So what if it succeeds? What if it doesn't succeed? If I don't succeed, how can he defy fate?" Not to mention that she is 100% sure, even if she fails, it doesn't matter. Her apology to the apprentice in yellow would not only prevent her from being embarrassed in front of everyone, but would actually make her appear more magnanimous.

After all, she didn't know the slightest bit about the art of refining weapons. This was just a harmless bet, and even if she was wrong, it wasn't a big deal. On the contrary, the apprentice in yellow will develop a reputation as a fussy person.

"Besides, I am not a weapon refiner. What does success or failure have to do with me?" The pads of his fingers rubbed the handle of the fan, and the tail of his long and narrow eyes raised upwards, looking cool and sinister. She is not a weapon refiner, and she does not have the kind of obsessive love for the weapons that the creator has. Whether Qingge can transform successfully or not has little to do with her.

The second elder was silent for a moment. He looked at Wu Qing, and his long fluttering eyebrows also stopped. Wu Qing was right, she was not a weapon refiner, and whether Qing Ge successfully transformed or not had no impact on her either in terms of future or personal feelings. This is the truth, but no one dares to say it in front of a senior weapon refiner.

No one likes someone saying in front of them that they don't like something they have spent their whole life pursuing. What Wu Qing just said is enough to make a weapon refiner feel unhappy. And precisely because of this, she is surrounded by a kind of freedom and spontaneity that ordinary people don't have.

"Okay! Okay! I like your temperament! That boy Feng Lianmo has good taste!" The second elder suddenly sighed loudly and reached out to pat Wu Qing on the shoulder. He suddenly realized her identity and was hard-pressed halfway. He took it back abruptly and slapped it awkwardly on his thigh.

Wu Qing curled his lips, it was rare for the Feng family to have such a cute guy. Well, it's actually not that rare. People in the Feng family are not very annoying. Lu Miaomiao is arrogant, but her nature has not been lost. At the same time, she can advance and retreat in a controlled manner. She would rush to the door to find her simply because it was about Feng Lianmo, and this girl ran away.

Needless to say, Mo Han and the second elder are two old men. They are not as scheming as the family elders and are more straightforward. Even Feng Lianmo, a sick guy, couldn't be called a disgusting guy. Frankly speaking, Wu Qing admired him very much. This sick man was the only person besides Huang Yin who made her feel troublesome. However, the premise of all this is that Feng Lianmo is not the one scheming against her.

Of course, Wu Qing also knew that those annoying guys didn't show up entirely because of Feng Lianmo's ban and her own intimidation. If she was the eldest lady sent by a certain aristocratic family for marriage, she might have been annoyed to death by the cousins ​​of the Feng family, the ladies from various aristocratic families in the East, and the elders of the Feng family.

After all, the head of a pavilion is different from a direct descendant of a family.

Overall, the Feng family gave her a not bad feeling. However, no matter how good she feels, it can't change the situation where she and the Feng family are on opposite sides. If the Feng family is not destroyed, she will die. This fact is enough to kill all good feelings.

It was impossible for Feng Lianmo to give up her position, just like it was impossible for her to give up Mo Yan Pavilion, give up returning to her position, and obey the Feng family. Perhaps she had good reasons not to give up the goal she was pursuing, but Feng Lianmo had no reason to take charge of the Feng family and serve the palace as a minister. However, he had no reason to abandon the Feng family, abandon the shrine, and go to Mo Yan Pavilion.

This is a fatal disaster that cannot be opened.

Sometimes you have to go head-to-head with the opponent, not because of the sad and infuriating hatred between the two people, nor because of how much you hate him, it's just forced by the situation. In order to survive and live better, you can only pick up the sharp blade in your hand and raise the sword towards each other.

Having a good impression is not an excuse to give up on the future.

Without any response to the second elder's praise, Wu Qing fiddled with the fan bone with his fingertips. His fingertips, as white as cold jade, had an indescribable mystery on Mo Ru Xuangui's fan bone.

"The sacrificial sword can be used to forge a holy weapon, it can become a divine weapon, and its palm can dominate the world of weapon refiners. But in this case, the birth of a peerless treasure means the death of a strong weapon refiner who has practiced for hundreds or even thousands of years. If ," After saying this, Wu Qing's brows and eyes flashed with a flash of darkness as dark as the underworld, and his crimson lips seemed to be a little deeper, "What if the Feng family needs you to sacrifice for the sword?"

The blood of a weapon-refining apprentice can evolve an inferior spiritual weapon into a divine weapon. This is only a product created with a 5% success rate. Then, if it is the life of a weapon-refining master, the weapon-refining master's life Where is the soul?

Artifacts, super-artifacts, even those that have never been born and have never been defined. What about the world-famous treasures that are above super-artifacts?

Just thinking about it is enough to make anyone crazy!

There are many masters of weapon refining in the Feng Family, but the treasures passed down from generation to generation that can be famous for millions of years may not be born until the glory of the Feng Family comes to an end. The fate of a master refiner and a treasure handed down from ancient times, which one is more important, can be measured by others.

"Such things will never happen in the Feng family!" Wu Qing's slow and eerie tone melted in the air before it dissipated. The second elder immediately raised his eyebrows and responded quickly and decisively.

The Feng family's weapon refining focuses on being down-to-earth and taking one step at a time. Otherwise, it would be impossible to become the weapon refining family it is today. This extreme approach will not be looked down upon, but it will certainly not be abused.

"Really?" Wu Qing leaned back in his chair, raised his chin slightly, without comment, but smiled meaningfully.

After getting what they wanted to know, Mo Han and the second elder did not stay here for long. They chatted with Wu Qing for a few words and then left with an excuse. Before leaving, Mo Han started to speak, then stopped talking, and finally just looked at Wu Qing deeply.

No matter what the second elder's response was, as Wu Qing said, no one knew whether it was a blessing or a curse that the sacrificial sword brought to the Feng family.