Chapter 1275, Qi Zong’s attitude
After Lu Feng and Ning Xiang were brought to the living room, not long after, three shirtless men wearing leather pockets walked over from a distance.
The three of them all had very short hair, and their bare-chested skin was shiny and shiny with large beads of sweat. They looked like they had just come out of the furnace in the refining room.
The leader walked up to Lu Feng, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Bao Xiuwu. The hall master is making a sword and it's inconvenient to leave. Why are you here?"
Lu Feng stood up and responded: "Your Excellency rescued my disciple in the Sword Ruins. He prepared a small gift and came here to express his gratitude and take him back with him."
As he spoke, he took out three iron lumps the size of his head from the container.
'Qiankun West Iron, Dragon and Tiger Gold Essence, Cutting Steel Treasure Sulfur Stone! '
The three big men stared at the same time, and then showed eager smiles. They had not seen such rare weapon refining materials for many years. Even if any piece of it was taken out, it would be comparable to the best in their hall. What a precious material, and three pieces appeared at the same time.
The leader's voice trembled with excitement, "I don't know who your disciple is. I will go and bring him here."
Another companion next to him said a few words.
The smile on the leader's face suddenly froze, and he said softly: "Hurry up and call the hall master."
After speaking, he smiled at Lu Feng and said, "Your Excellency, please wait for a moment until my master comes."
Lu Feng frowned and asked, "Is there any difficulty? Is my disciple still okay?"
"Well, well, well," the leader of the big men responded with a smile, "It's just that the person who rescued the noble disciple was not the master of my hall, but the master of the sword hall. Someone has been sent here to invite him."
Lu Feng instinctively had a flash of doubt in his heart, but considering the reputation of the Qi Sect over the years, he had behaved decently, so he didn't think too much about it at the moment and casually put the three pieces of weapon refining materials on the table aside.
Although such materials are extremely valuable to the Qi Zong, they are nothing to him. They were all obtained conveniently when gathering resources in the Sword Ruins, and there are still many in the Qilin Ring.
While waiting, the leading man took the opportunity to ask: "Does the Renxin College where you belong really possess the secret method of nine lines of elixir condensation? Are you willing to pass it on to the world?"
Lu Feng smiled calmly: "Now that the news has been spread, it is true. On the day when the sect is opened, any powerful person who comes to congratulate us can take away the method of condensing the nine lines of elixir."
Hearing this, the big man's face suddenly became three-pointed with joy. With his current strength, although he cannot benefit from the blessings of the Nine Lines Condensing Pill, his descendants, the young children who have not yet condensed the pill, and the new disciples are all. There is still a chance that their future will be even more exciting than mine.
Another big man was very moved when he heard the conclusive news. If the descendants of Qi Zong can condense the nine-marked soul pill, they will definitely have more powerful power. In the future, they may be able to create more outstanding weapons and promote Qi Zong. Prestige.
At this time, a rough figure came back from outside the clan. The figure was about forty years old, with a shaved head, a pair of sharp and cold eyes, and beards on both sides of his cheeks, showing a somewhat vicissitudes of life.
The hurried figure suddenly froze as he passed the reception hall, and then his eyes widened as he quickly rushed into the hall, pointed at the three pieces of weapon refining materials on the table, and asked: "Is this Where does this baby come from?”
The original smiles on the faces of the two big men became stiff after this person appeared, and their expressions were full of embarrassment. Facing the words of the rough figure, they bowed their hands and saluted, saying "Master of the Sword Hall".
Lu Feng heard that the person he heard was the Master of the Sword Hall, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The two people had clearly claimed to have sent people to invite him before, but how could they come back from outside now?
Could it be that he wanted to hide it from this person and swallow his materials in other ways?
In surprise, another figure walked out from the back of the hall.
He is also about forty years old and has a bald head. Unlike the sword hall master, this man does not have stubble all over his cheeks, but has a mustache. Because there is no hair on his head, these two thick The black mustache is extremely conspicuous, like two open guillotines, making his whole face look very majestic, not angry but powerful.
Thanks to the invitation from Bao Xiuwu and the other two, Lu Feng knew this person's identity, and he was the master of the Sword Hall.
"What's going on?" The Master of the Sword Hall looked at the appearance of the Master of the Sword Hall, thinking to himself that such a treasure might fall into the hands of his Sword Hall again, and his expression, which was already showing some vicissitudes of life, became even more gloomy.
After the Sword Hall Master came to the hall, he did not immediately respond to the Sword Hall Master's words. Instead, he looked at the three treasures on the table carefully, with a look of satisfaction and joy on his face.
Then he spoke to the Master of the Sword Hall: "Renxin Academy has come to ask for someone, so why don't you send back the boy you rescued in the hall?"
The Master of the Sword Hall's face condensed, and he withdrew his eyes from staring at those treasures intentionally or unintentionally. He asked Lu Feng with a bit of displeasure, "Are you here for Xiao Man? Who are you?" people?"
Bao Xiuwu quietly interrupted at the right time: "He is my master."
When the Master of the Sword Hall heard the word 'master', his face became even more ugly, and he said bluntly: "You are too young and incompetent to teach Xiaoman with such a strange physique, and ask him to switch to our sect. Under the sect, he will definitely be able to train him to become the most outstanding weapon-refining master of our sect in recent years."
