3809: The Arm of Discipline (1)

The Arm of Discipline (1)

Huyan Yichen was frustrated.0

He shook his head repeatedly. "I don't believe it. I don't believe it's the drawing of the arm…"

Feng Wu couldn't care less about his mood and began to order him around.

Huyan Yichen said, "I don't believe that this drawing can be used to build the arm."

Feng Wu said, "Alright."

However, Huyan Yichen was genuinely curious. Could she really make the arm of discipline?

In the end, he couldn't fight back his curiosity and started working on it for Feng Wu.

With Feng Wu around, he didn't have to worry about not doing a good job.

Because if she didn't do it right, Feng Wu would smack down with the ruler.

"Ouch! That hurts! Why did you hit me?" Huyan Yichen gave Feng Wu a pleading look.

Feng Wu said solemnly, "You'll thank me in the future. Keep going!"

Feng Wu was very strict, but Huyan Yichen was still a little inferior in his cultivation level, so he was having a hard time. He had to follow Feng Wu's instructions every single time before he could move on to the next step.

Maybe not for the time being, but in the future, Huyan Yichen would be so grateful to Feng Wu that he would almost kneel down.

Feng Wu had Huyan Yichen build one component after another.

Huyan Yichen didn't see any hope and was frustrated.

A few days later, Huyan Yichen finally met all Feng Wu's requirements. He stuck out his tongue and was exhausted.

"I'm exhausted." Huyan Yichen let out a breath of relief. "You've made everything you need, haven't you? Is that enough?"

Huyan Yichen gave Feng Wu an aggrieved look.

Feng Wu had been giving him pointers over and over again in the past few days, and Huyan Yichen wasn't an idiot. On the contrary, he was a very talented refiner and had long seen through Feng Wu.

She couldn't have done it by accident but had to be someone with real talent.

At that thought, Huyan Yichen couldn't help but glance at Feng Wu. The girl was so young, but she was already so capable. That couldn't be…

Huyan Yichen looked at the iron platform again. If these parts were put together…

Under Huyan Yichen's gaze, Feng Wu began to combine the parts.

Just then, old Huyan finally finished working on his Flaming Spear and wrapped up.

He carefully examined the sacred weapon he had made himself.

It was the second sacred weapon of his life, and the first one was without a doubt Strike One.

Old Huyan thought that if other people knew that he had such a sacred weapon, many masters would come to him for it. The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became.

He glanced over in passing and saw that Huyan Yichen was still standing there, so he walked up to him.

Old Huyan was about to scold his grandson when he saw Feng Wu assembling some spare parts.

This girl's hands were so steady!

She was as good as a refiner at his level!

Old Huyan was about to say something when he saw the spare parts in Feng Wu's hands.

He wasn't looking at how the parts were put together, but what they were made of!

"Is that divine iron?" Huyan's eyes lit up.

Huyan Yichen nudged him. "Grandpa, stay out of my way."

He moved closer to Feng Wu as he spoke, fearing that he would miss a single step.

He had a feeling that if he missed this chance, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

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