Chapter 477

The ghost king was stunned. His eyes almost didn't fall out.

Ji Shishi also looked at all this with a shocked face and said, "this... What is this? How can we show our images?"

"This is called Qianli messenger crystal. As long as we are within a thousand miles, we can meet at all times and places, show love, sprinkle dog food and envy those single dogs. This is the exclusive invention and patented technology for husband. Hei hei."

When the corners of his mouth turned up, Yang Feng said proudly.

The ghost king on one side heard it, but he was completely confused.

How can this be your exclusive invention? It's obviously my secret skill. Just what happened? How did he know the results of my research for more than 60 years? Moreover, he can engrave the round light technique in such a small crystal, which is much better than my secret technique. I can't do that.

The ghost king was silly. It took a long time to react. He hurriedly touched Yang Feng's arm and said urgently: "well... Great Xia Yang, you used to refine this communication crystal?"

"No!"

"What are you..."

"I just learned it!"

After blinking his innocent big eyes, Yang Feng said with a harmless face: "didn't you explain the principle of this thing just now, I tried to refine it. I didn't expect to succeed at once. It's very simple, ha ha ha!"

Poof!

A mouthful of old blood almost didn't come out. The ghost king was completely stunned when he heard him say so.

what? Just listening to me explain the refining principle, I learned it all at once? Are you special? Are you human? I've worked hard for 60 years. Do you understand at once?

What kind of savvy and talent is this, demon!

Moreover, he seems to have done more against the sky than I did. He not only refined the round light technique perfectly into the xuanjing, but also the volume of the xuanjing is so small that he even refined it in an instant. It takes me three months to refine a pair.

Suddenly, the ghost king felt his little heart twitching, almost exploding, and his self-confidence was strongly hit.

Originally, he felt that he could restore the ancient secret arts of the holy fire sect. He was an unprecedented genius. But I never thought that he was much more talented than him.

This is like the first grade in a rural primary school. Originally confident enough to test Tsinghua, he suddenly came to the key classes of key middle schools in the provincial capital and ran last.

It was a heavy blow to my heart.

The ghost King's heart was almost broken. The corners of his mouth were shriveled and he was about to cry.

It's really more than people. It's so angry. Especially compared with this monster, it has no ability to bear it. It's really easy to be depressed. Alas!

Shaking his head and sighing, the ghost king was heartbroken, but in the final analysis, he was still a generation of owls. He was just a little low and slowed down.

So far, it's no different to think more. You'd better strive for more interests.

Thinking so, the ghost King couldn't help laughing, touched Yang Feng's arm and said, "well... Great Xia Yang, you've learned my secret skill of refining utensils. Should you fulfill your promise?"

"Keep your promise? What promise?"

Yang Feng asked when he raised his eyebrows.

In a hurry, the ghost King hurriedly said, "that's your promise to give me this Dragon Robe. Didn't you say that as long as I teach you to refine this communication crystal, you'll give me the clothes?"

"Yes, I promised that as long as you taught me, I would give you the clothes, but did you teach?"

"I..."

When his beard shook, the ghost King couldn't speak for a moment.

Yang Feng laughed and said with indifference, "there are more than 4000 Dharma arrays you have. I haven't heard anything about the array order and dense structure carefully. Now I can make this messenger crystal with my talent, which has nothing to do with you."

"This..."

As soon as the corner of his mouth was drawn, the ghost king wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say a word.

Because Yang Feng was right. He really didn't tell the core secret of the weapon refining technique. People can refine the messenger crystal by their own understanding, which has nothing to do with him.

But even so, he mentioned it.

Thinking so, the ghost King smacked his mouth twice and wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he was ridiculed by Yang Feng: "Old devil, to tell you the truth, I don't like your technology. The communication crystal is so large and the construction period is so long. It's not only inconvenient to use, but also not conducive to mass production and promotion. It's small and exquisite and easy to use like me. The construction period is short, which is conducive to promotion."

"Your technology is out of date. Now I have made the chip less than one nanometer, and you are still more than 32 nanometers. It's too backward. I don't have to cooperate with you. How can I occupy the market with such backward technology?"

"Ah? I'm behind?"

The heart twitched vigorously, and the ghost king wanted to cry without tears.

Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and said faintly, "isn't it backward? You're not blind. Just look at the comparison of our products. I'm a high-tech in the 21st century. You're still in the ancient stone age. How can you compare it? By the way, do you have any other black technologies? Such as radio transmission, UFO aircraft, black soul printing, etc.?"

The head shook like a rattle, and the ghost king said there was no more. Even if there is, he will no longer contribute to avoid being copied by him.

"What else do you have to say to me? You don't have technology to share. What else do I say to you?"

He glared at him with disgust on his face. Yang Feng directly picked him up, pushed him out and ordered him to leave: "let's go. We don't have any room for cooperation. Your company and our company's current technical field are very different, not at the same level. When you develop new technology, you can talk about cooperation with our company."

Touch!

With a loud noise, the ghost king was shut out of the door, messy in the wind, completely confused and forced, and couldn't return to God for a long time.

After a while, the door opened. Yang Feng took his two basin sized messenger crystals into his arms and shouted, "don't forget to take your products. They are too bulky and not advanced at all. Cut them."

Touch!

The door closed again, and the ghost king had a dull face.

After a while, the old hero, who has been famous in the Jianghu for a hundred years, became shriveled and almost cried.

Mom sold the batch, you bastard.

He not only plagiarized my secret skills, but also despised me by the way, saying that my secret skills are out of date. He doesn't bring such a person to bury people, woo woo.

The ghost king felt wronged. This time he wanted to exchange this legendary secret skill for Yang Feng's Dragon Robe. As a result, the strongest twelve grade defensive soldiers didn't get it. They also let the other party steal the secret arts and quickly improve them, surpassing themselves. It's really a loss for the wife and a loss for the soldiers. Alas!