Turkey sent Ling Fei back to the blacksmith shop again, and Qian Xiaoqin was cleaning up the messed up things in the blacksmith shop.

This silly woman had not had time to clean up her house, but she had to clean up her first.

Seeing Ling Fei coming back, she immediately ran to Ling Fei.

"Where are you? I'm so worried about you."

Ling Fei looked at her face, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, which made Qian Xiaoqin feel inexplicably scared.

"What's wrong with you?"

After looking at Qian Xiaoqin for a while, Ling Fei said:

"Nothing, I just want to remember what you look like."

Qian Xiaoqin's face turned slightly red. Just as she was about to say something, Ling Fei bypassed her and turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Although Qian Xiaoqin has helped him clean up a lot, the blacksmith shop is still very messy.

Ling Fei didn't care about those things, and he filled the stove with charcoal fire again.

This charcoal fire is actually the most expensive thing in this blacksmith shop. All of them are flame crystal cores extracted from the center of the earth.

In this world, no one else can do this except he knows this kind of spell.

Scarcity is precious.

Moreover, only this kind of charcoal fire can cause damage to the Xuanyuan Holy Sword.

After the fire was ignited, Ling Fei took out the Fantian Seal and Xuanyuan Holy Sword and began to build the Holy Sword again.

Today is different from usual. Ling Fei feels that the feeling of transforming the gods in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Every time he dropped his arm, the sword body of Xuanyuan Holy Sword would tremble violently, because he was not only striking the Fantian Seal with pure power, but also using his powerful mental power at the same time.

The power of the second transformation of gods is getting closer and closer, and Ling Fei's mental power is getting stronger and stronger, and the perception of life in his heart is constantly increasing.

Qian Xiaoqin, who was standing on the street, looked at Ling Fei with a look of at a loss, not understanding what was going on with him like this?

She looked at the turkey, but the turkey shrugged, saying that she didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, a group of people rushed over from the corner of the street.

The person in the lead looked like he was in his thirties, with two small mustaches on his face. He had a long scar on his face, which was connected from under his left ear to his nose.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

When the turkey saw it, he immediately walked forward.

"What do you want to do? Brother Fei is busy, no one is allowed to disturb me. Otherwise, I will step over my turkey."

The scar man carried an iron rod and came to the turkey, and he smashed it down with an iron rod.

"Cao.! I'm back to Brother Fei. I'll let you crash."

Turkey's face changed. He didn't expect that the other party would take action so quickly. The speed of the iron rod was surprisingly fast, leaving only a afterimage in the air.

Turkey thought, it's over, I'm going to be finished this time.

But the next moment, the turkey's body instantly retreated and avoided the attack.

Turkey was a little confused, and the other party was also a little dumbfounded.

"Hmph! No wonder I dared to be so arrogant. It turns out that I had a few tricks. Unfortunately, I was against our Zhao family and my ability was simply not up to the forefront."

Turkey didn't agree. He knew that Ling Fei saved him just now.

Ling Fei was sprinting the iron, but he was able to save himself in an instant from such a distance. This is enough to prove that his strength is so powerful that it is unreasonable.

At this time, the crowd behind the Scar Man gradually separated and formed two teams. A middle aisle slowly walked out, and an old man with gray hair was gray.

Although they were old, their eyes were still shining.

It can be seen that this old guy is not an ordinary person either.

He slowly walked to the front with a crutch. The scar man immediately retreated respectfully.

"Old Zhao, why are you here in person? Didn't I say that I will definitely settle these two people."

Old Zhao glanced at him and snorted softly.

"Hmph. My grandson was broken by someone, and my granddaughter was killed in the office. Do you think I didn't come out in person. Is it worthy of being their grandfather?"

The words were filled with a strong murderous aura. It seemed that the next moment, he was about to peel off someone's bones.

He walked forward and the turkey immediately blocked it again.

"Stop, I said that no one is allowed to step forward without Fei Ge's order."

"Hmph! Ignorance child, even my way is hard to stop, it's simply a search for death."

After saying that, the crutch in his hand swung quickly, and the speed was faster than the scar man just now!

This time, Ling Fei did not take action to save the person. He had reached a critical moment, and a stream of powerful forces seemed to be gathering at his feet from all directions.

The solid wood crutch was whipped hard on the turkey.

With a "puff" sound, the turkey flew backwards.

This Mr. Zhao is actually an innate cultivator!

When he beat the turkey, Mr. Zhao snorted lightly and looked at Ling Fei who was smacking the iron. A very disdainful expression appeared in his eyes.

"Hmph! It's mysterious."

After saying that, he took another step and walked towards Ling Fei. The turkey suddenly got up and pounced on Mr. Zhao again, but was kicked away by Mr. Zhao again.

Old Zhao glanced at him disdainfully and continued to walk forward, but just before he had just walked past Turkey, the turkey hugged his legs again.

"Get out, the bones are quite hard. I want to see if it is your bones or my crutches!"

He once again harshly, picked up the crutch and beat the turkey.

"Puff~."

Every time he beat him, the turkey would spit out a mouthful of blood. At the beginning, he still grabbed Mr. Zhao's trouser legs tightly.

But soon he couldn't hold on, and the force on his hands gradually loosened. His head slowly hanged down.

The scar man behind him and his little brothers all showed hideous and fierce smiles.

"A fool. Just because he is a little garbage, is it worthy to stop Mr. Zhao's pace?"

"Just. He doesn't urinate, look at his own appearance. How many people in Wanghai City dare to go against the Zhao family? They are looking for death!"

Qian Xiaoqin was almost frightened. She didn't understand why Ling Fei was indifferent to this, but she seemed to vaguely see that Ling Fei must be at some critical moment now.

That's why Turkey tried so hard to protect him.

Turkey's hands finally relaxed, and his eyes seemed to be no longer alive.

The Xuanyuan Holy Sword in Ling Fei's hand was finally completely smashed at this moment.

His eyes suddenly burst out with a very cold light, as cold as the stars in the sky, despising all things in the world.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul in his body was slowly getting bigger and gradually filling his body!

"Pooh!"

At this time, Old Zhao kicked away the turkey like a dead dog, his face turned fierce again, and he walked towards Ling Fei with a big stride.
Chapter completed!