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    After an interlude, time passed very quickly. Lu Feng returned to Longyu Forest and first went to find Guo Yang. After all, his blood-red sword was still reunited with Guo Yang. It is estimated that Guo Yang and the others had already completed their reunion at this time.  Feng expected that his blood-red sword would appear majestic in his hand, but he thought that there was a chance that it might still appear as a stump with the middle parted in his hand. With this mentality, Lu Feng arrived at the blacksmith shop.  ook. bubble!

    "Look, isn't that the kid who was pulled out and beaten up just now?" A player said in a low voice, but if his voice was louder, the entire forest could hear it, and other players frequently cast surprised glances.  At this time, Lu Feng was also confused. He clearly wore a mask and hid his name. If a player saw it, yes!  mask!  He didn't think about the mask issue, and he felt so regretful at this moment.

    This time the two young disciples did not stop Lu Feng. After all, he was their master's master's friend. For people of this level, they were like VIP guests. They were not the disciples who could afford to offend them. Moreover, they looked at Lu Feng pointing behind him.  The players who pointed out obviously thought that Lu Feng had a lot of background.

    Lu Feng smiled and nodded at the two of them and then entered the refining room. As soon as he entered the corridor, he felt that the temperature in the entire corridor had risen. The weather had begun to change in autumn, but it seemed that the dog days were still here, making Lu Feng sweat drip on his temples.  The tick fell, and when he opened the door of the refining room, a burst of hot air hit his face.

    "Lord, you are here at the right time. Master and the others have reached the last level of refining the Blood Red Sword." Disciple Guo Yang, who Lu Feng could not remember, told Lu Feng. Apparently he had been working as a guard before, and he had no idea how to refine the Blood Red Sword.  He couldn't help much, and he could only gain experience as a guard. Even this treatment made him happy for a long time. You must know that if this weapon is successfully upgraded, it may become a divine weapon or even a divine weapon. This kind of opportunity is not something you can just encounter.  Encountered, but he never thought that if the weapon failed, a weapon that had been promoted to a color weapon before, and also failed to be forged once, if you want to be promoted to a divine weapon or even a divine weapon, it would take more than just 100% in the data.  The best chance of winning doesn't depend on Guo Yang's qualifications, the most important thing is luck!

    The atmosphere was very tense at this time. He saw that Yue Ming was holding a composite gem in his bare arms, but at this time the composite gem had turned into small pieces. It had obviously been divided by Yue Ming, and Nangong Jing's clothes  She was already wet, showing her perfect figure to the fullest, but no one paid attention to admiring her figure at this time. They all looked at the blood-red sword. Nangong Jing was holding a bottle in his hand for no apparent purpose, and Guo Yang was wearing a leather jacket.  Wearing an apron, he was holding a hammer and clanking a blood-red sword. His face was not as playful as usual, and his whole body was full of attention, making his image much taller.

    "Mountain Spring Dew!" After Guo Yang's voice said, Nangong Jing's small bottle was poured on it. Because the blood-red sword was hot all over the body, the mountain spring dew was poured on it with a "squeaking" sound, and soon the small bottle of mountain spring dew was gone.

    "Mountain Spring Dew can better integrate composite gems and weapons!" Disciple Guo Yang saw Lu Feng's confusion and explained in a low voice.

    "Lord's blood!" Guo Yang hit the blood-red sword hard, but did not stop forging because of the request. Nangong Jing took out a vial, which was what Lu Feng had exploded after killing Wang Tianyi, and saw the blood pouring into it.  After the blood-red sword, the sword body began to become like blood, and then it spread to the hilt. At this time, the blood-red sword emitted a dazzling blood light. Lu Feng watched from the side and was secretly stunned. He did not expect that a simple weapon refining could be like this.  From the scene, it seems that there is no lie in the art industry. If Lu Feng refines the weapons himself, he believes that the failure rate can reach 200%!

    "Composite gems!" Guo Yang's voice was a little anxious. At this time, Yue Ming didn't sprinkle a handful of composite gems on it, which was ice cream. Instead, he waited for Guo Yang to smash the composite gems on the blood-red sword each time, and then put the second one on it.  This goes on and on until there are no more composite gems in the hand.

    "The last blow, I hope it will succeed!" After saying this, Guo Yang swung the hammer, and the momentum coming out of the hammer was very vigorous. Although Guo Yang did not know martial arts, at this time he was like a martial arts master.  Lu Feng felt that this blow contained a lot of power. Only then did he notice that the hammer was engraved with various patterns. The silver hammer was like a work of art. It was obviously not a street vendor. No wonder it could produce such a big hammer.  Formation.

    "Boom!" The hammer hit the blood-red sword, and suddenly the blood-red sword made a sound like an explosion, and then the light shone brightly, making it impossible for everyone to look directly at the blood-red sword. Even Lu Feng could only close his eyes.  Looking at it, the air was filled with the smell of rust, which was caused by the iron pins that had been splashed just now.

    "Failed?" Guo Yang muttered to himself as he looked at the blood-red sword lying there quietly.

    "You tried your best, the lord will not blame you!" Nangong Jing comforted Guo Yang in a soft voice.

