8 Master Hao Zhou

"Come in. So, Cao Wang remembered to find a helper for me!" An old voice came along with the heat.

Zhang Long turned around and glanced at Fei Hong: "Junior Brother, let's enter."

When Fei Hong walked to the door and saw the house sign hanging, his excitement suddenly dissipated.

"Refining Room".

That elder Cao Wang, even arranged for me to work as a blacksmith?! Fei Hong felt disappointed, but had to follow Zhang Long in. After passing through the main hall, there were two corridors before them. The two walked into the one on the left and opened the door inside. What appeared in front of Fei Hong was a room with simple decorations. Facing his bed was a black-haired old man who was meditating and adjusting the rhythm his breath.

"Disciple Zhang Long, meet Master Hao." Zhang Long bowed and said.

Fei Hong also hurriedly followed suit, but didn't know what to call the old man.

"Well, you mean, this kid raised the stone lion at the door?" Hao Zhou asked as he opened his eyes and looked at Fei Hong.

"Yes uncle Hao, Junior Brother Fei Hong indeed raised the stone lion."

Hao Zhou nodded: "Well, I see. Zhang Long, you can go back."

Zhang Long bowed to bid farewell to Hao Zhou, then winked at Fei Hong. Slowly, he walked out of the door.

"Fei Hong, do you know what you need in order to be my disciple?" Hao Zhou waited for Zhang Long to go out and slowly got off the bed, shocking Fei Hong. This old man was a little bit short, but had strong limbs.

"Going back to Master, the disciples are in the realm of cultivation for the first time, and I also ask Master to make it clear." Fei Hong was not stupid. He knew that this short man would be his master in the future.

"Yes." Hao Zhou was very satisfied with Fei Hong's attitude: "You saw it when you came in. I am here in the refining room. Follow me and you will learn the top refining skills of Wuzhi Dynasty. Before that, I need to..."

As soon as the voice fell, Hao Zhous suddenly moved. A pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from the long sleeves and went straight towards Fei Hong's chest. Fei Hong instinctively twisted to the left. He didn't know whether the palm of the Hao Zhou was just a fake move or not, but he didn't want to be on the receiving end. With a roar, Fei Hong suddenly lowered his body, shocking Hao Zhou. However, the strength of Hao Zhou was too much higher than Fei Hong. Hao Zhou's hands that stretched out suddenly retreated, grabbing Fei Hong's chest, and lifting him up! Fei Hong just let the powerful motion of Hao Zhou controlled him before throwing him out of the door.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. You'll stay in the little room next to you. Go and rest. Come to the refining room tomorrow morning to see me." With the old voice of Hao Zhous, the door was also closed.

Fei Hong got up from the ground with a bitter face, and walked into his cabin, tried. On the table in the house, there were a few side dishes and a bowl of rice, which moved Fei Hong greatly. Immediately, his impression of Master's Hao Zhous changed to an incredible one. He quickly sat down at the table and gobbled the food all up.

Hao Zhou sat on the bed again, waved off the oil lamp, and whispered to himself in the dark. "This kid has such a weird physique. If I hadn't use a great percentage of my power just now, I might have lost face. But, with such a strong body of this kid, it would be great if he could it as a vessel for refining..."

Early the next morning, Fei Hong got up early and saw a package hung at the door. He took it and took a look at it. It was a Sacred Swords disciple's costume and a Angong waist badge with his name imprinted on it.

Fei Hong couldn't help himself from getting excited again. He knew that he was now a new disciple of the Angong mountain. In joy, Fei Hong took off his original clothes to change, but suddenly heard a popping sound, as if something had fallen on the ground.

He leaned over to look for it in a hurry, only to see a golden ring falling to the ground with a very obvious Angong mark engraved on the ring.

"What is this?!" Fei Hong asked himself, stretching out his hand to pick up the ring. He felt a trace of coolness at the tentacles, and his mind became sober in an instant. He looked at the ring, thinking that he didn't see it in the package just now. Could it have dropped from his clothes?

After thinking for a while, he stopped thinking of why. Seeing that it was not early, Fei Hong hurriedly changed his clothes, put the ring in his arms, went out into the corridor on the right. He opened the door, and the familiar heat rushed over.

Fei Hong was a little disoriented. So, he waited at the door for a while before walking in slowly. He saw that there were almost twenty cauldrons used for refining in this room. Walking inside, he saw a huge operating table, where master Hao Zhou was refining a long sword by hammering it.

Fei Hong stood behind Hao Zhou and didn't bother him.

After half an hour, Hao Zhou stopped, turned around and said to Fei Hong, "Try it."

Fei Hong nodded, took a black coat from Hao Zhou's hand and wrapped it around his body, picked up the short hammer and slammed it on the long sword!

The long sword hadn't cooled down at this moment, but it was hit by Fei Hong, sparks appeared, and a depression suddenly appeared on the body of the sword!

Hao Zhou's face turned green, and he glared at Fei Hong: "Have you eaten too much for breakfast?! What a reckless man you are. Do you think you can only rely on brute force for refining?!"

After that, Hao Zhou took the long sword from Fei Hong, who was ashamed, and threw it into a cauldron burning beside him. Then he sat in front of the cauldron and stretched out the big rough hands to start the tempering.

This long sword was just an ordinary weapon. After half a cup of tea, Hao Zhou started to open the burner. The long sword that had just been damaged by Fei Hong had returned to its intended shape, intact.

Fei Hong stood aside conscientiously, not daring to speak. Hao Zhou turned his head and glared at him again: "Follow me!"

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