A classic on refining ancient armor. Qin Fengming's heart began pounding the moment he heard this.
It was said that in ancient times, besides cultivating their own secret arts and magic treasures, cultivators also possessed an extremely important auxiliary treasure for combat—the art of armor.
When the art of armor reached its pinnacle, it was said that even a Core Formation cultivator wearing armor of immense power could fight a Nascent Soul cultivator without falling behind. Such heaven-defying treasures had once been extremely common in ancient times.
But by now, this secret art had long since vanished. Even the ancient sects had never heard of any surviving records. Qin Fengming had never expected the Young Island Master of Myriad Spirit Island before him to say something like this.
"Does the classic on refining ancient armor you mentioned truly exist?"
At that moment, Qin Fengming was not the only one who was greatly shocked. Huang Xuzi and the Wen brothers, standing in the distance, also underwent a drastic change in expression. Yet the three of them did not fly over.
The early Core Formation cultivator before them possessed numerous strange arts and treasures. If he thought they intended to seize them and suddenly unleashed a technique, it would be no laughing matter.
"Young Master Qin is right. This Qin truly does possess a classic on refining ancient armor. So long as Young Master Qin agrees to this Qin's request, I will definitely present it with both hands."
"Very well. So long as what you produce is indeed the method for refining ancient armor, this Qin guarantees the Young Island Master's safety."
Qin Fengming moved a finger, and a streak of spiritual power shot out, lifting the restriction on Yan Xiongfei's body.
With Qin Fengming's methods, he naturally had no reason to