Strongest War Chant

0"Bastard, you're the one who wants to go on a blind date." Master Feng turned around and shouted with his eyes wide open. His wrinkled face seemed to be covered with skin care, and under the light of the lamp, it was slightly illuminated.    0

    

Wu Shuang couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing again. He pointed at Master Feng and laughed to the point that he was bemused. "You, hahaha, you, you're putting on makeup, are you?"    

    

"AHH!" Master Feng wiped his face in anger and shouted as he slammed the table, "Little girl Jiang, Little girl Jiang, come out! Come out quickly!    

    

"It's here, it's here." Jiang Ning, with messy hair, stained body and thick glasses, ran out holding a beating heart. She looked very similar to Master Feng.    

    

"Call me out, what …" Jiang Ning saw Wu Shuang and immediately screamed. She immediately lost the heart in her hand and quickly wiped her hands on the apron in front of her. "Wu … Wu Shuang, when did you arrive?"    

    

"Hehe, I just arrived too. It looks like you've already gotten Master Feng's true inheritance?" Wu Shuang joked.    

    

"It's just a piece of fur, nothing more." Master Feng Qiang said, "I saw that this girl was diligent, so I upgraded her to assistant."    

    

Jiang Ning smiled shyly and whispered, "Wu Shuang, I didn't expect you to come. I didn't dress up. Y-you sit down first. I'll clean up here."    

    

"There's no need to go through all that trouble. I still have things to attend to later, so I won't be staying for long." Wu Shuang waved his hand. "Hyper-magic Void Ring" gave off a faint light and three vouchers appeared in his hands.    

    

Master Feng, I have three exchange vouchers for Excellent Level Equipment, I am about to go on a mission in Area W, I would like to trouble you to customize three pieces of equipment for me, for the extra expenses, I will pay for them myself.    

    

"You are courting death by going to the front. Is that a place where you can go?" Master Feng picked up a ticket, checked it to see if it was real and said: "Holy shit, it's real, Five Forces is common, did you do well?"    

    

"Hehe, I was lucky. I went to the W region to complete the Elite Training Camp's trial." Wu Shuang smiled.    

    

"Sure, kid. You really did have some potential. Say it, what kind of equipment do you want?"    

    

Master Feng placed the securities on the table and relaxed his tone a lot. With Wu Shuang's cultivation level, being able to join Elite Training Camp was definitely because of his outstanding contribution to Human Clan. A hero should be respected.    

    

Jiang Ning who was at the side, although she did not know the concept of Elite Training Camp, she had heard of the terror of area W. As a battlefield where Human Clan and Demon Beast clashed, a large amount of lives would be lost every second.    

    

She could not understand why he would risk his life just for a test.    

    

"Wu Shuang, do you have to participate in this test? It's too dangerous. Even if you don't think about it for yourself, you still have to take responsibility for your uncle and aunt. " Jiang Ning advised excitedly.    

    

Her parents had died under the claws and fangs of the Demon Beast, so she didn't wish for the one she loved to repeat the same mistake.    

    

This time, without waiting for Wu Shuang's reply, Master Feng angrily scolded: "Shut up, what do you know? The Elite Training Camp's test is not child's play, if he can't die, can others? Someone has to sacrifice themselves for the Human Clan, could it be that those martyrs are all fools? "    

    

"Yes, I'm sorry." Jiang Ning instantly burst into tears and ran into the room at the back.    

    

"Jiang Ning!" Wu Shuang wanted to chase him, but Master Feng grabbed his wrist and said, "Ignore her. Let her cry. A guy who doesn't know anything."    

    

"Master Feng, Jiang Ning is just young. If she wasn't trying to destroy the Demon Beast and take revenge for her parents, why would she become a Heavenly Sound Master?" Wu Shuang gently got rid of Master Feng's shackles and walked into the room.    

    

The workshop's inner room was where the materials were processed. In simple terms, it was the dissecting room. At this moment, Jiang Ning was slapping and sobbing on a metal table. The sound of footsteps came from behind her, causing her body to tremble slightly.    

    

"Jiang Ning, you …" As soon as Wu Shuang said this, a delicate figure jumped into his arms. Jiang Ning hugged his body and buried her face in his chest. After a moment, she raised her head and said, "Wu Shuang, I like you."    

    

Wu Shuang was stunned for a moment. Looking at Jiang Ning, who was covered in tears, his heart wavered for a moment. In the end, he steeled his heart, rubbed Jiang Ning's head and said, "Silly sister, I like you too."    

    

She shook her head and forced a smile, "Hmm, Wu Shuang, I'll let you watch a joke. Haha, let's go. You still have work to do, I'm fine."    

    

Wu Shuang nodded, patted her on the shoulder and turned around to leave. Jiang Ning followed him and sighed.    

    

"Master Feng, let's continue." Wu Shuang replied, "I have a damaged piece of equipment. Please help me check if it can be repaired. In addition, I don't have enough manoeuvrability. I hope that I can get a pair of highly mobile battle boots to assist me."    

    

After the death of the Spirit King, the various abilities of the "vengeful spirit Spell Armor" had been greatly weakened. In addition, the armor was severely damaged, so if he could repair it, then it would be for the best. If not, then he would need to find a replacement.    

    

Wu Shuang took off the 'vengeful spirit Spell Armor' and handed it over. At first, Master Feng didn't care about it, but after he saw the musical notes engraved on it, he immediately shouted in anger, "What the hell are you doing? A good ancient weapon was ruined by you."    

    

"This is an antique. Don't you understand? It's a pity, a pity." Master Feng touched the damaged part on the top regretfully, just like an angry father.    

    

Wu Shuang smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, I don't understand, so do you think it can be fixed?"    

    

"Others might not be able to handle it. If it's me, then you should prepare a billion spirit points. Don't think that it's too expensive, changing your King grade equipment is the same price." Master Feng's eyes lit up as he said, "Watch carefully, I want to transform it into a demonized weapon!"    

    

Demonized Weapon Blade! Wu Shuang's heart skipped a beat. Jiang Ning forgot her previous displeasure and walked over with a fiery face.    

    

Putting aside her feelings for Wu Shuang, she was still a gifted armoured master. Even though her skills were lacking, her enthusiasm for forging Warsong Outfit did not decrease in the slightest.    

    

"Master, can Warsong Outfit really be transformed into magic weapon?" Jiang Ning asked excitedly.    

    

"Hmph, if it's any other weapon, of course it wouldn't work, but this..." Master Feng's fingertip suddenly formed a melody. It seemed like he casually tapped the "vengeful spirit Spell Armor". Immediately, a ghostly light appeared on the surface, as if it was resisting something.    

    

"This one has an undissipated soul attached to it. It shouldn't be a problem to change the weapon!"    

    

"The soul that has not dissipated? Could it be a Spirit King? " Wu Shuang's heart suddenly rose, "Master Feng, this soul could be a vengeful spirit that was deposited here. Can you save it?"    

    

Master Feng shook his head, "If it's dead, it's dead. But during the forging of the Demonification Equipment, it's simply fusing the soul and the weapon together into a new entity. To say that life is too reluctant, it's at least an activated creation."    

    

"Alright, then I'll be troubling you." Wu Shuang did not have no regrets. From the moment the Spirit King risked its life to save him, in his heart, it had already changed from a servant to a friend. Unfortunately, it still had to bid farewell to this friend …