Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Qin Molin didn't give her time to question, approached the refining table without saying a word, didn't reach for a hammer, and only put on a pair of fiery red metal mesh gloves.

Without a hammer?

Feng Xingying was curious.

Qin Molin Refiner, she hasn't seen it yet!

According to Qin Molin's strength, the level of the refiner should be good.

Her master Lihuang Tianzun does not have an ontology, not even a ghost image. All Feng Xingying's refining tools are based on graphic records and descriptions and instructions from Li Huangtianzun.

She has never really seen a master craftsman yet.

But Qin Molin is a little different.

He is not like Feng Xingying, he needs to work hard to hit himself with a small hammer like a coolie.

He just condensed his spiritual power into slender fire ropes, and each fire rope was wrapped around a hammer handle.

The next steps are really like a fantastic feast.

Dozens of dazzling silver smelting hammers were started at the same time, and they beat on the same spar with rhythm, and they would not conflict with each other.

If Feng Xingying had been hammering a person with a hammer before, then Qin Molin is now dozens of people making a magic weapon at the same time.

The tinkling sound, such as pouring rain falling on the continuous roof tiles, is very spectacular.

A moment later, the hammer stopped abruptly.

It's like a dream end, nothing ever happened.

Feng Xingying opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Qin Molin.

Is he still human? It's just a monster!

Qin Molin also had a good opinion of the young boy Ye Xing who was full of sunshine. He patted his shoulder like a big brother.

"Don't look at it, the saliva is almost here. The elder brother has the master and it is not your turn."

"Too great, teach me, teach me. You are my brother, you are my brother!" Feng Xingying was almost drooling!

Qin Molin laughed softly and couldn't help but bounced the boy's forehead in front of his eyes.

His body is covered with beauty and sunshine, which makes one can't help but like it.

Is this fate?

Do you need a reason to like someone?

No need!

Just like Qin Molin, who hated any woman approaching that day, the first time she saw Feng Xingying, she hugged her uncontrollably. If not, Feng Xingying's medical skills awakened him with Qin Molin's strength. Then she ate Feng Xingying. She couldn't struggle at all.

Maybe they are already together, right?

But if other women were there that day, Qin Molin would not eat, not even approach. Because although he is often tortured by demon blood, one thing has never changed, that is, even if the demon blood attacks, he will not tolerate anyone close to his body for half a point, regardless of men and women.

Feng Xingying is the first exception.

Ye Xing is the second.

He called his brother, he felt quite comfortable, and even felt the urge to recognize the younger brother.

He picked up the spirit sword on the refiner table and handed it to Feng Xingying's hand: "Take it back and study slowly."

"No, how do I study it myself? I can't learn it at all." Feng Xingying froze. Qin Molin's inhuman refining method can be seen and understood? Is there such a good thing in the world?

"A hammer must be grasped by hand. Do you want to learn ten?" Qin Molin chuckled.

In a seemingly ridiculous word, Feng Xingying realized the most basic things from it.

If you want to learn this type of refiner, you must first learn to control the hammer with spiritual force, not your own hand. Just like learning to run, you have to learn to walk with your feet first.

Feng Xingying's eyes lit up.

Qin Molin touched her little head with approval: "When you think you need advice, come to me again."