An hour is neither long nor short.
People who left rushed back one after another
Come, because one hour will be over soon.
"How does this kid feel?"
Those who left asked those monks who never left.
A group of people gathered around, and many of the monks who came later did not know what was going on, so they came over to join in the fun.
"There are still a few minutes left, and it will be over in an hour!"
When the last few pages came to an end, Liu Wuxie closed her eyes and spent the last few minutes settling in.
A lot of information has not been completely digested. Although it is part of my memory, it still needs to be sorted out.
"Boy, the time is up, why don't you kneel down and kowtow?"
Huang Tan couldn't wait any longer and asked Liu Wuxie to kneel down quickly.
Liu Wuxie ignored him and still closed her eyes.
Deacon Sun stood aside, silent and watching quietly, because the time was not up yet.
With the last minute exhausted, Liu Wuxie finally opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Hundreds of thousands of materials were gathered into a book and appeared in Liu Wuxie's soul sea.
"I want a purple electric glass, a piece of earth dragon gold, and half a pound of earth soil..."
Liu Wuxie ignored Huang Tan's shouting, and instead looked at Deacon Sun, telling him several pieces of information in succession.
Every material is extremely valuable, and together they are worth more than 80 million spiritual stones.
Originally, Liu Wuxie didn't plan to buy so much. Since someone was paying for him, why not buy more.
Including several materials from Han Feizi, the total number is more than 100 million.
Huangtan alone cannot cash in so many spiritual stones.
"Boy, don't you understand what I'm saying? Kneel down quickly."
Huang Tan was a little angry. He was ignored by Liu Wuxie over and over again, and he stamped his feet angrily.
"There are a total of 114,700 kinds of weapons refining materials in Lingqiong Pavilion, of which metals account for 50%, meteorites account for 10%, deep-sea meteorite accounts for 20%, and the remaining 20%."
Liu Wuxie looked at Deacon Sun, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Deacon Sun's heart skipped a beat, he was in charge of the materials for refining the weapon.
He didn't know the exact number, it was probably more than 100,000, accurate to the number, unless someone who manages the warehouse would know.
More importantly, Liu Wuxie also divided them into categories, including metals, meteorites, and meteorites, which is incredible.
"Boy, you are talking nonsense."
Huang Tan made various sarcasm, thinking that Liu Wuxie was talking nonsense, and even Deacon Sun didn't know the specific number, how did he know it.
"Is this nonsense? Please ask Lingqiong Pavilion to bring the account books and compare them and you will understand."
Liu Wuxie's eyes were like looking at a dead person, and then he looked at Huangtan without any emotion.
"He is right. The amount of weapon refining materials in Lingqiong Pavilion is indeed 114,700, and the types are the same as what he said."
Just because Deacon Sun couldn't answer Liu Wuxie's question, it didn't mean that other people in Lingqiong Pavilion were not qualified.
The crowd moved aside automatically, and an old man appeared in everyone's sight.
With every step he took, the surrounding space was shaking, and the terrifying power of the earth was rushing around crazily.
"It's Elder Qin. He is one of the few elders in Lingqiong Pavilion."
The crowd let out a burst of exclamations, and even the elders of the Dixuan Realm came out. It seems that what happened here has alarmed the senior officials of Lingqiong Pavilion.
It just so happened that Elder Qin was in charge of the materials for refining weapons, so he knew the numbers best.
"Even if he remembers the quantity, what's the use? He just said that he can remember the names of all the materials."
Huang Tan still refused to give up, but his tone of voice was obviously not as forceful as before.


Chapter completed!