Godly Empress Doctor

As soon as Feng Wu hesitated slightly, Hu Yanyi Chen lingered on Feng Wu: "Anyway, you are not the blood of the Phoenix, so you can give me a bowl of soup.

Xiaofeng Wu, who was several years younger than Hu Yanyi Chen, said with a cold face: "No."

"Cut ~" Hu Yanyi Chen glanced at Feng Wu: "No, just a little bit of blood.

Feng Wu; "You have the ability to grab it."

Hu Yanyichen: "My dear, can I do such a thing? Huh!"

After speaking, Hu Yanyi went out in the morning air.

Before Hu Yanyi Chen went out, Feng Wu also shouted: "Fake black iron in this corner, do you sell me?"

Hu Yanyi Chen waved his hand: "You take it, you take it away!"

After that, the silhouette of Hu Yanyi Chen was gone.

Feng Wu got Hu Yan Yichen's words, didn't stop, and went straight to the pile of abandoned black iron.

She crouched down, staring at those black irons, looking at them from time to time, carefully looking at them in the sun, and from time to time there was a radian in the corner of her mouth.

Hu Yanyi Chen went out, but the old man of Hu Yan didn't. He saw Feng Wu doing this, frowning slightly, and he was curious again.

"Little girl, what are you busy with?" He asked in a voice.

While staring at Xuan Tieshi, Feng Wu said earnestly: "One of these Xuan Tie is real and can be used to refine the arm of instruction."

puff!

Old Huyan almost didn't laugh.

He has nothing to do, it turns out that this girl ... how can it blow?

When you see Feng Wu, you must say carefully, the old Huyan waved his hand: "You squat and play, old man, I will continue to work."

With that said, the old man of Huyan went to his iron platform and started to play iron smelters.

Feng Wu had long noticed the double-armed weapon that had been burned in the stove before.

It was a red-flame rifle with a material that was half-step god-level, but only refined a saint-level weapon.

Pity……

Feng Wu secretly said in her heart that if in her hands, the chance of refining the half-step **** level was as high as 90%.

When Feng Wu sighed, the old man of Huyan gave her a suspicious look, and asked Feng Wu: "What are you sighing, little girl?"

Fengwu was worried that the old man of Huyan would smash the weapons with good materials, and he could not help saying: "If you put explosive flames on the red flame gun, you can make a half-step god-level weapon."

The old man of Huyan glanced at Feng Wu, shook his head, and said nothing.

"What's the little girl film know? Just talk nonsense." The old Huyan pouted. "How does the explosive flame melt in? It's impossible."

Feng Wu: "Otherwise I'll try it?"

The old Huyan refused: "You little girl don't understand anything, do you hold the hammer? Try it, and don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue."

Feng Wu looked at the old man in Huyan: "Really don't try?"

The old Huyan shook his head directly.

Feng Wu: "The material of your red flame gun is hard to come by. Don't try this time. When you are refined into a holy weapon, you have no chance to change it."

"Yo, the little girl also knows that the sick red flame gun is a holy weapon?" The old Huyan couldn't help but glance at it.

Before Feng Wu spoke, a voice rang out from the door.

"How does she know what sacred level god? This is not what I said before, Grandpa, you have refined the King of Swords of the Absolute King. The sword is of sacred level. What about level. "