The whole world became deadly silence at this moment. Everyone looked at Feng Jingcen, who was holding a divine sword in mid-air. The corners of everyone's mouth twitched a little, and they were speechless for a while.

"Lost...failed, this is not a spiritual weapon at all, this power is probably a grade weaker than a spiritual weapon!!"

"Oh, it's a pity, it's really a pity, judging from the power of this sword, I'm afraid that the distance to the spiritual weapon is a slight gap, it seems that the spirituality is a little bit worse."

"Yes, based on my years of experience, the spirit of this magic sword should be formed, but it hasn't fully stimulated its spirituality. It can only be regarded as a half-step spirit weapon at best!"

"Hey, what's the use of a half-step magic weapon? Although there are two more characters, this thing is really not a magic weapon!"

"That is natural, so much material was wasted for nothing, but in the end only such a semi-finished product was refined, this...what is this called!"

"It's okay, don't say anything, I haven't seen Deacon Feng's face already dark..."

After a short silence, the crowd below suddenly began to discuss violently. None of the people present were mediocre. Everyone had no eyesight. They saw clearly that Feng Jingcen’s sword was definitely not a spiritual weapon. The power that should be issued.

They were able to be invited by Feng Jingcen to try their swords. Naturally, they were friends who had a fairly good relationship with Feng Jingcen. Some of them even provided materials for Feng Jingcen's sword practice. At this moment, seeing Feng Jingcen failing to practice the sword, they were naturally not too emotional. it is good.

Everyone knows that if Feng Jingcen can really refine the spirit weapon and divine sword, then the group of them is really different.

"Asshole, it took so long and so much refining, and finally refining such a piece of rubbish, thief god, are you taking this seat for fun?!"

At this moment, in mid-air, Feng Jingcen, holding the magic sword in his hand, also recovered from his lack of consciousness. He roared angrily, and while roaring, the half-step magic sword in his hand kept cutting out, despite its power. Not as good as the spirit weapon, but it is really amazing.

No one is more sad and depressed than him. In order to refine such a spiritual tool, the value of the refining materials and various spiritual veins that he lost will not be less than that of a spiritual tool, or even more than one. A magic weapon!

Originally thought that he could be famous for relying on the skill of refining spiritual weapons, but now it seems that the secret method of refining spiritual weapons is simply dazzling, at least it is absolutely impossible to refine spiritual weapons.

Others can't feel it clearly, but he can clearly feel that although this divine sword in his hand does have a hint of spirituality, the spirituality in it is simply unimaginable.

If you compare the magic sword to a normal living being, then the sword in front of you should be a vegetative or a brain-dead vegetative!

"Everyone, I made everyone laugh today. It seems that today's Sword Sword Conference can only end here!!"

After venting, Feng Jingcen's mood was a little slow, and he fell from the air and arched his hands at the crowd, his face inevitably a little embarrassing.

He was really confident this time, and there was absolutely no mistake. It can only be said that his refining method is still a little bit worse, and it is simply not up to the point of refining spiritual weapons.

"Don't say that, Lord Deacon, to the point where you can refine an ordinary weapon into a half-step spiritual weapon, Lord Deacon has really done a good job."

"It is true. Looking at our Fujia Chamber of Commerce, no one has ever been able to raise an ordinary magic soldier to a great level. The deacon is already a precedent!"

"Yes, yes, so, we still have to congratulate the deacon..."

Seeing Feng Jingcen's expression of silence, everyone present inevitably couldn't help but uttered words of comfort.

Everyone is in the same camp, and Feng Jingcen is their sought after boss. At this time, the boss is depressed, and they always have to find a way to comfort the other party.

"Hahaha, let's do it, although this seat failed, it is not impossible to fail. Let's stop here for today's affairs. There is nothing to appreciate with this broken sword. Let's go away first!"

Hearing the relief from the people around him, Feng Jingcen tried hard to squeeze out a smile to make him look less depressed, and then he gave the crowd a guest order.

He is really not in the mood to talk to these people more, after all, so many losses, no matter who it is replaced, there is no reason not to be distressed.

"Well, if that's the case, then we will retire first, and come back to greet the deacon in the future!"

"Yes, yes, let's say goodbye first and go..."

Everyone understood Feng Jingcen's mood, and knew that the other party was not in the mood to entertain everyone at this time, so they hurriedly bowed their hands, and immediately turned and flew away one by one, and went back to their respective stores.

"Really, it's really unfavorable for the passing years. I don't know which nerve is going wrong. I actually believed in this spiritual enlightenment art. Isn't this lifting a rock and hitting myself in the foot?!!!"

When everyone left one after another, Feng Jingcen stood on the top of the mountain, no longer caring about his image, took a sip, and at the same time raised his hand and took out a broken scroll of animal skin, which he used to refine the spirit weapon. A Ling Jue!

He obtained this by chance before. He originally thought it was a great luck, but he didn't expect to fall into the pit. This time the loss may take at least a few years, or even more than ten years, to make it back.

"There is also this thing, a nondescript inferior product, it is simply a stain on my life, just destroy it!!"

Turning his gaze to the half-step magic sword in the other hand, Feng Jingcen became more and more angry as he looked at him, thinking in his heart, he was holding the sword in front of his chest, holding the hilt in one hand and the tip of the sword in the other. Actually want to break the Excalibur!

The half-step magic weapon, the toughness is still a bit worse, as long as he runs all the power, it can really break the divine sword!

"Hehe, such a good Excalibur, do you want to ruin it like this? Wouldn't it be a pity?"

However, at the moment when Feng Jingcen wanted to destroy the sword, he chuckled and suddenly heard from a distance. Before the sound fell, two figures of a man and a woman floated from a distance, and they arrived in the blink of an eye. Nearer.

"who?!"

Seeing the two figures appear in front of them while they were talking, Feng Jingcen, who was in a bad mood, turned dark and shouted angrily.

"Deacon Feng stays safe, little girl Qin Lu, I wonder if Deacon Feng still remembers the younger generation?"

Hearing Feng Jingcen's unfriendly roar, the woman among the people raised her eyebrows and smiled, hurriedly owed her to the former, very respectful and authentic.

"En? The girl of the Qin family? Is it you?!"

Her complexion was stagnant, Feng Jingcen immediately recognized the woman among the people who came, who else was not Qin Lu, the eldest of the Qin family?

"It's rare that Deacon Feng still remembers the junior, and the junior is really fortunate for three lives."

Seeing Feng Jingcen recognizing herself, Qin Lu's smile became brighter.

She was originally worried that the other party would not remember herself and might cause unnecessary misunderstandings, but now that the other party remembered herself, things would be much easier.