Fairy

"I'm sorry, there are still five third-tier magic weapons. I have refined a total of twenty third-tier magic weapons." Wang Xian pretended to be ashamed, took out the five third-tier magic weapons from the storage bag, and counted: "One, two, three, four, five."

Every number of Wang Xianshu is like a huge hammer hitting a cultivator. Some practitioners with weak will spurt a mouthful of blood and fainted. I don’t know if they were shocked or angry. into this.

"Impossible, it is impossible for one person to refine twenty third-order magic weapons within three months. This is impossible." An old man grabbed his hair and shouted like crazy. He really couldn't accept such a situation. fact.

Wang Xian watched some seniors faint and some went mad, with sweat dripping from their faces, and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, I didn't take out one hundred and fifty third-order magic weapons all at once, otherwise these people wouldn't all go crazy. "

Wang Xian took out one hundred and fifty third-order magic weapons at once, and the urge to make all the senior brothers go crazy. He glanced at Zhu Jizi and the others, and asked, "Senior brothers, have you won yet?"

Zhu Jizi's face was pale, resisting the urge to spurt blood, he flicked his sleeve, took out his flying sword, turned and left.

The cultivators left here one after another, and they will never forget the miracle that happened here.

Wang Xian gave a farewell gift to the departing brothers very politely, and then flew towards the master's residence with the third-level flying sword. Now that he is high-profile enough, flying with the third-level flying sword will not be shocking .

After flying a cup of tea, Wang Xian landed towards the magnificent main hall, put away his flying sword, walked into the side hall first, and saluted the sullen, calm elder brother Xi Donglai. He took out the elixir hoe from the storage bag and handed it to him, saying, "Elder brother, this is the elixir hoe that I refined for three months."

Xi Donglai gave Wang Xian a serious look, and knew that this disciple was the ninth core disciple accepted by the master. After receiving the fairy medicine hoe, his hands trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "This is a second-level fairy medicine pickaxe. !"

"Second-level fairy medicine hoe!" Wang Xian was sweating furiously. He forgot for a while that the blood pool would not only repair the waste treasure, but also automatically upgrade the waste treasure to the previous level. He hesitated and couldn't find a good reason.

A gleam of greed flashed in Xi Donglai's eyes, he coughed twice, and said, "Junior brother, you have completed the entry task of the Dingshui Department. However, you must not mention to others that the refined hoe is a second-level fairy medicine. Just be a Tier [-] Immortal Medicine Hoe, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.”

"Yes, Junior Brother, please remember." Wang Xian made a big gift to Xi Donglai.

"Okay, you go to see the master." Xi Donglai swept his consciousness and found that no one noticed here. He hurriedly put the second-level fairy medicine hoe into the storage bag, took out a first-level fairy medicine hoe, and planned to hand it in To the sect, he thought proudly: "This second-level fairy medicine hoe is difficult to refine. Even if I spend three months, I may not succeed in refining it. With this second-level fairy medicine hoe, I will dedicate it to the alchemy school to manage the medicine garden." Brother, you can get a lot of benefits in exchange."

Wang Xian walked straight into the main hall and saw that the master was holding up a scroll of ancient books to read, standing obediently on one side of the main hall, not disturbing the master's reading.

After an hour, Shanquan put down the ancient book, glanced at Wang Xian, and said, "Wang Xian!"

"The disciple is here!" Wang Xian respectfully faced the master and listened to the lesson.

Shanquan nodded in satisfaction, his icy face eased a lot, and he said strictly: "You made a bet with a hundred alchemists from the Dingshui Department, and you have refined twenty third-tier magic weapons, which is truly shocking. Why didn't you Tell me that your refining level has reached the level of a great master?"

Wang Xian knew that such a scene would happen a long time ago, and he had already thought of a countermeasure in the refining workshop. He took out a porcelain bottle from the storage bag, which contained the blood of the blood pool, pointed to the porcelain bottle and said: "Master Mingjian, Wang Xian's refining level is only average, just getting started. The ability to refine twenty third-level magic weapons is entirely due to this small bottle of blood passed down from his ancestors."

With a wave of Shanquan's sleeve, he rolled over the porcelain vase,