He closed his eyes and recalled the process of Wang Mingmei and the other four refining weapons.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes and began to refine his weapons.

He placed the silver needle wood at the bottom of the green lotus tripod, lit the spiritual wood and pasted a piece of dough on the cover of the green lotus tripod.

When the dough turned from white to yellow, Wang Changsheng threw the black iron into the Qinglian Cauldron.

Half a quarter of an hour later, he poured a box of iron sand in.

A piece of spiritual wood was burned, and he hit the green lotus tripod on the Qinglian tripod. The green lotus on the surface of the tripod rotated sixty degrees, and the iron flowed into the mold along the small hole.

Wang Changsheng took out the spiritual liquid and slaughtered it into the spiritual liquid one by one.

The spiritual liquid transformed into two mysterious blue characters, which flashed into iron blocks.

The iron block suddenly shone brightly, and two cyan characters flashed wildly.

Only the tempering process is left, which is the most important part of refining tools.

Wang Changsheng took a deep breath and carefully poured cold water on the iron block, and a squirt of white smoke suddenly emerged.

The smoke dissipated, and a short sword with a sparkling green light appeared in front of everyone.

"Has it succeeded?"

Wang Changsheng looked ecstatic, took out the blue short knife, looked carefully, and couldn't let go of his love.

A spiritual weapon was formed under one's own hands, and a sense of pride arises naturally.

"Uncle Qi, how about this spiritual weapon?"

Wang Changsheng handed the Qingyue Sword to Wang Yaoxi and asked Wang Yaoxi to check it out.

Wang Yaoxi took the Qingyue Knife, looked carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "You have performed well in the first time to refine the weapon. However, you do not have enough grasp of the heat. The iron was released a little earlier, and some of the iron sand had not completely melted. If this Qingyue Knife collides with the Qingyue Knife refined by your fifth aunt, your knife will break. You must pay attention to the heat. It must not be too early or too late. Any deviation will affect the quality of the spiritual weapon. Take a break and then refine the weapon."

"Yes, Uncle Seven."

Wang Changsheng agreed, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the process of refining the weapon just now.

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes and continued to refine his weapons.

In the next two refining weapons, Wang Changsheng was released a little later, delaying the time for inscribed spiritual patterns, and the refined spiritual weapons were dim in color.

He successfully refined the spiritual weapon with three pieces of materials. Although the quality of the spiritual weapon was not particularly good, it was quite good.

"Today you just started refining weapons. Don't be upset if you fail. Novice will inevitably fail. Don't be proud if you succeed. Pride makes people retreat. The way to refining weapons should be perfect, and there is no deviation at all. You will talk about the process of refining weapons and discuss and compare them to make it easier to make progress."

Wang Mingmei nodded and said, "I'll do it first! I ignite the spiritual wood to warm up according to the method of my ancestors' refining weapons......"

Wang Mingmei and the other two took turns to tell their refining process and discuss each other, which made a lot of gains.

The day passed quickly and they returned to their respective rooms to practice.

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Pingyang County, a valley full of strange flowers and plants.

Outside the valley is a large white fog, and there is a large area of ​​buildings inside the valley, which is the residence of the Song family.

The Song family has a history of more than 400 years. There are more than 160 immortal cultivators in the clan, and the highest cultivation is Song Tianming.

Song Tianming is now 140 years old, with the third floor of foundation building. He usually practices in seclusion in a secret room. There is no big deal, and other people in the tribe will not disturb him from practicing insidiously.

On this day, a tall and thin middle-aged Confucian scholar knocked on the stone door of the secret room.

"Second uncle, my nephew has something very important to report to you."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said respectfully.

He is Song Ziyang, the current head of the Song family. He is forty years old this year and has the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"It's Ziyang! Come in!" Song Tianming's voice suddenly rang out, and the stone gate opened.

Song Ziyang walked in quickly. The secret room was only a hundred feet in size. In addition to a stone bed, there was also a stone table and a few chairs. However, the spiritual energy in the secret room was relatively rich.

