Chen Feng couldn't have imagined that putting on this completely attributeless red belly pocket would prompt him whether to hide his name! Originally, putting the belly pocket on his face was just a self-comforting behavior of Chen Feng, but now it's okay, the name is hidden, and the little eyebrows and eyes are exposed, and it is estimated that no one will recognize it!

Throwing two four-grade spiritual weapons into the copper dingzhi, watching the spiritual weapons turn into molten iron, and constantly fuse and squirm, Chen Feng's mood also became nervous, after hundreds of failures, Chen Feng urgently needed a successful smelting to comfort the deeply initiated little liver. Bubble * () must also take a good luck color head to rush to rejoice after the curse of decay is lifted, otherwise, Chen Feng is afraid that even if the curse of decay is solved, he will still be unlucky!

The unlucky people are like this, they suffer from gains and losses! It is also very superstitious.

"Ding! Congratulations on the successful smelting, and congratulations on obtaining the five-grade spirit weapon. ”

This system prompt was like a heavenly sound, and Chen Feng suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, which was a body reaction of joy to the extreme!

Chen Feng held the fork-shaped five-grade spirit weapon high, and looked up to the sky with a wild laugh: "Ahahaha!" It worked!! The old succeeded! Old is no longer unlucky!! Hahahaha! Belly Pocket, I love you! ”

"Neurotic!"

"Isn't it just a five-grade spiritual weapon, and I laughed and cried! Brain-dead! ”

"That's it, I still have a red belly pocket, and I'm more shameless than wearing red underwear!"

The players who were smelting magic weapons next door threw their eyes at Chen Feng, Chen Feng wiped his tears of joy and snorted disdainfully, how can these people understand the joy of luck knocking on the door after countless days of bad luck?

Keep smelting! Chen Feng threw in two four-grade spiritual weapons again, and he couldn't look down on the equipment, but what he wanted was the joy of successful smelting!

"Ding! Congratulations on the successful smelting, and congratulations on obtaining the five-grade spirit weapon. ”

"Aha!! Succeeded again!! Belly Pocket, I love you! ”

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"Ahaha!! Succeeded again!! Product! Two items!! Hahaha, what is happiness! Happiness is good luck, and the magic weapon of smelting does not fail!! Wowhaha! ”

After several smelting, Chen Feng didn't fail once! Smelt eight four-grade spiritual artifacts into two spiritual artifacts!

Chen Feng laughed wildly, which also provoked the rest of the smelting hall to watch, because it was almost impossible for the continuous smelting success to happen! Everyone wants to see what happened! Is this person with a red belly pocket on his face, what is the secret!

"Look! He threw two spiritual artifacts to smelt! ”

"Holy! The success rate of smelting the seven-grade spirit weapon is only five percent! He's crazy! ”

"Ahh He did it! No way! Equaled the record of the fairy realm smelting magic weapon! ”

"Aha!" Chen Feng held the smelted seven-grade spirit weapon in his hand, and laughed wildly again, looking at the surroundings with surprise, envy, and jealousy, this guy became more and more proud, this is the feeling of being in the limelight!

"Look! He's smelted again! ”

"I'm rubbing! He's smelting the seven grades again! Can it be successful? ”

"Holy! He did it!! No way! How many times in a row he has succeeded! ”

"***, it turns out that we are all wrong, Ya's red equipment should not be worn on the body, but on the head!"

"Pull it down! Brother has already tried to put the red panties on the head, but it doesn't work at all! I think there's a doorway in that belly pocket! ”

"I'm a XX! He wants to smelt the eight-grade spiritual weapon!! A 4% success rate! ”

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at Chen Feng and threw two seventh-grade spiritual weapons into the copper tripod, and hundreds of pairs of eyes plus Chen Feng's small eyes stared at the top of the copper tripod, the molten iron that was fused!

Everyone held their breath!

Chen Feng's mood was inevitably nervous, what he was nervous about was not the gain or loss of the spiritual weapon, but the miraculous effect of this belly pocket!

Previously, the smelting of the four-grade and five-grade spiritual weapons was successful, and Chen Feng could also attribute it to his red belly pocket, good intentions and good luck! However, the successful smelting of the seven-grade spirit weapon made Chen Feng start to consider the special utility of this belly pocket!

You must know that the success rate of smelting of the seven-grade spirit weapon is only five percent! No matter how good the character is, no matter how good the luck is, it is difficult to successfully smelt two seven-grade spiritual weapons in a row! If the smelting of the eight-grade spirit weapon is also successful this time, then this belly pocket is not an ordinary red belly pocket, but a lucky belly pocket that is red to purple!

"Ding! Congratulations on the successful smelting, congratulations on obtaining the eight-grade spirit weapon. ”

"Wow!"

Watching the molten iron turn into a pants-style piece of equipment, everyone let out an exclamation in unison!

Really successful smelting!! In the history of the immortal world, a new record for the highest level of smelting magic weapons was born! Eight Rank Spirit Weapon!

The success of the smelting did not make Chen Feng instantly happy, but made him stunned for a while, looking at the eight-grade spirit weapon floating to his hand in a daze, but his mood was a little crying and laughing!!

Who would have thought that the red belly pocket that has been kept in the backpack and has no attributes and is intended to be given to a certain beauty is actually a super lucky equipment!

The success rate of smelting the seventh-grade spiritual weapon twice is 5%, and the success rate of smelting the eight-grade spiritual weapon is 4% at one time, all with the help of this red belly pocket, and the success rate is easily smelted! How lucky you are with this red belly pocket! I'm afraid that even if the decay curse is on my body, I can put on this belly pocket, and I will be safe!

If I had known this, I wouldn't have suffered from the bad luck of the previous months!

The ups and downs of life are so unexpected!

"Handsome guy! Is the red belly pocket for sale or not? Make a price! A player said to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng glanced at him, pressed his throat and said in a thick voice: "It's like this, you also know that I'm a handsome guy?" ”

"Of course, judging by the color on the half of your eyebrows, you must be a handsome guy! Handsome guy, sell or not? ”

"Idiot! That belly pocket is so lucky that it will be sold to you? A female player pulled the man away, threw a wink at Chen Feng and said, "Macho man, how about helping me smelt equipment?" I will pay for the materials, I will pay for the expenses, and the losses will be mine, and if I succeed, I will pay you for the spirit crystal! Seven products are 10,000, and eight products are 20,000! How? ”

Chen Feng squinted at the female player, this female player is very business-minded, but unfortunately, the bid is too picky! Chen Dong exchanged the seven-grade spiritual weapon for the eight-grade spiritual weapon of the cheap god, and he had to paste another 100,000 spiritual crystals! Help this woman smelt an eight-grade spirit weapon to get 10,000 spirit crystals! When men are all her husbands?

Chen Feng sneered and said to the surroundings: "Let Jean, my lord is here today!" ”

Chen Feng also wanted to take advantage of the situation to continue smelting, but unfortunately the remaining four-grade spirit weapon was no longer enough to smelt an eight-grade spirit weapon, and it was late at night, so go back to the city to sleep in the wing, and nourish the spirit first.

"Wait!" A sweet voice came, and I saw a beautiful woman wearing a white gauze skirt and a small waist squeezing into the crowd, smiled sweetly at Chen Feng, and said elegantly: "Hello, I am Fu Ling, the ace reporter of Little Nurse Weekly, and I want to do an exclusive interview with you, I don't know if it is convenient for you?" ”

"Ace journalist? Little Nurse Weekly? Isn't it still open yet? Chen Feng was stunned, his eyes looking up and down at this so-called ace reporter.