Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2492 From Grade One to Grade Eight
Mo Xian threw the Lingbao in his hand to the middle-aged beautiful woman. It was a sharp sword, but it was like a work of art, without any flaws.

The middle-aged beautiful woman knew with just one glance that although this sword is only a spiritual treasure, it is probably not much worse than some ordinary second-grade spiritual treasures, and it has reached the peak of first-grade spiritual treasures.

But this can only show that Mo Xian may have stayed in the first-rank blacksmith for many years, and specialized in first-rank Lingbao forging, which is meaningless.

"If it's just a first-grade spirit treasure, I'm afraid it won't be convincing." Suppressing the shock in her heart, the middle-aged beautiful woman said lightly.

"Of course it's not just like that!" Mo Xian shrugged, and then directly opened the design drawing of the second-grade Lingbao, still read it in an instant, and then started working.

After he glanced at the material, he already understood it.

There is no need to distinguish at all, just start forging.

All kinds of materials were flying in his hands, and there was almost no pause in the process.

Forging pays attention to step-by-step, without any hassle, after all, any problem may lead to the loss of everything.

But this was hardly noticeable in Mo Xian.

So soon, the second-grade spirit treasure was also formed, and the time was only a little longer than before.

Mo Xian didn't even look at it, and directly gave the second-grade Lingbao to the middle-aged beautiful woman.

Next, there are third-rank Lingbao, fourth-rank Lingbao...

Everyone's expressions began to look a little wrong.

Five-rank Lingbao, sixth-rank Lingbao, there is no failure.

"This guy is so powerful!"

Everyone was already in awe. At Mo Xian's age, he was able to forge a sixth-grade Lingbao, which was already a phoenix-haired water chestnut.

"Don't be impatient, it's just a sixth-rank spirit treasure." An old woman said lightly, but she was also quite shocked in her heart, and she naturally knew how difficult it was, even if it was a seventh-rank or eighth-rank blacksmith, Neither can do this.

After continuous forging for a long time, everyone was a little tired from looking at it, but Mo Xian seemed to be a normal person, and immediately picked up the seventh-grade forging design and looked at it.

"Young man, do you want to take a break?" The middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't help but ask, continuously forging so many spirit treasures would be a huge consumption for any blacksmith.

Maybe Mo Xian would not be able to reach that height in the end, but her attitude towards Mo Xian has now become one of admiration.

She is also a sixth-grade blacksmith, she has nothing to be proud of.

"No need!" Mo Xian didn't even raise his head, and finished reading the design drawing of the seventh-rank Lingbao as quickly as possible.

The seventh-grade spirit treasure is already a very high-grade spirit treasure, and the design is naturally extremely complicated, and the materials used are quite complicated.

Under normal circumstances, even for seventh-rank or eighth-rank blacksmiths, it takes a period of deliberation and familiarity before they dare to start.

But Mo Xian omitted this link. After reading it, he started directly.

This time, it took him a lot longer, but the process was still not muddled, as if he was doing a very simple thing.

Mo Xian's memory of forging is rapidly recovering. He went from the first grade to the ninth grade in order not to miss any details and familiarize himself with a whole set of procedures.

"Can this guy really go from rank one to rank nine within a month?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it, maybe it's really possible."

"Are you kidding me? A ninth-grade blacksmith is already close to a blacksmith master. It's not that easy."

At first, everyone was still discussing in low voices, but soon the voices became louder and louder, and then became full of enthusiasm.

Countless beautiful eyes locked on Mo Xian, the scene was quite spectacular.

Mo Qianrong was among the crowd, looking at Mo Xian with complicated eyes.

Regardless of whether he is Xiao En or Mo Xian, they already have the attention of everyone. You must know that this place is basically the upper echelon of Shenyue Valley, and ordinary people can't catch their eyes at all.

In half a day, the Seventh Grade Spirit Treasure was completed.

In two days, the eighth grade Lingbao was completed.

This success rate and speed made everyone amazed.

All the blacksmiths around, including the middle-aged beautiful woman, were full of splendor in their eyes.

The eighth-rank blacksmith is the highest existence in Shenyue Valley.

What's more, Mo Xian is still so young, he definitely has the opportunity to go further.

Those who mocked Mo Xian before all obediently shut their mouths with ashamed faces.

Even the old woman who seemed to have the most power looked at Mo Xian in astonishment.

Perhaps Mo Xian has not met the requirements at this time, but the eighth-rank blacksmith is enough to explain the problem.

Moreover, Mo Xian still couldn't open the first-grade forging design drawings. It took half a month to become an eighth-grade blacksmith. This can almost be hailed as a miracle, absolutely unprecedented in space.

No one knows how Mo Xian did this.

All in all, Mo Xian used his strength to make everyone dumbfounded.

"Elder, the people from the Wei family outside are getting more violent." At this time, several young female disciples rushed up to report.

The members of the Wei family have been constantly exerting pressure on Shenyue Valley at a place tens of miles away from Shenyue Valley.

"Whatever they do, blow away..." The old woman waved her hand and said impatiently.

Now she has seen hope from Mo Xian, the Wei family and so on, it's nothing!

Those female disciples were slightly startled, the elder's attitude was completely different from before and now.

But they didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quickly left in a hurry.

"This little friend, I don't know how to address him?" The old woman walked up to Mo Xian herself, looking very kind.

The previous and current attitudes are completely two extremes.

But she can't be blamed for this, after all, there is a brat who suddenly came here and uttered a lot of nonsense, no one would believe it.

"My name is Xiao En!" Mo Xian said with a smile.

"Xiao En, I'm getting old, and I'm a bit inconvenient to move, help me to sit down..." The old woman coughed a few times and said.

"Uh..." Although Mo Xian felt weird, he walked slowly to a nearby pavilion with the help of the old woman.

"How can the elder's health be bad? She's just used to the way she is now, otherwise she will be able to regain her youth."

"You really have big breasts and no brains. Elder, this is obviously trying to get close to Xiao En."

"Ah, the elder started befriending a man, I'm going crazy."

Seeing this weird scene, everyone started talking in low voices.

"Xiao En, come and sit next to me, I have something to say to you alone." The old woman said with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were like blooming chrysanthemums.

"Junior just stand up!" Although Mo Xian felt a little relieved, he was unavoidably a little apprehensive, after all, the old woman looked hundreds if not thousands of years old.

(End of this chapter)