Song Tianming sat cross-legged on a cushion. When he saw Song Ziyang coming in, he asked, "Ziyang, what big thing happened?"

"No major happens, but our neighbor, the Wang family in Changping County, seems to have discovered some kind of mineral vein, and my nephew comes to report to my second uncle."

Song Tianming frowned and asked, "Mine Veins? Explain clearly, what's going on?"

"That's right. A month ago, many tribe members discovered that a formation was set up in Qingshi Town, Ping'an County, and the Wang family members were guarding it. Once outsiders approached, they would be expelled. My nephew sent someone to inquire secretly and found that every time, several cultivators from the Wang family would leave the quarry and return to Qinglian Mountain. The time was not fixed and the route was not fixed. My nephew sent someone to monitor it for more than a month, and then he found a little bit of an eye. My nephew analyzed that the Wang family should have discovered some kind of mineral vein."

Song Tianming's eyes lit up and he asked solemnly: "Mine Veins? Are you sure?"

"My nephew is 90% sure it is the ore vein. If it is something else, the Wang family members will not be able to set up a formation and send people back to Qinglian Mountain every few days. The explanation for the ore vein is the most reasonable."

"A mine vein was found in Ping'an County. It was the virtue accumulated by the ancestors of the Wang family. What? Do you want to grab it?"

Song Ziyang smiled embarrassedly and said, "Uncle Second, my family's life is not easy. Life is very tight. We have not been able to cultivate talents who know the four arts of cultivating immortals. We can only earn some spirit stones by selling Linggu. In addition, the rent in the market can barely maintain the family's operation. The quarry where the mine vein is not far from our Guanglin County. A piece of fat is under our noses. Even if we can't swallow it, it's not too much to get some oil and water!"

"What do you want to do? You don't want me to take action and destroy the Wang family's stronghold! If there is really a mine vein there, the Wang family will definitely set up a defensive formation. I remember that the Wang family has a second-level spiritual bird, the Golden Beard Eagle, which is faster than ordinary flying magic weapons. It takes less than half an hour to go from Qinglian Mountain to Qingshi Town. If there is a leak of the wind, the Wang family will not forget it like this. How can you calm the Wang family's anger at that time?"

Song Tianming frowned and scolded without hesitation.

"If it were just our Song family, there was no need to break up with the Wang family. However, if the Liu family and the Sun family were involved and the three families joined forces, I think the Wang family could only swallow this anger. Even if the Wang, Huang and Li families joined forces, we could get some ore and make a fortune when they came to the door."

Song Tianming rubbed his eyes and thought about the pros and cons of this matter.

"I understand this. We can join forces with the Liu family and the Sun family, but I can't take action. Ningzhou's foundation-building cultivators have an unwritten rule. Foundation-building cultivators are not allowed to attack Qi Refining Cultivators at will. Otherwise, if I kill the Qi Refining Cultivators of the Wang family today, Wang Yaozong will be able to kill the Qi Refining Cultivators of our Song family tomorrow, which will only make others cheaper."

Song Ziyang nodded and said, "My nephew also understands this truth. He just asks for advice from his second uncle and dare not bother him. We three families join forces and each sects five Qi Refining Cultivators. It is best if they win, but they will not lose much. After all, it is a joint action for the three families. If the Wang family takes revenge in the future, they will be afraid of one or two."

"Which stronghold is you planning to attack directly? If you can't take it down, when Wang Yaozong arrives, the tribe sent will be dead. At that time, the Wang family will take the favor and I will not be able to take action."

"The second uncle taught his lesson that his nephew planned to attack the Wang family members who were escorting the ore, first weaken the power of the Wang family guards, and then work together to siege that stronghold. If he can't capture it within a quarter of an hour, he will retreat immediately and never delay. What should he do if he wants to do it?"

Song Tianming felt that this idea was good and nodded and said, "No, let's take a look and don't leave anyone with a handle."
Chapter completed!