    "Hey, I just said the theory is 100%Success is different from operation. Obviously we are not lucky enough!  "Yue Ming also sighed.

    Lu Feng was staring at the blood-red sword at this time. After Guo Yang's forging, it had been combined into a sword. It was no longer the second-rate sword. He was not angry because of the failure. After all, he had just seen Guo Yang's efforts with his own eyes.  Moreover, there is no way a sword can compare with Guo Yang and the others. After all, no matter how powerful the Blood Red Sword is, it is still a dead thing. However, Guo Yang and the others are the core power of Dragon Language and are also three living lives. He is not a martial arts idiot who has to let them go.  Guo Yang and the three of them paid for the blood red sword with their lives.

    "Thank you for your hard work, you three. Maybe this is the number of days." Lu Feng's words woke the three of them up. Only then did the three of them realize that Lu Feng had arrived. In fact, Nangong Jing had already arrived. What he said just now was also deliberately said to Lu Feng.  , but Lu Feng didn't complain about this at this time. He just hoped to prevent Guo Yang and the others from feeling too uncomfortable and condemning themselves too much.

    Touching the blood-red sword with his hand, Lu Feng couldn't help but think of the time when he first entered the Dragon Whisper Forest. There were so many memories on this sword. He still remembered that Guo Ruo died for them, and he still remembered that he went through the test and became the lord.  It was the first time I said goodbye to Guo Ran. I still remember him using the blood-red sword to fight monsters and level up when he met Leng Ming. I also remember the blood-red sword¡¯s great contribution during Public Enemy. It would be a lie to say that Lu Feng is not sad, just like you.  There was a mobile phone that he had in hand, but suddenly he lost it one day. At this time, Lu Feng lost his handy weapon, which was even more tragic than losing his mobile phone.

    "Hiss!" Lu Feng touched the blood-red sword and accidentally cut his finger with the tip of the sword. Blood dripped down his finger and onto the sword. The already calm blood-red sword suddenly trembled, and the light lit up again. This time it wasn't like that.  A dazzling light, the blood-red light was very gentle. Everyone saw that the blood-red sword began to light up, but it did not light up. After all, it was not an electric light or a revolutionary leader. At this time, the blood-red sword gave people a sense of mystery, and the entire sword  Feeling blood flowing through her body, Nangong Jing felt nauseated. After all, she is a woman. No matter how old she is, no matter how brilliant her career is, she is still very fragile.

    "Successful! Blood sacrifice! It's a blood sacrifice! Why didn't I expect that the lord is still so powerful!" Guo Yang flattered Lu Feng and he was immediately embarrassed. That was his skill. This was really a blind cat who had encountered death. If he hadn't been right  The blood-red sword is nostalgic. If the finger hadn't touched the tip of the sword, then the blood-red sword might have been thrown into the package as waste.

    "Is it a divine weapon?" Guo Yang was a little afraid that the Blood Red Sword would fail, so he didn't dare to take a look in person, so he could only ask the person involved, Lu Feng.

    "Well, it's an artifact!" Although Lu Feng deliberately concealed his emotions, everyone could hear the excitement in his words. This scene was so good that Guo Yang was sweating in his heart. He was really worried that the Blood Red Sword would fail. Lu Feng was furious.  Whatever happened to him, now that there is a happy ending, he can rest assured, and the key is that he can continue his underground affair with Nangong Jing.

    "Thank you! Thank you all!" Lu Feng said to Guo Yang, who looked nervous, and then bowed to the other three people. After all, he didn't know what kind of reward he would give to the other party, and he believed that the other party would also  He won't, and only in this way can he deeply express his gratitude at this time.

    After an interlude, time passed very quickly. Lu Feng returned to Longyu Forest and first went to find Guo Yang. After all, his blood-red sword was still reunited with Guo Yang. It is estimated that Guo Yang and the others had already completed their reunion at this time.  Feng expected that his blood-red sword would appear majestic in his hand, but he thought that there was a chance that it might still appear as a stump with the middle parted in his hand. With this mentality, Lu Feng arrived at the blacksmith shop.

    "Look, isn't that the kid who was pulled out and beaten up just now?" A player said in a low voice, but if his voice was louder, the entire forest could hear it, and other players frequently cast surprised glances.  At this time, Lu Feng was also confused. He clearly wore a mask and hid his name. If a player saw it, yes!  mask!  He didn't think about the mask issue, and he felt so regretful at this moment.

    This time the two young disciples did not stop Lu Feng. After all, he was their master's master's friend. For people of this level, they were like VIP guests. They were not the disciples who could afford to offend them. Moreover, they looked at Lu Feng pointing behind him.  The players who pointed out obviously thought that Lu Feng had a lot of background.

    Lu Feng smiled and nodded at the two of them and then entered the refining room. As soon as he entered the corridor, he felt that the temperature in the entire corridor had risen. The weather had begun to change in autumn, but it seemed that the dog days were still here, making Lu Feng sweat drip on his temples.  The tick fell, and when he opened the door of the refining room, a burst of hot air hit his face.  A rush of hot air hit my face.

    A wave of hot air came to my face.

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