"Don't insult my master!" Ning Xiang, who had always been obedient and silent, couldn't help shouting with her hands on her hips. Worried about Man Zhongli's anxiety and anger after hearing this, she was so anxious that she couldn't help but stand up for her master and said with an emotional expression. : "If it weren't for the master, Brother Aman and I would not even have the strength to reach the Dan Condensing Realm. If he didn't know how to teach us, no one in the world would know how to teach us, let alone a bad old man like you. Well done Brother Aman!"
The Master of the Sword Hall snorted angrily, pointed at Lu Feng and scolded: "You are so insignificant, is this the disciple you taught?"
Lu Feng defended with a cold face: "Is the Master of the Sword Hall not clear about the situation? Why didn't you talk about it? I am the master of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and she is my direct disciple. According to seniority, she is the same generation as you!"
The words are neither fast nor slow, but there is a domineering and fascinating tension!
"That's right!" Ning Xiang raised her neck subconsciously, feeling proud, but then she thought about how she was suddenly the same generation as the bad old man in front of her, and she felt a little nervous and flustered. This sudden seniority was too high.
The Master of the Sword Hall saw that the junior brother on the other side had an extremely ugly face, and warned him: "I came to thank you and pick up the person according to the sect's rules, and I gave you a lot of gifts. Don't lose the dignity of our sect. Go and bring the child back." To others.”
Hearing such commanding words, the Master of the Sword Hall suddenly felt annoyed and said dissatisfied: "You and I are both Hall Masters, and it's not your turn to give orders here. The person is saved by my Hall, and I have the final say on how to deal with it! "You!" A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the Master of Knife Hall. Seeing that the momentum was not right, he was about to make a noise to the point of taking action as before. As his soul consciousness was running, he motioned to Bao Xiuwu on one side and ordered him to go and invite him. The old master.
Lu Feng coldly looked at the Master of the Sword Hall's unwillingness to surrender, raised his hand, and put the three pieces of precious materials on the table into the container to prevent any subsequent impatient actions from affecting others, and then sternly reprimanded him. : "What do you mean by the words of the Master of the Sword Hall? Are you trying to rob the disciple by force?"
The Master of the Sword Hall said solemnly: "Prove to me that you are qualified, capable, and able to teach him well. If not, even if I fight to leave the Qi Sect, I will never let a gifted being like Xiaoman work for you. Ruined!"
"How to prove it?" Lu Feng asked with a cold face. Seeing that he did not hesitate to leave the sect but also want to keep Man Zhongli, he couldn't help but realize how much he valued Man Zhongli and knew that he could not compete with the rules of the sect, otherwise he would be afraid It will be self-defeating.
The Master of the Sword Hall said: "You should also know that Xiaoman, with his special strength, is born to be a good talent for refining weapons. He only comes across this once in a hundred years. Given time, he will definitely achieve greatness. You can take him away, unless you can Better than me at refining weapons!"
Lu Feng's face darkened. Although he had half of the weapon refining experience left by Ou Ye Longping, the person in front of him was at least one of the top ten weapon refiners in the soul master world today. He wanted to refining weapons in a short time. It is simply impossible to defeat him all the way.
Ning Xiang was dissatisfied and shouted: "You are so shameless! You can compete with my master in setting up formations! What kind of hero can you be if you make things difficult in the areas you are good at!"
The Master of the Sword Hall glared at Ning Xiang, but didn't pay much attention to it, and continued: "The process of refining a weapon involves one strength, two fires, and three eyes. The soul master has enough strength and knows how to measure the fire, so he can decide what to make. As long as you are better than me in these two points, I believe you can teach him well."
Lu Feng's expression softened a little and he said bluntly: "Are you going to compete in strength? Should you do it yourself or send someone to do it?"
Although the strength of the Sword Hall Master was slightly higher than his own, Lu Feng was still confident that he would not lose to him in terms of strength.
The Master of the Sword Hall sneered: "The power of refining weapons depends on priorities, and it is not just about strong strength alone. That is brute force and cannot be used to make a weapon."
He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, "Come with me to the martial arts arena. There are iron bags used by our sect to train disciples' strength. If you can catch all the iron bags I throw, you will win."
Ning Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a matter of picking up a few iron bags. It wasn't too difficult to think about it. Such projects often appeared in their daily training, and the master should be able to handle it easily.
But when she came to the martial arts field and saw the stacked iron bags that were several times larger than the ones they used for training, and even comparable to the small cauldron used for refining medicine, Ning Xiang's face couldn't help but darken.
Look at those iron bags, which are like giant steamed buns. They are piled here and there on the edge of the martial arts field. There are hundreds of them. Judging from the arrangement, it is obvious that their weights are different.
"Master~"
"Xiao Xiang'er~"
At this time, Man Zhongli's voice of excitement and surprise came from another entrance of the martial arts arena. He was brought here after being summoned by the master of the sword hall.
Look at the "guarding" posture of two big men, one on the left and one on the right.
It seems that the Master of the Sword Hall did not intend to send him back, but wanted him to witness the battle so that he could know who was stronger and weaker between himself and the original master, and who was the most suitable choice for him.
