Even if they are both primary spiritual weapons, they are divided into different levels.

The better the quality, the greater the power.

Like the two spiritual weapons refined by Feng Tae-hyun just now, they are of ordinary quality.

Tang Muyang's hand is already the highest quality among the initial spiritual weapons, also called perfect quality.

Feng Tae-hyun never thought that this guy he had never taken seriously could actually refine a perfectly-quality spiritual weapon.

How is this possible?

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, can you refine a perfectly-quality first-level spiritual weapon by relying on one person to work behind closed doors?

Feng Tae-hyun looked at Tang Muyang in disbelief.

As for the others, they also came to their senses and looked at Tang Muyang with complex eyes.

Originally, they were not optimistic that he could successfully refine it.

After all, the art of refining weapons has always been mastered in weapon refining sects like the Jiuding Sect.

For ordinary warriors, let alone refining spiritual weapons, it is incredible that they can refine ordinary magic weapons.

Tang Muyang not only refined it, but also the highest quality elementary spiritual weapon.

The shock in everyone's hearts is no longer described in words.

Tang Muyang did not go to see them, and directly handed the exquisitely shaped mace to Zhang Ying, "Aunt Zhang, fortunately, I am not insulting my fate."

Zhang Ying took the mace with joy, her eyes full of admiration, "I really did see the wrong person."

As he said that, he waved a few times.

The mace seemed to have life in her hands, and it made a "whirr" sound.

"Good thing! My combat power has increased by at least several times." Zhang Ying looked happy and was extremely satisfied with her spiritual weapon.

The white tiger beside him looked at the mace in Zhang Ying's hand, then at the tiger-headed knife in his hand. The joy just now disappeared and said sourly, "What's the pride? It's like someone doesn't have it."

Although his voice was small, Zhang Ying, who had sharp ears, heard it and immediately turned around and said, "Don't convince? Then let's compete."

Baihu hesitated a little, but he nodded toughly, "Just compare, who is afraid of whom?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Ying swaying the mace that was taller than her and smashing it.

The white tiger was startled at first and had no time to dodge, so he directly set up a tiger-headed knife to block it.

"Clang..."

A deafening roar sounded, and the white tiger was smashed several meters away.

What's even more shocking is that the tiger-headed blade in his hand was actually smashed into two pits by a mace.

That's not all. Zhang Ying gained power with one move, and then hit him like a storm.

"Clang clang clang..."

Several consecutive roars sounded, and the tiger-headed knife had become bumpy on its blade.

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore." Baihu shouted quickly, and then threw the terrible tiger-headed knife to the ground. "What kind of garbage is this?"

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the tiger-headed knife that was smashed like a sieve.

Although they knew that the mace made by Tang Muyang was of better quality, they did not expect that there was such a big gap.

Both of them are primary spiritual weapons, the White Tiger's tiger-headed sword was smashed beyond recognition.

Seeing that the spiritual weapon he had just refined was smashed into scrap iron, Feng Tae-hyun's face was a little uneasy at this time.

Before he could speak, Zhang Ying turned her head and looked at Xuanwu again, "Let's practice?"

Xuanwu glanced at Baihu's tiger's tiger's tiger's knife, then looked down at his shield, hesitating.

Zhang Ying didn't give him time to think, so she just threw it over with a mace.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After a few sticks, the shield, which was like a turtle shell, ended up like a tiger-headed knife, and was directly smashed into a sieve.

Xuanwu is relatively simple and dull. Seeing that the spiritual weapon he had just obtained was smashed beyond recognition, he couldn't help but cry in his arms holding the turtle shell.

Zhang Ying walked proudly to the middle of the crowd and smashed the mace to the ground with a "bang". "Who dares to say that Xiao Yang's weapon refining skills are not as good as Feng Taixian?"

Everyone present looked at Zhang Ying, who was showing off her might, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Especially Feng Tae-hyun himself, his cheeks twitched repeatedly.

This is no longer slapping him in the face, but pressing his face to the ground and rubbing it.

As a representative from the Jiuding Sect, he refined spiritual weapons for the four major guardians of China, but was pressed to the ground by an outsider. How could he accept this?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned around and looked at Fan Zhi, "Please rest assured, Lord Qinglong, I will definitely help you refine a better magic weapon."

Fan Zhi didn't say anything, and he felt regretful.

If I had known that Tang Muyang had such a strong ability to refine weapons, why would he have to look far and far?

But now that he has made a choice, he has no room for regret, so he has to nod, "Okay, I believe in you."

What Fan Zhi wanted to refine was a gun, which had very strict requirements on the material.

And the materials here are only enough to refine them once.

In other words, if Feng Tae-hyun failed to refine this time, then Lord Qinglong would have to continue fighting with bare hands.

Fan Zhi put all his hopes on Feng Tae-hyun.

Feng Tae-hyun turned his head solemnly and looked at Tang Muyang, "Don't be too proud of yourself too early. Isn't it a perfect first-level spiritual weapon? I'll let you see what an intermediate-level spiritual weapon is."

After saying that, he picked up the materials and walked towards the refining equipment.

When everyone heard his words, they were shocked.

The primary spiritual weapon and the intermediate spiritual weapon are two concepts.

No matter how perfect the former is refined, it is far from comparable to the latter.

Feng Tae-hyun is being forced to do so!

When Tang Muyang heard his words, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, and at the same time he was a little expectant.

To be honest, he really wants to see with his own eyes how to refine intermediate spiritual weapons.

Seeing that Feng Taehyun's expression was a little abnormal, Fan Zhi immediately spoke, "Are you sure you want to refine an intermediate spiritual weapon? Are you sure?"

This was his only chance to have a spiritual weapon, and he didn't want to mess it up because of Feng Tae-hyun's anger.

Feng Tae-hyun smiled confidently, "Don't worry, Lord Qinglong, I haven't refined the intermediate spiritual weapon before, so don't worry."

Fan Zhi then felt relieved. It would be great if Feng Tae-hyun could truly refine an intermediate-level spiritual weapon.

Feng Tae-hyun didn't say anything more. He first took out a piece of special material from his body, cut it off a small piece, and then carefully put it back in his arms.

Seeing this, Tang Muyang secretly guessed that this should be his secret material.

Just like when he refining a weapon, adding Wukong's feces can make the material more spiritual.

As he guessed, what Feng Tae-hyun took out was the special material mixed in when refining weapons in Jiuding Gate. Even in Jiuding Gate, it was considered a very precious material.

When he just refined the White Tiger and Xuanwu, he was never willing to use it.

But now that Tang Muyang is forced to the edge of the cliff, Feng Tae-hyun has to take it out.
Chapter completed!