"It has been detected that there are still two magic weapons left, please host to keep up the good work."
Wang Ping didn't have high hopes at first, but unexpectedly, the system's voice suddenly appeared.
It was okay not to say anything, but Wang Ping said angrily: "So you can hear me, then why did you never pay attention to me before?"
Silence, a long silence, the system became silent again.
If he hadn't been sure that he had just heard it, Wang Ping would have had the urge to hit someone.
However, even if he wanted to fight, Wang Ping didn't know how to fight the system, so he sighed in frustration.
There were still two left. Wang Ping turned his eyes around and landed on Chang Xi and Xihe.
I don’t know if these two beauties want it, and if this guy Fuxi wants it.
After thinking for a while, Wang Ping walked over and planned to ask.
"Zhaotian Yaojiang, you must refine a magic weapon for me. From now on, we will be good friends and I will protect you."
Wang Ping passed by, but before he could speak, Fuxi spoke first.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Ping curled his lips and said, "Since we are good friends, will you agree to whatever I ask for?"
"That's necessary. Those who can help will definitely help, and those who can't help will have to help even if they go through mountains of swords and seas of fire."
Fuxi patted his chest and said seriously.
With a smile on his face, Wang Ping planned to make a joke.
"What if I ask you to marry your sister to me?"
The expression on his face suddenly froze, and Fu Xi looked at Wang Ping in confusion.
The other people next to them all looked dumbfounded, "Zha Tian Demon General, you are seeking death!"
Don't you know that Fuxi's sister is the saint Nuwa?
If you dare to take advantage of the saint, do you think he will die quickly enough?
"Demon general, stop joking. This is not a question of whether I am willing or not, but a question of whether you dare or not."
Fuxi smiled bitterly and glared at Wang Ping. Wang Ping's words couldn't help but remind him of Nuwa again.
Fuxi felt heartbroken when he wanted to see his brother and sister who had a close relationship in the past, but now they were like strangers.
"Of course I dare. I'll tell you secretly that my master is Brother Ping."
Wang Ping spoke mysteriously, saying it was secretly, but his voice was clearly heard by everyone around him.
In the distance, Donghuang Taiyi said speechlessly: "When he told us before, didn't he tell us to keep it secret? But why did he say it himself?"
"Ask me, who am I going to ask? Aside from this, did you realize anything after seeing his method of refining the weapon just now?"
Di Jun shook his head, then looked at Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng curiously and asked.
Dong Huangtai nodded: "That's a must, it will benefit a lot."
"Same, if the three of us communicate, maybe we can go further."
Hearing this, Di Jun nodded repeatedly, and then the three of them started chatting happily.
Hearing Wang Ping say that his master is Brother Ping, everyone who knew this name showed shock on their faces.
Fuxi even exclaimed: "You, you, you, what did you say?"
"I can't believe it. Hey, master told me about his story with you. Emperor Xi, why did you always suspect that my master was plotting against your sister?"
Looking at Fu Xi with a snicker, Wang Ping pretended to be curious and asked.
Fuxi said angrily: "What is suspicion? It's a fact. Is the fact good? Your master is an old gangster, a thief, a shameless, extremely shameless, despicable and dirty bastard."
The confused Wang Ping glared at Fuxi. You Fuxi, you have such deep resentment towards Brother Ping.
It seems that I didn’t do anything to you. Believe it or not, Brother Ping, I will beat you to death.
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot that he is your master, the Sky-Exploding Demon General. I apologize."
Seeing Wang Ping's expression was wrong, Fuxi came back to his senses and said with a sincere expression.
Wang Ping snorted and curled his lips: "Do you have any prejudice against my master? That's not what my master told me."
"He told me that he has no thoughts about your sister at all. It's just wishful thinking and self-righteousness on your part, Emperor Xi."
Fuxi argued: "No, that guy of your master is very talkative and has 100% plans against my sister."
"Of course he is embarrassed to tell the truth in front of you, his disciple. Forget it, stop talking. What does it have to do with me now? After all, she is already a saint."
As he spoke, Fuxi sighed with endless bitterness on his face.
Wang Ping was stunned and asked strangely: "What's wrong? There's a conflict?"
"It's okay not to mention it, she is a saint, not my sister."
Fuxi shook his head and didn't say much.
But just because Fu Xi didn't say anything, it didn't mean that Wang Ping wouldn't guess. In just a moment, Wang Ping vaguely knew what was going on.
It is very possible that Nuwa, who beheaded the three corpses, was indifferent to her feelings!
Now everything in Nuwa's eyes is like ants, and all her emotions have been sealed.
"Don't be sad. I'll tell you what's going on sometime."
Wang Ping patted Fu Xi on the shoulder, and then said: "Tell me what magic weapon you want to refine!"
"You agreed?"
The sadness on his face disappeared, and Fuxi looked at Wang Ping in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.
Wang Ping smiled and nodded: "But I have to wait until I recover my mana. There is not much mana in my body now."
"Haha, okay, no problem, I can afford to wait."
Fuxi, who was overjoyed, was extremely excited and had no objections.
Wang Ping smiled and went to the side to recover.
This recovery took an unknown amount of time. Wang Ping, who regained his blood, stood up and stretched his muscles.
"Happy, it's time to continue."
In the midst of muttering, Wang Ping went over, called Fu Xi, and asked Chang Xi and Xi He if they wanted to refine it.
Naturally, the two women also wanted Wang Ping to refine the magic weapon, and they were willing to do so.
"Brother Zhaotian, I want to refine a harp. I hope that this harp can calm people's minds and turn them from a violent state to peace and tranquility."
Fuxi told Wang Ping his thoughts one by one.
Wang Ping nodded while listening, thinking about what materials to use and how to achieve similar effects.
After thinking about it, the expression on Wang Ping's face froze. Go, this can't be Fu Xiqin, right?
Was he the one who refined Fuxi Qin, one of the top ten artifacts?
No, isn't this kind of thing, like Donghuang Taiyi's Donghuang Bell, born in nature?
Donghuang Taiyi’s Donghuang Bell is also one of the top ten artifacts.
In addition to Fuxi Qin and Donghuang Bell, the other eight artifacts are also famous objects.
Xuanyuan Sword, Pangu Axe, Demon Refining Pot, Haotian Tower, Shennong Cauldron, Kongtong Seal, Kunlun Mirror, Nuwa Stone.
After thinking about it, Wang Ping suddenly realized something was wrong.
Inside, Pangu ax actually appeared.
After the opening of the sky, Pangu's ax was divided into three parts and turned into three treasures: Tai Chi Diagram, Pangu Flag, and Chaos Bell.
They are both among the top ten artifacts. The Pangu Ax is so powerful, and the three treasures it transformed into have left a prestigious reputation. How can Fuxi Qin, which is also one of the top ten artifacts, be weak?
Can he refine this kind of treasure?
Wang Ping couldn't help but be a little suspicious. Is it possible that his brother Ping is so fierce?
"Brother Zhatian, brother Zhatian, what's wrong with you? Is my request a bit too much? If it really can't be achieved, it doesn't matter if it's weak or weak."
Seeing Wang Ping in a daze, Fuxi spoke anxiously.
Wang Ping, who came back to his senses, shook his head: "No, I thought of something, please wait while I think about it."
