Godly Empress Doctor

The old man of Huyan heard the words and couldn't help laughing out loud.

This little girl is really ...

He almost believed.

Feng Wu is so speechless ...

She is really good at the refiner. Although she has few opportunities to do it, her theoretical knowledge is really solid.

Since they are like this, then Fengwu is not asking for it anymore, he said, "Don't regret it anyway."

Hu Yanyi Chen smiled: "You girl is so funny to talk to, like an adult."

Feng Wu spread his hands.

"Hey, I finally got a blood, don't need to ask you, hum." Hu Yanyi Chen Chongfengwu made a face.

Feng Wu didn't have time to ignore him.

Hu Yanyi Chen and the old man of Hu Yan are busy working in their own hands.

One is Jiyang Xuancha, a half-step holy class.

One is the Flame Gun, Holy Class.

Feng Wu's eyes fell on the scrap iron in the corner again ...

Hu Yanyi Chen glanced at Feng Wu: "Just like it? Since you like it, should you play it?"

Feng Wu: "Isn't this your pillar of shame? Are you sure you don't want it?"

Hu Yanyichen was bruised with a forehead on his heart, and he hummed away: "I don't want to ignore you!"

Feng Wu chuckled.

At this moment, Hu Yanyi Chen did not occupy the workbench, so Feng Wu really picked up the three pieces of black iron and put them in the stove beside it for refining.

When Hu Yanyi Chen saw her awkward look, she could only shake her head with a bitter smile.

Refining is a class that looks at both talent and qualifications. This girl looks at neither talent nor qualifications ... but let her play casually, just like a little girl playing with mud, Hu Yanyichen thought in her heart .

At this moment, Feng Wu didn't want to expose her aura before she saw Brother Huyan, but now she needs the arm of caution.

Facing Hu Yanyi, the half-step holy weapon that he refined, glanced at Feng Wu, he ran to the old man in front of Hu Yan to show it.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what do you think of my Xuanyang Xuancha?"

The old man of Huyan glanced at Hu Yanyichen with admiration.

His little grandson was able to make half-step holy weapons at a young age. Such strength can support half a small weapon shop, and even if he died, he could stare.

However, although he was always comforting in his heart, his face was still deliberately indifferent, and said lightly: "I can barely get into the eyes, and I need to work harder! Your ancestors have been able to refine the Holy Order at your age. And you have been refining many times before you are lucky to make a half-step holy class. You are too far away from your ancestors, you know ?! "

Hu Yanyi Chen was humbly educated and said he knew.

The little tail that was raised just now was photographed by the old man of Huyan in such a short time.

He was a little disgusted, showing a loss of energy.

Just then, Feng Wu beckoned to Hu Yanyi Chen: "Hey, come here, come here."

Hu Yanyi Chen lifted his feet and walked over, unhappy: "Why?"

Feng Wu: "I teach you to make half-step god-level weapons."

hiss……

Hu Yanyi Chen looked at Feng Wu with the same mental retardation.

Feng Wu's serious face: "I'm not kidding you."

Hu Yanyichen: "..."

Feng Wu: "You help me iron, you'll know when you look back."

Hu Yanyichen looked at this little girl with a headache, hey, forget it, she doesn't look back without hitting the south wall, and see how she wants to play.

Next, Hu Yanyi Chen was turned around by Feng Wu's instructions.

Let him add iron powder for a while, let him explode, and let him cool down for a while ...