My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 350 It May Depend on Luck
In the evening, when I had dinner, I didn't see my wife.

On the way back to the house, passing the lake pavilion in the mansion, I saw the beautiful figure in white clothes standing on the tip of the pavilion, surrounded by a pale golden halo.

Qin Feng had some impressions of the golden light. Back then in Wan Jianzong, the lady opened the heaven and earth hegemony testimonial, and after surviving the life-killing thunder, the golden light shone down.

According to the master, it is the breath left over from the ancient times.

The night wind blew and lifted the beauty's hair.

Under the pale white moonlight, Liu Jianli was so beautiful that she was not like ordinary people.

While the latter was breathing, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and the water vapor transpired like jade beads, floating up, reflecting the moonlight and shining brightly.

After a long time, the water drops fell into the lake again, and the golden light around Liu Jianli also slowly faded away.

She opened her eyes and immediately sensed Qin Feng's presence. Her vermilion lips curled up, and then her toes landed gently beside Qin Feng.

"When did you come back?"

"It's been a while since I came back. I saw you were practicing, so I didn't disturb you. Have you eaten yet?" Qin Feng asked.

Liu Jianli shook her head slightly.

Seeing this, Qin Feng scolded: "People are like iron and rice is steel. No matter how important your cultivation is, you must not forget to eat. If you want to eat anything, I will make it for you."

When Liu Jianli heard the words, she suddenly remembered the time in Jinyang City. The steaming bowl of noodles still made her unforgettable.

Perhaps from then on, there was another person in her heart.

"I want to eat noodles." Liu Jianli said softly.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment: "Okay, I'll feed you next time."

In the room where the two lived, Liu Jianli was holding a noodle bowl, and his eating movements were still extremely elegant.

After the other party finished eating the noodles, Qin Feng took out a few round beads with fluorescent light from his arms and placed them on the table.

"What is this?" Liu Jianli asked curiously.

"This is the Lingzhu, which is formed by the gathering of spiritual energy. You said before that if you want to step into the second rank, you need to constantly absorb spiritual energy.

This thing is of great benefit to you. "

The biggest inconvenience of coming to Fengtian City is that without the support of Juling Formation, the family members will be much slower in cultivation.

Before Qin Feng came here, he also thought about whether he should follow the same pattern and set up a spirit gathering array in Fengtian City, and collect some spiritual energy and transfer it to the Qin Mansion.

After all, Fengtian City is the place where the most dragon veins gather, and the aura it can attract is naturally far from comparable to that of Jinyang City.

But after careful consideration, he dismissed the idea.

Fengtian City is no better than Jinyang City. It is under the foot of the emperor, and mysterious bosses emerge in endlessly.

If the matter of stealing spiritual energy is discovered, one will lose his head if he fails to do so!
And because of Xiaobai's existence, he can go back to Jinyang City regularly to get spirit beads and bring them back for his family to absorb, so there is no need to take such a big risk.

Liu Jianli took the Lingzhu and held it in his hand, and the Lingzhu dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Feng was shocked. To him, a spirit bead can be absorbed for about a month, but according to the speed of the lady, it may be absorbed in one night.

In this case, the few spirit beads given just now are not enough for the lady.

Take out all the inventory in the Sumeru Ring, and if you look at it carefully, there are 34 in total.

"It's a good thing that before I left, I secretly squeezed Xiaobai's labor behind Sister Mo's back." Qin Feng was secretly thankful, and then took twenty more out of them and pushed them in front of Liu Jianli.

For the remaining ones, he will distribute them to his second brother, Heitantou and Ningshuang, and then keep a few for himself.

"Use these first, and I will go back to Jinyang City to get some later."

"Thank you."

On the second day, Qin Feng brought Ningshuang to Shengongfang again, and then handed over the address and design drawings of the restaurant to Huoyuan.

The latter obviously didn't expect the restaurant to be selected so quickly, and his expression was a little stiff when he took the things, and he was going to improve the flying wing!

"I have the written evidence made yesterday, do you want to go back on your word?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.

"How could it be, Master Qin, I'll take someone to repair the restaurant for you, and I promise to finish it as soon as possible!" Huo Yuan patted his chest to guarantee the ticket, then turned and ran away.

It seemed that he didn't want to delay a minute or a second of effort.

The matter of the restaurant was handed over to the gang of scroll kings in Shengongfang, and Qin Feng could rest assured.

But he didn't leave immediately, instead, under the leadership of one person, he saw the old man in the attic.

As soon as you stepped into the hall, a burst of hot air hit your face.

Qin Feng even thought that he entered the sauna room.

Sweat fell from his forehead in a short while, and even Ningshuang, the sixth grade of Shenwu, was flushed by the heat.

But looking at the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expression was normal, he was tinkering with the objects in his hands, constantly putting them together and melting them.

"With such a high temperature, Mr. Yuan didn't even shed a drop of sweat?" Qin Feng was a little surprised.

Only those high-quality warriors can control the body to such an extent.

Opening his pupils and looking into the old man's body, the majestic golden energy almost blinded his dog's eyes.

Qin Feng discovered an astonishing thing, the vigor in the old man's body was stronger than that of his own wife. Doesn't that mean that the cultivation of the old man Yuan Zhai is likely to reach the peak of the third rank, or even the second rank?
Sure enough, to be the owner of the God's Workshop, how can it be a fuel-efficient lamp.
Elder Yuan put down the object in his hand, turned his head and looked over: "What do you want me to do?"

Qin Feng replied: "I want to borrow a refining room from the old man, and then ask for some materials."

After saying this, Qin Feng handed out the list of materials in his arms, and the items on it were written according to the formulas of the gunpowder that he remembered.

In this era, gunpowder has not yet been invented. The old man glanced at the materials above and frowned: "What do you want these things for?"

"The junior has an idea in his mind, which can fuse these things together to create a powerful and lethal thing."

"Treasure?" Yuan Zhai looked sideways.

Qin Feng shook his head: "I named that thing gunpowder. It doesn't need Wen Qi, Yin Qi or strength to activate it, and ordinary people can use it."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhai showed a strange expression. He didn't ask any more questions, but lowered his head and continued to tinker with the objects in his hand, and said, "There are many empty refining rooms on the second floor of the attic. You can find one at will. That’s right, I’ll let someone bring the materials you need over there.”

"Then thank you, Mr. Yuan." Qin Feng clasped his fists and was about to take Ningshuang away, but he suddenly thought of something and asked again: "Is the refining room strong enough? , the commotion may be relatively large.”

Yuan Zhai raised his head: "How big can it be?"

Qin Feng stroked his chin and gave a strange answer: "I don't know exactly how many juniors there are. It may depend on luck."

The old man pondered for a moment, then changed his words: "Then go to the attic on the first floor, the refining room marked with a red fire sign at the door, it is strong enough to withstand the full blow of a fifth-rank martial artist."

It should be enough to resist the full blow of a fifth-rank martial artist. Qin Feng nodded and left.

(End of this chapter)