On the lonely cliff of the Eternal Yin Realm, a black figure was hidden in the black mist. The blood red around his body was looming, and the sinister aura shot straight into the sky.

After a while, a handsome young man came flying towards me from a distance. His figure was like the wind, light and elegant. What was inconsistent was that there was a fat round plate lying on his shoulder.

"Master, the news has spread."

The young man knelt in front of Xiao Jamyao and said respectfully.

Xiao Jamyao slowly opened his eyes, and the flash of scarlet inside was extremely cold.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoban. Well done."

Xiao Jamyao raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The usually deafening shouts of killing could no longer be heard at all. The already dark Yin Yin Realm became even more lonely and desolate under the silence.

The ghost energy around him was stirring, and it seemed that it had reached its limit.

Looking at the looming traces of blood red in the dark sky, Xiao Jamyao suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.

Soon……

Let the news ferment for a few more days, and the time will be almost up...

Three days later, in the Artifact Sect, Lan Yue faced another entrance test as a craftsman.

This time, there was no Thunder Jade or the Inviting Flower Sword, so Lan Yue decided to use the most common equipment to test her current weapon refining level.

Wang Wuxing was still watching from the side. Seeing that Lan Yue was already familiar with the car, he couldn't help but sigh again at her rapid progress.

When it came to the refining stage, Lan Yue no longer summoned the origin of fire, but used her origin of thunder.

She wanted to try to find out whether refining Yaohua was just an accident, or whether thunder can also be used to refine weapons!

Wang Wuxing understood Lan Yue's decision almost instantly. His heart trembled slightly and his breathing became rapid with excitement.

Maybe today, he will witness the birth of a brand new method of refining, which will rewrite the history of the entire refining world!

Lan Yue used shadow stone, and its lightness and compactness impressed Lan Yue very deeply.

It is said that a soldier never tires of deceit, so Lan Yue thought she could keep a hidden weapon by her side to save her life.

When the source of thunder slowly approached the tempered shadow stone, countless fine purple electricity clung to it, causing a burst of sparks.

Lan Yue's consciousness wrapped around the Shadow Stone, and found that under the constant bombardment of purple electricity, it gradually shattered and then turned into powder.

Lan Yue's heart moved, and she controlled the powder to gather together again, slowly turning into eighty-one needles that were so small that they could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

The origin of thunder swarmed up, this time it was not bombardment, but compression!

Wang Wuxing's fists were clenched so hard that they turned white. In his consciousness, he saw that the eighty-one fine needles had turned into a translucent light purple. If he hadn't looked carefully, he might not even have been able to catch them with his consciousness.

The highest level of hidden weapons is silence. If this set of purple needles can be successfully refined, the list of hidden weapons in the fairy world will have to be rearranged...

Wang Wuxing's thoughts had just reached this point when a sharp sound suddenly erupted. A total of eighty-one purple needles screamed at the same time, causing eardrum pain.

"receive!"

A low shout suddenly sounded, and the next moment, eighty-one purple needles were summoned and all flew back. The purple needles gathered in one place and merged into an inconspicuous embroidery needle.

With a wave of her hand, the light purple embroidery needle floated obediently on Lan Yue's palm, exuding a cold breath.

Lan Yue's delicate eyebrows slowly stretched, revealing a hint of joyful smile.

"Lei'er, you..."

Wang Wuxing walked forward slowly, looked at the purple needle in Lan Yue's hand, and was speechless for a moment.

Who could have imagined that the history of the world of weapon refining would be completely overturned in this crude weapon refining room.

Wang Wuxing raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. She had beautiful features, unparalleled elegance, and a slim body that looked like she could hardly even lift a hammer. However, she was already the number one person in the world of weapon refining in a certain sense.

Because she created a new school in the world of weapon refining - Thunder Refining!

"Master, please take a look."

Lan Yue handed the purple needle to Wang Wuxing and waited humbly for the final tasting.

Wang Wuxing's hands were trembling a little. He tried several times before he succeeded in holding the purple needle in his hand.

It's slightly cool in hand and as thin as cicada wings.

Divine consciousness covered it, and eighty-one purple needles seemed to appear in front of Wang Wuxing's eyes. They were entangled with fine purple electricity, and the condensed killing intent penetrated the heart of the needle through the needle tip.

The combination of the origin of thunder and the killing energy is more perfect than the original demon-breaking disk.

Wang Wuxing withdrew his consciousness and looked at Lan Yue with emotion.

"As the saying goes: A young man is better than a good man, Lei'er, you did it."

Looking at Lan Yue who was full of hope, Wang Wuxing smiled very gently.

"Master Wang Lei, craftsman, congratulations, you have refined another rare and good magic weapon."

After hearing this, Lan Yue was slightly shaken, and a trace of disbelief flashed across her face.

The leader called her... Master Craftsman?

Seeing Lan Yue's frightened expression, Wang Wuxing suddenly burst into laughter.

"Lei'er, there is no doubt that although your qualifications are still relatively low, and perhaps the details of the magical weapon still need to be refined, judging from this purple needle, you are already a well-deserved craftsman!"

Wang Wuxing handed the purple needle back to Lan Yue and said with a smile: "Lei'er, judging from your bone age, you have only lived for about fifty years, right?"

"I have lived for nearly a thousand years and refined weapons for hundreds of years before I reached the height of the craftsman I am today."

Having said this, Wang Wuxing's face suddenly surged with anticipation.

"In today's world of weapon refining, the only people who can be considered master craftsmen are old men like me. Most of them are very arrogant and, to put it worst, stubborn."

"I really look forward to their jaw-dropping expressions when they see you!"

Wang Wuxing laughed to himself as he spoke.

What should I do? I am really looking forward to the next craftsman competition...

Lan Yue held the purple needle in her hand, and she still couldn't believe it. It was rare for Wang Wuxing to see Lan Yue's dazed look, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

Because Lan Yue has always looked smart, but now she looks a bit childish with her dazed look.

He smiled gently, recalling Lan Yue's thoughts.

"Lei'er, this instrument is ready. Give it a name."

Lan Yue looked at the clear purple needle in her hand, and her mind flashed back to Wang Cai Wang Wu Xing holding it with a happy smile on his face, and blurted out involuntarily, "Let's call it Nian Hua."

"Nianhua?"

Wang Wuxing was slightly startled, seeing that the purple needle looked like an embroidery needle, and suddenly felt that it was very suitable.
Chapter completed!