Nine Revolutions Primal Chaos Art

Xiao Lingyu had just arrived at Baixi time, and the old man in white robe had refined all the materials. Then, while shaping the magic weapon, he portrayed it in groups. The technique was as fast as clouds and flowing water.

After waiting for less than 100% interest, the old man suddenly whispered that a fairy sword had been successfully refined.

Xiao Lingyu is not an expert in refining, but he has some refining skills. He can see that the materials used by the old man just now are only middle-grade, but the refined fairy sword is top-grade. He couldn't help praising in his heart: "it's really a great master, and his hand is extraordinary!"

After the old man finished refining the fairy sword, a monk who seemed to have been waiting for a long time slowly stepped onto the stage, bowed down and said, "I've always heard that the elder is better at repairing the damaged magic weapon. I have a top-grade fairy weapon here that has been damaged for many years. Please repair it for the younger generation. The younger generation is very grateful!"

As he spoke, the friar had taken out a small iron bell shaped magic weapon.

There are many inscriptions and mysterious runes on the surface of the small iron clock, which gives people a very magical feeling, but there is a gap on the edge of the bell mouth, and there are several clearly visible cracks on the clock body.

Obviously, this iron bell shaped magic weapon was seriously damaged.

Under normal circumstances, a magic weapon is damaged like this and has almost been scrapped. Most monks will refine the materials inside, either refining them again or refining other magic weapons.

The white robed old man took the small clock with a smile on his face, and then his eyes were full of essence. He measured the small clock carefully and said, "if you want to repair this magic weapon, you need to provide two kilograms of meteorite iron sand."

"I'm ready."

The friar came prepared and gave a jade bottle to the white robed old man.

In the jade bottle, there is a small half bottle of black iron sand.

It's not very difficult to repair magic weapons, but it's difficult to make the magic weapons after repair the same as the power without damage.

The white robed old man only looked at the small iron clock for a while, and then he was confident to repair the top-grade immortal. Xiao Lingyu admired it very much, because at that moment, the white robed old man should have seen the material composition, refining method, prohibition and array method of burning this magic weapon. Not everyone can have this insight.

After receiving the jade bottle, the white robed old man poured the star meteorite iron sand into his blue divine fire. After the materials were completely melted, he also put the small clock into the divine fire.

After all, it's the best fairy weapon. It still has a certain resistance to divine fire. The little clock won't be melted in an instant.

The melted liquid star meteorite iron sand slowly gathered into the gap of the small clock. The old man in white robe pinched his other hand quickly. Groups of dazzling printing formulas were driven into the divine fire, and the crack of the small clock itself was slowly disappearing.

Hoo

The blue fire suddenly disappeared, and the little clock was intact. It trembled in front of the white robed old man, as if cheering for rebirth.

The monks around the audience burst into thunderous applause, all cheering for the exquisite skills of the white robed old man.

From receiving the small bottle containing star meteorite iron sand to the completion of the whole repair, the old man in white robe took no more than 100 interest time, and the whole process did not stop at all. It was completed at one go, which was admirable and a little painstaking at the same time.

"Thank you, younger generation!"

The owner of Xiaozhong took his magic weapon and bowed excitedly.

"Hehe, it's a piece of cake. There's no need to be polite."

The white robed old man smiled amiably, and then said, "that's all for today. I have other things to do. If I'm free, I'll help you refine and repair."

Although the audience still have more to say, the figure of the white robed old man has disappeared on the high platform.

Xiao Lingyu didn't enjoy it either. However, he had left. Naturally, he wouldn't leave any aftertaste. He also left this crossroads at the moment.

"The old man should have gone to find Qingxuan. I went back at the right time. There was an outsider present. I think she didn't dare to get angry."

Thinking of this, Xiao Lingyu began to walk in the direction of Huabao pavilion to the south.

After arriving at the first floor of Nanhua treasure Pavilion, Xiao Lingyu asked the shopkeeper on the first floor, "can an old man in white robe go upstairs just now?"

Xiao Lingyu came with Qingxuan before and went upstairs together. Naturally, the shopkeeper on the first floor of Nanhua treasure Pavilion knew that Xiao Lingyu was extraordinary, so he truthfully said: "go back to your predecessors, the great master has indeed been received upstairs, but the younger generation doesn't know what floor it is."

"Hehe, just come. I'll go up and find it myself."

Xiao Lingyu went upstairs with a smile and went directly to the fourth floor.

As expected, the old man in white robe was on the fourth floor at this time, and Qingxuan was naturally there. They also looked like they were having a good talk.

Just seeing Xiao Lingyu coming up, Qingxuan's face first changed, then got up and said, "this is old Peng and this is Xiao Lingyu, Qingxuan's junior brother."

Then Qingxuan said to Xiao Lingyu, "younger martial brother Xiao, come and meet old Peng."

Xiao Lingyu smiled and saluted with a fist, saying, "little brother Xiao Lingyu, I've seen old Peng. I saw old Peng's performing skills in the street just now. I was really shocked and admired!"

Old Peng is a very easygoing person. He has already got up. When Qingxuan introduced him, he looked at Xiao Lingyu with shining eyes. At this time, he hugged his fist and said, "brother Xiao has achieved such accomplishments soon. It is more admirable."

Hearing this, Xiao Lingyu whispered a bad word. Unexpectedly, he met another old monster with poisonous eyes, but his expression was still very calm and modest: "Peng laomu praised."

The three sat down again. With the existence of Xiao Lingyu, Qingxuan was not interested in chatting with old Peng. She said: "it's a rare trip for old Peng. Little sister, there's just a damaged magic weapon here. Please help old Peng repair it. Little sister is very grateful."

Qingxuan took out a fan with more than ten colored feathers and put it on the table.

The whole feather fan didn't hurt much, but there was a straight sword mark in the center, which was obviously cut by a sharp sword.

Mr. Peng nodded first, then took the feather fan into his hand, measured it carefully for a while, and said, "this feather fan is a inferior artifact. It should look like this after only receiving a sword. It seems that the one attacking it should be a divine sword. I remember that sister Qingxuan seems to have a middle-class divine sword."

Qingxuan said frankly: "to tell you the truth, I cut the feather fan with a divine sword. It was in the opponent's hand at that time."

"It's from killing people," interrupted Xiao Lingyu.

Qingxuan ignores Xiao Lingyu and just stares at him. Xiao Lingyu thinks that he can see through many things.

Peng Lao naturally didn't care where the feather fan came from or how he got it. He looked at the feather fan several times and said, "this feather fan should be refined from the feathers of the superior divine beast rosefinch. If you want to repair it, you need a bottle of rosefinch's blood."

Qingxuan also came prepared and put a jade bottle full of maroon liquid on the table.

Old Peng opened the jade bottle and said after a moment, "yes, it's really the blood of rosefinch."

"Get out of the way, you two."

Old Peng asked Xiao Lingyu to step aside before he released his divine fire and poured all the rosefinch's blood into it for refining.

This rosefinch's blood is much higher than that of the star meteorite iron sand. Even if it was burned with divine fire, it took nearly ten days to refine it. During this period, Peng has always been calm and focused, while Xiao Lingyu and Qingxuan are waiting patiently.

It seems that Qingxuan is still angry with Xiao Lingyu. Maybe she focuses on the repair of the feather fan, so she doesn't say a word to Xiao Lingyu.