Hidden Spirit Gate, the transformation site for monster beast warships.
At this time, Putao was controlling a golden elixir disciple from the Weapon Refining Peak to refine the most important component of the behemoth battleship.
The level of accessories can be regarded as an accurate instrument.
Xu Fan and Sha Diao, plus Zhan Ling who had nothing to do, were rushing to do this.
At this time, Putao controlled more than a thousand runes and integrated them into the bodies of the disciples of the Weapon Refining Peak.
"Putao, will this hurt him?" Xu Fan asked seriously.
"There is no harm. On the contrary, it expands this disciple's spiritual veins and spiritual awareness, which will help him in his future career as an weapon refiner." Putao said.
With the upgrade of Grape, Grape's voice has become much more natural. Although it is still an electronic sound, it makes people feel comfortable listening to it.
"That's good."
At this time, Sha Diao was also eager to give it a try, thinking about letting Tao Tao control him to refine a few Taoist weapons.
Although his current rank is the master of weapon refining, he has not refined a single serious Taoist weapon.
"Shall I try the waters later?" Sha Diao said.
"Then please don't resist, Master Sha Peak." Putao said.
"good."
The sand sculpture's eyes instantly turned extremely rational, and then he began to refine the next accessory.
"The great elder's methods are really wonderful." Zhan Ling exclaimed.
"There are also the monster battleships of the monster clan. The Demon Clan doesn't have many star ships."
"awesome."
Zhan Ling found that he had seriously underestimated this great elder, but this weapon spirit controlled the person to refine the Taoist weapon, which was already amazing.
"It's not a big deal, it all depends on the help of my weapon spirit." Xu Fan said modestly.
With Grape able to repair the Behemoth Battleship, one-tenth of the progress has been completed.
After seeing that the thing he cared about most was going smoothly, Xu Fan took Zhan Ling to look at several other peaks.
Especially after seeing the main peak academy and the trial tower, Zhan Ling slowly began to pay attention to this sect. Otherwise, he only paid attention to the great elder.
"Great Elder, after you finish taking care of the Monster Clan's behemoth battleship, can you let me drive it? I've driven a starship before, but I haven't driven a Monster Clan's behemoth battleship yet." Zhan Ling said while rubbing his hands.
"Okay. After a while, after the repairs are completed over there, you can try it."
"But at that time, this behemoth battleship was no longer suitable for fighting here."
"After the other snake-shaped beast battleship is repaired, Elder Zhanling can drive it to the Extreme Sky Realm," Xu Fan said.
"It's okay, I have plenty of time." Zhan Ling said.
He was calm on the outside but shocked inside.
There were actually two behemoth battleships from the demon race.
In Huoshan Fairy Town, after clone No. 1 finished refining two more Taoist accessories, he spread out alone in Huoshan Fairy Town.
"Puo Pu unexpectedly advanced. It seems that my job will be easier in the future." Clone No. 1 said with a smile.
He had just received news that Putao had been promoted and could already cooperate with the sect's weapon-refining disciples in refining Taoist weapons, so that he no longer had to rush to work so quickly.
In Huoshan Fairy Town, there is a unique avenue for refining weapons.
The Weapon Refining Street is tens of thousands of meters long, with various refining shops on both sides, undertaking various refining tasks.
At this time, all the weapon-refining shops on both sides of the weapon-refining street were in full swing, and even the novice weapon-refining masters who had just started their apprenticeships had full orders.
Clone No. 1 was walking on Lianqi Street, when suddenly a shop in an extremely remote location attracted his attention.
A boy in his teens and at the sixth level of weapon refining was working hard to forge a spiritual iron sword with a big hammer.
"This piece of spiritual iron has reached the extreme. Even if you forge it into the shape of a spiritual sword, it will still be an ordinary weapon without the bonus of runes." Clone No. 1 commented at the door of the shop.
Suddenly he could relax, and for a moment, clone No. 1 felt like he wanted to be in contact with people.
"If my guess is correct, you want to sell this semi-finished product to other weapon refiners." Clone No. 1 said with a smile.
"Senior, are you a weapon refiner?" the young man said, putting down the magic weapon hammer.
"So be it." Clone No. 1 nodded and said.
"Senior, can you accept me as your disciple? I want to become a weapon refiner." The young man said and was about to kneel down and worship the clone No. 1 as his master.
A gentle force held back the boy's ability to kneel down.
"You told every weapon refiner you met that way." Clone No. 1 said with interest.
"Yes, I used to be uneducated and incompetent. It was only when my parents left that I realized I was a loser." The young man said with a bitter look on his face.
Clone No. 1 heard what the young man said, so he walked into this dilapidated weapon refining shop and found a clean place to sit down.
"You just have time, tell me your story, and maybe I'll teach you a trick when I'm happy." Clone No. 1 said.
"Actually, it's not a new thing. My father and mother are the weapon refiners on this street."
"Three years ago, I packed a batch of goods to be sent to another fairy city, but that fairy city happened to be attacked by the demon clan, and my parents also died in that disaster." The young man said with a bitter look on his face, thinking of his own situation at that time. I felt regretful because I was unwilling to learn weapon refining from my father.
"So before your parents left, you didn't learn any of your parents' weapon-refining skills."
"Yes." The young man said bitterly. Originally, if he was alone, it would be fine if he could have enough to eat, but he also had a younger sister with ordinary spiritual roots, but as an older brother, he could not let his younger sister become a mortal.
At this time, a pink little girl, who looked six or seven years old, walked out of the backyard, holding an empty bowl in her hand and said, "Brother, I'm hungry~"
"Just wait a minute. After this spiritual iron sword is formed, we will have the spiritual stone and can buy fragrant pork knuckles for Dudu to eat."
"You go back and take a nap. When you wake up, you will have pork knuckles to eat." The young man said with a smile, as if he was the mainstay of the family.
"Well, I'm waiting for my brother to come back." The little girl drooled and returned to the backyard with the empty bowl.
The young man took out the hammer again and began to forge the spiritual iron sword in front of him.
"There are no twists and turns in this junior's story. Now, this junior will save more spiritual stones to support himself and his sister." The young man said and began to strike the spiritual iron sword again.
"He is a responsible young man. I don't want to hear your story in vain. He knows the weapon refining and runes." Clone No. 1 asked.
"Senior, I learned the runes left by my parents. I have learned all the basic runes, but now I just don't have the spiritual fire."
"In addition, there are no serious weapon refiners left to teach disciples."
"So it can only be like this." The young man said and shook the hammer in his hand.
"It's very creative."
Clone No. 1 said as he took the hammer and spiritual iron sword from the young man's hand.
"That's right. Let's put the weapon refiner aside for now. You are quite qualified as a blacksmith."
'Dang~dang~~~'
Clone No. 1 raised the hammer in his hand and struck the spirit sword twelve times.
The most basic magical weapon, the spirit sword, takes shape.
