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The courtyard of the Mystery Department suddenly became quiet.

In the main hall, the boiling weapon forging pool was rolling endlessly, and the chaotic vitality was suppressed by the surrounding magic circle. A famous Taoist disciple stood up and rubbed the injury to relieve the pain.

Then, he turned his attention to the captain in Jinyi.

"If I could do it again..."

Perhaps Qi Ping's tone was too serious, or perhaps his actions were difficult to understand.

At this moment, Elder Lu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed:

"Do you know what I am building? It is an earth-level magic weapon that I have studied for several years in ancient military history and spent several years collecting materials before I had this opportunity to practice it.

Now, are you telling me to ‘start over’?

Do you think this is some junk and you can start over if you make a mistake?"

He was a little angry.

If it failed just once, he didn't care. The problem was that the lack of materials for the sacrifice could not support him to do it a second time.

It may take several years, or even more than ten years, to restart the project.

This is why he is so depressed.

At the same time, he also confirmed that the young man in front of him did not know how to refine weapons, which made him even more irritated.

"What if we don't consider the material issue? Can we succeed if we try again?"

Qi Ping seemed not to care about the other party's anger, and his tone was extremely serious.

As if he was talking about something important.

Elder Lu wanted to drive him away, but when he saw Qi Ping's sincere eyes, he hesitated. Although he was full of confusion, he could feel that this young man was serious and was not amusing himself.

Suppressing his anger, he thought for a while and said:

"Actually, I roughly know where the mistake is. There is nothing wrong with the entire plan and process. The only one thing is the dry gold level and the amount of purple gold dust.

The ancient military manual is missing here. I have calculated that there are two possibilities, one is four copies and the other is six copies. I have made preparations for both, but I am not sure which one it is."

Speaking of this, the sturdy old man sighed, a little depressed:

"If we could do it again and change it to six portions, it would definitely be fine."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and felt depressed.

In fact, he hesitated repeatedly for many days about the choice of the two parameters, and was still unable to make a decision.

But in the end...it was the wrong choice.

"Elder, please be at ease," a disciple standing in the Qianjin position in the hall came over and comforted:

"You often say that three points of weapon refining are based on experience, and seven points are based on feeling. Many times, weapon refining masters rely on their 'feelings' and follow their hearts to achieve success.

A good magic weapon will tell the refiner what to do, instead of us thinking about it ourselves... Maybe, you are just not in the best condition today."

"Yes, you have said before that magical weapons above the earth level have their own spirits and will choose whether to be born. Maybe it just hasn't waited for the right person." Another disciple advised.

Elder Lu shook his head and sighed.

When Qi Ping heard the discussion, his eyes flickered and he said curiously:

"The magic weapon will tell you how to do it?"

A disciple nodded:

"The high-level magic weapon has a spirit, but people who are not destined to it cannot hear its sound."

Qi Ping asked a few more questions, and then looked at the disciple holding the jade box: "Is this Liufen's material?"

The latter nodded.

Qi Ping looked at Elder Lu again and said for confirmation: "Are you sure that it will work if you replace it with one?"

Elder Lu had a sullen face, gritted his teeth, and affirmed: "Yes!"

Qi Ping smiled and said, "That's good. I'm going to take risks this time. I hope you won't be angry later."

Elder Lu frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Pei Shaoqing and Hong Jiaojiao also came to pull him: "Qi Ping, you..."

They thought Qi Ping was crazy.

Qi Ping glanced at everyone, smiled warmly, and faced those confused and mad-looking eyes, and said:

"Start again."

…

…

The light and shadow changed, and Qi Ping and his group returned to the Taoist temple that looked like an ancient town. In front of them, the building of the Mystery Department appeared.

Still noisy.

Entering the courtyard, it was very busy.

"...Don't bother me at all. Just wait outside the hall."

"Can I observe?"

"……Can."

Same conversation.

Soon, Qi Ping came outside the door again, and the three of them stood on the steps. Pei Shaoqing and Hong Jiaojiao looked curiously at the red weapon forging pool.

"You guys here, don't move around, I'll go over there and take a look." Qi Ping suddenly warned.

Then, with the two people's doubtful eyes, they walked to the other side of the door.

At this time, the sacrifice reached a critical moment for the second time. Everyone was focused on the weapon forging pool, and no one paid attention to him.

Elder Lu, who has a strong build and a pair of silkworm eyebrows, looks serious and gives orders:

"Tsumi, three!"

"South Fire, two!"

"Dry gold...four!"

When he shouted the last sentence, there was some hesitation and wavering.

However, the disciples by the pool faithfully obeyed the order and began to throw materials.

On the Qianjin position, the disciple was extremely nervous and picked up the jade box with "four" written on it. He was about to throw it away when he was blocked by a sudden intrusion.

"What are you going to do!" The disciple's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

He tried to stop him, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as Qi Ping sprinkled the "purple gold dust" in the second jade box into the pool water.

There was an uproar in the hall.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment, wondering who the intruding Jin Yi was and why he was acting like this.

Outside the door, Pei Shaoqing and Hong Jiaojiao opened their mouths, their eyes full of confusion.

The Taoist who led the way turned pale with fright and broke into a cold sweat.

"Who are you!" Elder Lu was furious, and his figure instantly arrived in front of Qi Ping. On his slightly rounded face, the hair was spread out, like a big cat with exploded fur.

He collapsed a little and grabbed Qi Ping's collar: "What are you doing?! Do you know..."

However, the next second, changes in the palace interrupted his roar.

The formation roared, five-color radiance spurted out, and all around, the rich vitality of heaven and earth gathered, and the water in the pool turned pure gold.

It attracted everyone's attention, and the entire hall showed dreamy and magnificent colors.

The water in the pool boiled, and a dark golden, musket-like tubular weapon pulled the formation and floated in mid-air.

"clang!"

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, as if there was an invisible heavy hammer beating, and a pleasant buzzing sound emerged.

"The heaven and the earth resonate! The magic weapon sounds!" A disciple exclaimed, ecstatically: "Elder, it's done! It's done!"

This seems to be a sign that the magic weapon contains spirit.

At this moment, the faces of all the disciples in the hall were filled with joy, and the tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

"It's done!"

"Our sacrifice was successful!"

In the midst of the joy, Elder Lu turned his head blankly and stared at the gun-shaped object that absorbed vitality and condensed himself. His cheeks trembled and he was so excited that he could not control himself.

However, he suddenly thought of something and looked at the young man in his hand: "You...you..."
To be continued...