Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Ning Yangqiang suppressed his embarrassment and bowed his hands respectfully.

"Master dare not be, call me Old Man Peng. What are you doing here to find me?"

The visitor's eyes lit up, but he said flatly.

"Master Peng, I want to practice the technique of refining tools from Master Peng."

Ning Yang lowered his head slightly and bowed his hands respectfully again.

"Ok?"

As if unable to believe his ears, Master Peng narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the boy in front of him.

It's not handsome, it's just a middle-upper look.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, at the elementary level of the supernatural power realm, I don't know what realm the supernatural power has been cultivated to?

What is this misty and hot breath?It feels a bit familiar.

"Phantom Fire?"

Master Peng suddenly opened his squinted eyes and looked at Ning Yang with shining eyes.

"Does this old man have any strange hobbies?"

Ning Yang was startled by Master Peng's sudden behavior, and the thoughts that flashed in his mind made him feel goose bumps.

"Come in."

Master Peng calmed down and opened the wooden fence.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, but after he didn't sense any maliciousness from the other party, Ning Yang took advantage of the situation and walked in.

Master Peng did not lead Ning Yang into the house, but came to the hayloft next to it.

This straw shed was similar to what Ning Yang had seen before. It was an open-air forging room.

There is a black stone platform in the middle of the straw shed, the height of which is only about Ning Yang's waist.

But the forging platform did not have a blower, which was different from what Ning Yang saw in the Ningfu Zhubing Pavilion.

Many weapons were stacked randomly in the corner of the straw shed. Ning Yang looked at it, but immediately stunned.

The weapon pile in the corner was shattered with light of different lengths, the short ones were only inches, and the long ones had a ruler.

All treasure soldiers!

Ning Yang was a little dizzy.

In Ningfu, all the treasure soldiers are properly kept in the family treasury. There are separate shelves for regular maintenance.

Here, they are piled up in the corner like a clutter, so casually, as if they don't care at all.

Is this the Middle Thousand Realm?

"God... God soldier?"

Suddenly, Ning Yang exclaimed as if seeing something.

It turned out that there was a small pile of debris beside the pile of debris, with only a dozen weapons.

However, the light of these weapons is like breathing.

Ning Yang was completely stunned, thoroughly feeling the gap between the small thousand world and the middle one.

The Ning family didn't know how many generations they had accumulated before they accumulated five magic soldiers. There were a dozen or so pieces stacked here, or they were piled up like debris in the corner.

"cough!"

A heavy cough sounded, awakening Ning Yang from the loss of consciousness.

At some point, the two had arrived in the center of the straw shed, before the black forging platform.

"Put your phantom fire out and have a look."

There was a little tension in Master Peng's voice, as well as a little anticipation and recollection.

Ning Yang was taken aback by Master Peng's words, and took three steps back abruptly, and a hot wheel appeared on his feet, ready to escape at any time.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you, I just want to see the strange fire that I have been searching for and cannot get, and it has a lot to do with your practice of refining art.

Master Peng didn't make any movements, but explained with a little emotion.

As if feeling the sincerity in Master Peng's words, Ning Yang walked to the forging stage again.

Glancing at Master Peng again, Ning Yang waved his right hand, and the phantom fire in the sea of ​​consciousness followed his arm and sprayed out of his palm.

"Wow!"

The chixu-high cyan flame suspended quietly on the forging table, burning quietly.

"I knew it! It turned out to be Phantom Fire!"

Master Peng suddenly became excited, his face flushed, and his hands waved wildly, seeming to be overwhelmed with excitement.

"Unfortunately, my original core has been ruined, otherwise..."

After the excitement, Master Peng seemed to be thinking of something, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

Ning Yang stood by and dared not speak.

"God-given opportunity, god-given opportunity!"

After the gloom, Master Peng became elated again.

Looking at Master Peng, who was extremely unstable, Ning Yang began to wonder if he had found the wrong person.

"Do you want to practice the technique of refining tools with me?"

As if remembering that there was another person next to him, Master Peng calmed down immediately, with his hands on his back, and asked in a deep voice.

At this time, a strong majesty exuded from Master Peng.

"Yes!"

Although I have only seen a small part of Master Peng's forging scenes, Ning Yang knew that Master Peng was enough to be a teacher of his own craftsmanship.

Chapter 62-Forging Stream First