Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 107 The Great Sumerian Hammer
"What, senior, did I hear you right, you have to refine the Fortune Spirit Treasure before you can leave here?"

"Why, is this very demanding?" Zhang Jiuya crossed his hands on his chest and said, "I have already lowered the requirements again and again. Refining the fortune-telling treasure is the minimum requirement for becoming a teacher. It cannot be lowered anymore, otherwise if you let Others know that my descendants can't even refine the Lingbao, so where should I put my face?"

"In that case, senior, farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Feng turned around and left. Since this blacksmith's shop was transformed into a black iron box, he must be able to go out.

Zhang Jiuya still crossed his arms, looked at Ye Feng with a smile, and did not step forward to stop him.

I saw Ye Feng walked to the door of the blacksmith shop, but couldn't get out anymore, his footsteps seemed to be stuck in the mud, no matter how he walked, he just stood still.

"Don't waste your time, unless your strength is higher than when I was alive, it is impossible to leave here without my permission."

"Senior, what state were you in when you were alive?" Ye Feng asked with a wry smile.

"It's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly, but it must be above the Creation Realm."

Ye Feng's heart sank continuously, and suddenly, the undead spirit flame ignited on his body, and the flame turned into a fire dragon roaring, sweeping around.

Since this is inside the black iron box, let's use undead spirit flames to force a breakthrough.

Since the black iron box can react to the undead spirit flame, then the undead spirit flame should be able to destroy it. After all, Zhang Jiuya himself admitted that Ye Feng's fire is stronger than his.

Watching the blacksmith shop turn into a sea of ​​flames, Zhang Jiuya was still smiling, with a look of indifference.

However, when he saw the Undead Spirit Flame, his face showed a trace of surprise, and he couldn't help admiring: "It really is a rare flame, I am more and more satisfied with you."

"I've offended you, senior." Ye Feng gritted his teeth, and the undead spirit flames gushed out crazily, turning into a phoenix and soaring into the sky.

However, there seemed to be a transparent barrier around the blacksmith's shop, and the undead spirit flame hit it, just like an ordinary flame falling into the water, it went out!
"This"

"Every forging master must also be proficient in spiritual formations. This blacksmith shop is my life's work. I have already set up a lot of spiritual formations around it to defend it. No flames can destroy it."

Seeing Ye Feng's dejected look, Zhang Jiuya seemed to enjoy it very much. He said, "Young people should be more optimistic and calm down to study. I see that you have a good talent, and you should be able to graduate soon."

"Soon? How fast?" Ye Feng asked.

"A conservative estimate, at most ten years will be enough. If it is the fastest, it will take at least three years. This is already very short. If others want to forge the good luck treasure, it is absolutely impossible without 50 years of hard work."

Ye Feng sat down dejectedly, and said: "Senior, I really can't wait so long, my fiancée is still outside waiting for me to rescue, if I practice here with you for three to five years, I'm afraid she will be as good as other people's children." Go make soy sauce."

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Jiuya's sly smile, and tentatively asked, "Senior, is there any quick way?"

"You are a monk, you should understand that cultivation must be done step by step, there are no shortcuts, and any laziness that was stolen when you were young will become a pit that you cannot overcome in the future."

"Senior, if there is no other quick method, I will not learn the art of forging."

"Then you can't get out."

"Hmph, don't learn even if you die, it's a big deal." Ye Feng turned his head angrily, and ignored Zhang Jiuya.

Ye Feng could tell that Zhang Jiuya was a talkative person, he didn't know if it was his nature, or because he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, he seemed to just want to chatter with Ye Feng.

"Uh"

Next, no matter what Zhang Jiuya said, Ye Feng just closed his eyes and rested his mind, and did not agree to a word.

Ye Feng knew that it was not him who was worried now, but Zhang Jiuya, because Zhang Jiuya's current state, once activated, could not be maintained for a long time.

After trying so hard to leave the inheritance, Zhang Jiuya must have wanted to see the inheritor successfully accept all the inheritance before he would dissipate. Otherwise, spending so much effort would mean wasting all previous efforts.

Therefore, in addition to the traditional method, there must be a quick way.

After a long time, Zhang Jiuya might not be able to bear this silent atmosphere, or maybe he couldn't go on chatting alone, he finally said: "I suddenly remembered that when it comes to quick fixes, there are many ways."

Speaking of this, he thought that Ye Feng's interest was aroused, so he stopped and waited for Ye Feng to ask, but Ye Feng didn't seem to hear it, and his expression and posture didn't change in any way.

"Well, I really lost to you." Zhang Jiuya said dejectedly, "There is a way. If you are lucky, it will only take a few hours, but I am ugly to say that this method is not available to ordinary people."

"Let's hear it, I don't bother to do anything that is not challenging." Ye Feng said indifferently without opening his eyes.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Ye Feng suddenly felt the ground shake. He opened his eyes and saw a huge purple gold hammer standing on the ground.

This hammer is exactly the same as the purple gold hammer seen on the pattern, except that it is as tall as half a person. The mysterious stripes can be clearly seen on the hammer. A sense of power rushes over the face, which makes people feel heavy .

Zhang Jiuya said: "This is my soul, the Haotian Hammer, which records what I have learned all my life, including forging skills and spiritual array experience."

"If you can use a life soul of the same kind and whose quality is not lower than mine, then I can use the secret method to teach you everything recorded in the Clear Sky Hammer in a way of enlightenment. Come, you can quickly master the theoretical basis, and the rest is to practice by yourself.”

"Does it have to be Hammer Life Soul?"

"Of course, forging is inseparable from the hammer. What hammer can be more convenient than your own soul? If you want to become a top forging master, the two most basic conditions are indispensable, flame and hammer."

"Well, my soul is not a hammer."

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Jiuya laughed as if he had succeeded, and said, "I know this method is not suitable for everyone, so you can practice forging here honestly, and then chat with me by the way."

"But I can see if I can build one."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Jiuya didn't quite understand what Ye Feng was talking about.

I saw Ye Feng stepped forward, holding the handle of the Haotian Hammer with one hand, and then closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a mysterious wave emanated from Ye Feng's body, as if the most primitive rule in the world had an aura of ancient majesty.

Zhang Jiuya felt that he saw the first ray of light when the world first opened, and he thought to himself: What kind of monster did I meet.

With Ye Feng as the center, the air seemed to become solidified, and then became thicker and thicker. If someone stood beside Ye Feng at this moment, they would feel an astonishing force of gravity.

On top of his head, a phantom of an iron hammer several times larger than the Clear Sky Hammer gradually condensed into shape, and Zhang Jiuya was shocked to find that under that phantom, the Clear Sky Hammer trembled a little.

Like, worshiping.

"It turned out to be an artifact!"

"Big Sumeru Hammer!"

(End of this chapter)