Different from the previous refining, what Wang Ping refined this time was much simpler.
In a short time, Wang Ping refined a furnace.
It's just that this kind of batch refining cannot be compared with the specially refining one, and it does not cause abnormal phenomena.
Even so, the beautiful luster and unique atmosphere exuding from these magic weapons also make many people covet them.
Wang Ping didn't talk nonsense. Under the fiery eyes of everyone, he took the magic weapon and walked towards the people he needed spiritual blood.
"Hello, what's your name?"
Walking up to a man with big eyes, Wang Ping greeted him with a smile.
The man was stunned for a moment and quickly replied: "I am the Yingyu clan, Ying Zhuangzhuang."
In order to fear that Wang Ping would be in danger, Shang Yang put aside what he was doing and followed Wang Ping all the time.
When I heard the man announce his name, I glanced at him and couldn't help laughing.
The main reason is that this man is as thin as a monkey, but he has a strong name.
"Master Demon Saint, why are you laughing?"
Looking at Shang Yang strangely, Ying Zhuangzhuang asked.
Shang Yang shook his head hurriedly: "It's okay, I just smile."
Speechless Wang Ping grabbed Shang Yang, the troublemaker, and pulled out a magic weapon.
"I need a bottle of your blood. I would like to trade this magic weapon with you."
As he spoke, a bottle specially filled with spiritual blood appeared in Wang Ping's hand.
Ying Zhuangzhuang's eyes were always on the magic weapon. After hearing Wang Ping's words, he subconsciously glanced at the bottle.
Then Ying Zhuangzhuang suddenly realized something and said excitedly: "Master, you, you can't be joking, right?"
"Do you think I'm just kidding you? I'm willing to give it to you."
With a laugh, Wang Ping handed over the magic weapon and bottle.
Ying Zhuangzhuang, who was afraid that Wang Ping would regret it, grabbed him and held him tightly in his arms.
However, Ying Zhuangzhuang quickly reacted, put away the magic weapon, and started bleeding. After a while, he filled a bottle.
Wang Ping looked at it calmly. There seemed to be a few magic weapons in the ancient times!
Most of them were probably taken away by the old guy Hongjun and given to his disciples, and the remaining ones were also in the hands of the strong.
It is almost impossible to have such strength as Ying Zhuangzhuang.
This is also why when he made some strange phenomena while refining his weapon, so many people rushed to him regardless of life or death.
Even when a bunch of people from the Witch Clan were killed, they did not retreat even though the Demon Court might come out to encircle and suppress them.
"Master, it's enough. If it's not enough, I'll put in a few more bottles."
Passing the bottle over, Ying Zhuangzhuang asked nervously, as if he was afraid that Wang Ping would take the magic weapon back again.
Smiling and shaking his head, Wang Ping said: "Of course that's enough, let's serve the Demon Court well."
After leaving the words behind, Wang Ping walked towards the next person. After doing the same thing for a few times, Wang Ping felt that the efficiency was a bit slow.
After thinking for a while, Wang Ping directly ordered people to come over and let them get the magic weapon.
No one was unwilling, and everyone who was called came out happily to exchange blood for magic weapons.
"What does he want those people's blood for?"
In the distance, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun and Kunpeng stood watching. Donghuang Taiyi suddenly asked curiously.
Kunpeng said: "I know. He said he was practicing some kind of technique, and even got a bottle from me."
"Oh? This must be some kind of weird technique, I've never heard of it."
Donghuang Taiyi was surprised and shook his head.
Emperor Jun laughed: "Brother Ping's disciples, no matter how weird their skills are, can't be overstated."
"That's true. Back then, I got a transformation technique from Taoist Brother Ping, which can turn anything into delicious food."
Hearing this, Kunpeng sighed, his tone full of admiration.
I don’t know how that person came up with that kind of magic.
After hearing Kunpeng's words, Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun were stunned for a moment, and they were curious and asked Kunpeng to show it.
