This day.

Fairy art Tianling Street, Fudao Hall.

Back hall, weapon refining room.

The earth fire surging.

The heat rises.

In such a high environment!

At this time, a middle-aged monk with a majestic face was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, staring at the refining furnace in front of him.

He was in such a hot environment, but he didn't feel any impatience.

Not only that.

Even the seal he pinched out of his hand did not pause at all.

The whole process!

Beautiful and smooth!

Just then.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, had a raging fire reflected in his eyes. He looked at the refining furnace in front of him and a low shout came.

"out!"

A seal is made.

Remove the furnace cover of the refining furnace by itself.

The clouds rose, and a stream of light broke through the clouds, rushed out of the refining furnace, and disappeared.

At some point, an unknown vortex appeared out of thin air in the refining room, and there was a light of inspiration in the center, emitting a faint halo!

A trace of hot breath slowly brought out with the rotation of the phoenix!

Until this time!

Only then did Cheng Buzheng play the last seal.

As the last seal was slashed out, the surging earth fire came to an abrupt end.

There was only a blazing temperature in the entire secret room, which proved that the previous raging fire was not simple.

Cheng Buzheng looked at the light of inspiration in the nameless whirlwind, his heart was filled with joy, and murmured:

"The last magic weapon has finally been refined!"

After a long time!

Cheng Buzheng then withdrew his eyes and closed his eyes!

Restore mana and mind.

Refining a magic weapon is not simple, and the consumption of magic power and divine thoughts is too great.

Even if you have less cultivation, you cannot support a treasure refining.

Especially this magic weapon is still a medium-grade magic weapon.

That consumption is even more serious.

Even a mid-stage Jindan cultivator with extremely pure and vast magic power like Cheng Buzheng almost exhausted his divine thoughts and magic power.

It can be seen that cultivation is also an important guarantee for supporting the immortal art masters.

Three days!

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the refining room, then slowly opened his eyes, and a crystal light flashed away in the dark refining room!

Immediately.

He stood up and reached out his hand.

A stream of light shot out from the nameless whirlwind and flew straight towards him.

The moment the flowing light entered his palm, the flowing light disappeared in his palm.

Then Cheng Buzheng glanced around the refining room and walked outward with his legs raised.

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Front hall, behind the counter!

The textured door suddenly opened and a majestic middle-aged monk walked out.

A stream of light shot out from his palm.

Then, he turned around and walked into the door again.

Bang!

The gate was blocked again.

And inside the counter, the white-haired Taoist lying on the rocking chair waved his sleeves!

That spiritual light disappeared into it.

The old white-haired Taoist, gently tapped the void in front of him, and a light of inspiration shot out from his fingertips...

Looking at its direction, it is the jade bi on the right side of the front hall.

I saw the eight lines of runes on the jade bi, shining brightly!

The only line of rune font is dull and dark, which is undoubtedly much less color than the eight-line rune font and the pattern marks that follow it.

Just then!

That stream of light just happened to sink into the jade bi.

moment.

The dull rune font suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and even the pattern marks behind it emitted a charming light, shining uncertainly.

See this.

The white-haired old Taoist lying on the rocking chair showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes!

Then the rocking chair swayed again, and the old white-haired Taoist lying on it had closed his turbid eyes at some point.

Not long.

A young monk appeared outside the hall gate and reflected a slender reflection.

Walk into the hall and come to the counter.

The young monk saluted respectfully and said loudly:

"My younger brother, please pay homage to senior!"

Hearing words.

Inside the counter!

The old white-haired Taoist, who was lying on the rocking chair, opened his eyes, glanced at the other person lightly, and responded weakly.

See this.

The young monk knew that this senior seemed to be old and vulnerable, but in fact, his old body contained amazing energy.

Once it explodes, it will be a shocking blow!

This is also a monk who never looks at external appearances, only looks at realm.

In the blink of an eye.

The young monk was thinking a lot, and then a token appeared in his hands with a wiping out the storage bag at his waist, holding it in both hands, and said respectfully:

"Senior, please take a look!"

The old white-haired Taoist stretched out his hand and the token flew into the counter and fell into his palm.

After confirmation is correct.

A small tower slid down from his sleeve.

Put four fingers together with your right hand and move outward!

A small tower and the previous token flew back to the hands of the young monk again.

After a careful look.

The young monk nodded and said:

"Thank you senior!"

He saw the white-haired old Taoist narrowing his eyes again.

However, when he saluted again, he did not dare to give a discount.

Immediately.
To be continued...