Technology Cultivation System

"You don't care, I care!"

Meng Changkong said with a livid face, "That's my girlfriend!"

The man protected his body with Genesis Qi in time, so he only took a few steps back and was not injured.

He didn't expect Meng Changkong to make a sudden move, and a sullen look appeared on his face.

But at this time Fu Shuyao also came out of the villa with a gloomy expression.

The man looked at Fu Shuyao, and immediately smiled, "Student Fu Shuyao, I am Luo Feiyu from the Forging Institute."

Fu Shuyao didn't expect that she would be so popular in school. It seems that in order to be able to practice quietly in the future, this problem must be completely solved today.

She came directly to Meng Changkong's side, smiled at the people around her, and said softly, "Let me solve it."

Meng Changkong nodded, looked at Luo Feiyu and said, "If someone doesn't listen, I'll take action."

Fu Shuyao smiled, turned around and listened, and her face pulled down, "Senior, I'm sorry. I already have a boyfriend."

"And you must have heard about what happened this morning, so if you continue to entangle, it will not be good for you, what do you think?"

Of course Luo Feiyu had heard about the glorious deeds of Qin Tian and Hong Meng.

But he felt that he didn't do anything, and he didn't force him, even if the school came forward, he couldn't do anything to him.

That's why he dared to make such a high-profile confession.

"Student Fu Shuyao, maybe you don't know me, it doesn't matter. You can get to know me slowly when you have time in the future. In this school, apart from our dean, I'm the only one who talks about forging skills."

Luo Feiyu said proudly: "So as long as you promise to give me a chance, I can give you a pair of double swords."

As he spoke, he took a sandalwood box from the person behind him, opened the lid, and there were two swords from the Earth Realm inside.

"This is a gift I specially prepared for you, I hope you like it."

The people around suddenly exclaimed.

"Senior Luo has spent a lot of money. This pair of swords is probably worth more than 200 million Yuan coins."

"Last time, the source device that my senior helped me build was not even one-tenth of these two swords. That girl is so lucky!"

"I'm so envious. If someone can bring out such an origin device and give it to me, I will agree on the spot."

"I agree with it too! Who is not tempted by this, and Senior Luo's future is sure to be bright, and I am very happy to be able to marry him."

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Just when a group of people expected Fu Shuyao to throw off Meng Changkong's hand and agree to Luo Feiyu's confession.Fu Shuyao didn't even look at the sword, and said directly: "Senior, please respect yourself!"

"Please take the gift back."

Luo Feiyu didn't expect that this pair of swords worth 200 million Yuan coins could not move Fu Shuyao's heart, so he was stunned for a moment.

He said cruelly, "Sister, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, this pair of swords was made for you anyway. I will give it to you for free."

As long as Fu Shuyao accepts the pair of swords, she will not be able to refuse when he invites her to dinner or something.

Luo Feiyu had a good plan in mind.

Some girls next to him were a little jealous of Fu Shuyao, and said sourly: "Senior Luo is really too warm."

"I didn't expect Senior Luo to not only have strong blacksmithing skills, but also have such a warm heart. I'm so happy to be with him."

Fu Shuyao's expression changed slightly, and just as she was about to refuse, Meng Changkong blocked her.

He said unceremoniously: "What kind of rubbish are you, and you have the nerve to give it away? You don't feel ashamed and panic, but I feel ashamed."

"Please don't insult my girlfriend with that kind of rubbish?"

???

Rubbish?

Luo Feiyu's face turned livid, and the people behind him quit.

If the double swords in Luo Feiyu's hands are rubbish, then the ones used by most of them are even worse than rubbish.

"Fuck, boy, you are too arrogant. This is a sword worth 200 million origin coins. How dare you call it rubbish? Then you can show us something that is not rubbish."

"I don't think he even has garbage. If you want me to say, even you are a drag on classmate Fu Shuyao."

"That's right. Hurry up and take the initiative to give up your seat. Don't be ashamed here."

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Meng Changkong smiled faintly, and said to the group of mocking people, "What's the matter with you? A group of people who have never seen the world actually treat this trash as a treasure."

"I think you'll be like this for the rest of your life."

"Today I will show you what a real treasure is!"

He remembered that he had forged two swords in his technological furnace, the time should have come, and he forgot about it after a busy day today.

At this time, someone stood up and sneered: "You can take it out better than this thing, I will just walk around the school on my head for a hundred laps!"

Luo Feiyu also showed sarcasm on his face. He now represents the highest level of Jiangchuan University's blacksmithing technique. He doesn't believe that Meng Changkong can come up with a better source weapon than this.

And if Meng Changkong didn't bring out two swords, he could also say that these two swords were made by Fu Shuyao, a special position, which was much more sincere than Meng Changkong's.

"Shuyao, wait for me a moment."

It was inconvenient for Meng Changkong to enter the space generator here, so he went straight back to the room, opened the space generator and got in.

Jinxiu inside saw Meng Changkong coming in and hurriedly said, "Meng..."

As a result, as soon as he said a word, Meng Changkong went out again with the technological stove in his arms.

Jinxiu's face turned red, she had reached her limit.But seeing the barrel beside her, she would rather suffocate to death.

Naturally, Meng Changkong didn't notice Jinxiu's embarrassment, he hurriedly carried out the technological furnace, and directly took out the pair of swords.

As a result, the sword fell into his hand, and Meng Changkong only felt his hands sink. With a bang, the two swords were inserted straight into the ground. The entire body of the sword did not penetrate the ground, leaving only the hilt on it.

"Fuck! This is too heavy. Who can swing this shit."

Meng Changkong felt a little embarrassed, if he took this out, he would be ridiculed to death.

At this moment, a mechanical voice sounded from the technology furnace: "Congratulations to the host for successfully forging two spirit swords, and there are still two scabbards that have not been claimed. As long as you put a spiritual brand on the sword, you can use it freely."

"These two spirit swords can continuously improve their strength as the user nurtures them, and they can exert even greater power when the sword spirits are cultivated."

"Remember their names, Mantang, Shuanghan."

"Mantang, Frost Cold."

Meng Changkong read it once and remembered it.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

Good name!

In Fu Shuyao's hands, these two swords will definitely display their power.