Kunpeng didn't say anything, but smiled and demonstrated to the two of them.
Soon, Wang Ping replaced all the magic weapons and got a bunch of spiritual blood he needed.
"What? Why didn't you respond? I refined dozens of magic weapons this time."
Putting away the spiritual blood, Wang Ping suddenly remembered that the system had not yet assigned him the task of refining twenty magic weapons, Wang Ping said depressedly.
After thinking about it for a while, Wang Ping felt that the system's requirement might be for him to refine a magic weapon that would cause the vision.
Now all the magic weapons in the hands of the Twelve Demon Saints have been refined, and there are still three among the powerful ones such as Chong Mingniao who have not yet refined them.
After a rough calculation, including these three people, there are almost twenty people.
It's just that the mana in the body is somewhat empty now and needs to be restored first.
After running to a distance and asking Shang Yang to guard him, Wang Ping immediately recovered from his injuries.
I don’t know how long it took before Wang Ping opened his eyes.
In the distance, everyone in Demon Court continued to recruit people.
There were quite a few people attracted by Wang Ping's vision of refining magic weapons.
"It's done, we can start practicing."
Standing up, Wang Ping smiled and muttered to himself. He regained his full mana and felt refreshed and very comfortable.
Seeing Wang Ping wake up, Shang Yang showed happiness on his face.
He and Shang Yang walked over, and Wang Ping called the three people out.
One is Zhu Yan, one is Dangkang, and the other is Zhu Huai.
Wang Ping has heard of the reputations of these three, and they are not simple people.
After hearing that the magic weapon was to be refined for them, the faces of the three of them were all filled with joy.
Before communicating, Wang Ping curiously asked the three people’s real names.
Because whether it is Zhu Yan or Dang Kang, it is the name of their ethnic group.
Just like dragon, phoenix and unicorn, everyone should have his own name.
"You can just call us that, Demon General. We have always called us that way externally. Personal names are not important."
Zhu Yan spoke, but did not tell Wang Ping.
Wang Ping laughed, it didn't matter, it was whatever they wanted.
He found that not only the three guys in front of him, but also Shang Yang and others were like this, directly replacing their own names with the names of their ethnic groups.
The reason, Wang Ping is too lazy to think about, maybe this is a kind of culture of the demon clan!
Perhaps only when a group of tribesmen gather together, they will call each other by their names.
When the communication was almost complete, Wang Ping asked the three of them to take out the materials. If there were not enough, he would add more and then start practicing.
This kind of magic weapon is different from the previous batch refining, which has to be done one by one.
Donghuang Taiyi and others watched with great interest from a distance, observing Wang Ping's weapon refining method.
"I can't learn it at all. I watched him refining it several times and he still didn't learn it. This kid refused to teach him because his master wouldn't let him teach it."
Kunpeng spoke depressedly and rubbed his nose angrily.
Donghuang Taiyi laughed: "If you can't learn it, then try to understand it. Maybe you will understand it, but you may not know anything."
Kunpeng was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded thoughtfully, yes, there is no need to imitate it!
Referring to your current refining method, you may have some unexpected gains.
The cauldron was condensed, the flames were on, and the materials were thrown in one by one. Wang Ping was immersed in a state of selflessness and began to refine.
Only when he felt the vibration in the cauldron did Wang Ping come to his senses.
"Blood!"
As soon as Wang Ping finished speaking, Zhu Yan ran over immediately, waited for Wang Ping to open the lid, and immediately started bleeding.
In this way, Wang Ping refined all the magic weapons for the three of them in one go.
There is no doubt that these magic weapons caused visions and caused thunder disasters.
In the end, none of the three magic weapons survived the thunder tribulation without any accidents.
What made Wang Ping dumbfounded was that the system still hadn't issued anything to him.
Wang Ping, who had a dark face, asked the system angrily: "System, you told me that there are still a few things left. As a system, you only issue tasks and don't remind anything. Isn't that very unprofessional?"
