After counting, Wang Feng stood up and put it in the box.

Lu Fei also forged a sword at this time.

He shook it slightly and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he threw it aside.

He turned his head to look at Wang Feng and asked, "Grandpa Wang, what are the number of these magic weapons?"

Wang Fengdao: "A hundred swords; one hundred swords; one hundred bows; fifty guns; eighty-two guns... a total of five hundred and forty pieces."

"Only more than 500 pieces?"

Lu Fei frowned slightly and murmured to himself: "It's half still there!"

He asked him to create a thousand pieces, which took five days.

Three days have passed, and he has only made more than 500 pieces.

"Grandpa Wang, after you hand over these magical tools to my father and queen, please bring some more materials."

"yes!"

After bowing his hands, Wang Feng turned around and left.

Lu Fei took the materials and refined the weapon.

After these three days of restless refining weapons, his mental power has been greatly improved.

As soon as he walked out of the weapon refining room, Wang Feng saw Yuncheng standing next to him.

"Master Yun, are you here to find His Royal Highness?"

"No, I'm here to find you."

“…”

After a moment of silence, Wang Feng said in confusion: "I wonder what Master Yun is asking me for?"

"Actually nothing is wrong."

Yun Cheng waved his hand, looked at the closed stone gate, and said, "I just want to ask, how many magic weapons did that kid create these days?"

Although he didn't want to see Lu Fei, he was still quite curious about how many magic weapons he had forged.

"More than five hundred pieces." Wang Feng did not hide it.

"What level of magic weapons are they?"

"Five hundred heavenly magic weapons."

"Forehead…"

Yun Cheng was stunned in an instant.

The next moment, I turned to the corner next to me and squatted down, and kept drawing circles on the ground.

Seeing Yuncheng autistic again, Wang Feng smiled awkwardly.

After a slight salute, he turned around and left.

Yun Cheng, who was squatting at the corner, muttered to himself: "Damn, is that little monster a devil?"

Why did you create so many magic weapons in just three days? And they are all at the heaven level!"

With his current forging ability, he forged a heaven-level magic weapon, and the fastest speed is three or four hours.

But Lu Fei, a monster, made a handful of less than one stick of incense, or even less than one stick of incense.

Compared with him, I am completely a world and there is no comparison at all.

"If the little monster grows to the Taoist level weapon refiner, then you will not be able to mass produce Taoist weapons?!"

Above the four magical instruments of heaven and earth, the Taoist instruments are.

Although there is only one level difference between the Heaven and the Dao levels, its width is as far away as a galaxy.

In addition, we must understand the mystery.

Many heavenly-level weapon refiners are unable to cross this galaxy to become Taoist weapon refiners because they cannot understand the mystery.

...

After leaving the refining room, Wang Feng came to the study room in diameter.

Just as he was about to leave the study, Lu Batian, when he saw Wang Feng coming, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He asked, "Uncle Wang, what's the matter with you coming to find me?"

"Prince, the old slave has taken the magic weapon refined by His Highness the Crown Prince as you ordered."

After saying that, Wang Feng took out the "space box" containing magic weapons.

After looking at the 'space box' in front of him, Lu Batian did not come forward to open it, but asked: "Uncle Wang, Xiaofei has forged a total of several heaven-level magic weapons."

According to his estimate, the maximum number of magic weapons his son Lu Fei could create was more than twenty.

It was impossible to meet his expectations.

As for creating a thousand pieces in five days, it is completely about playing the piano against a cow.

No matter how powerful a heavenly weapon refiner is, it is impossible for him to create a thousand pieces in a short time.

Even a Taoist-level weapon refiner is impossible.

After all, forging a magic weapon is very mentally consuming.

In addition, my son is extremely fast forging magic weapons, so he must be quite fast to consume mental power.

Wang Fengdao: "Five hundred and thirty-two pieces."

"How many?"

Lu Batian was shocked.

"Five hundred and thirty-two pieces."

Wang Feng responded with a wry smile.

“This ~”

Lu Batian seemed a little confused.

"Uncle Wang, are you sure you didn't joke with me again?"

It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, but that it’s a bit impossible.

Although his son had promised him before, he still didn't believe it.

"Prince, what I said is absolutely true. If you don't believe it, you can check it."

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Batian walked over and opened the "space box".

After inspection, there were indeed five hundred magic weapons stored in the "space box", and all of them were at the heaven level.

Lu Batian was completely confused when he was sure that his son could produce in batches.

"Does the little bastard useless mental power to create magic weapons?"

...

In a blink of an eye, two more days passed.

A bright morning.

"Bang!"

The closed stone door was opened, and Lu Fei came out with his haggard face.

After five days of sleepless creation, he finally completed the thousand magic tools his father wanted.

However, his mental power was also emptied and his body was extremely weak.

When he first left the gate of the refining room, Lu Fei fell heavily to the ground, unable to exert any strength.

The two guards standing guard in front of the door saw Lu Feiruan lying on the ground, and were shocked and hurried forward to help him up.

"Your Highness, Prince."

"Take me back to my residence and ask me to prepare some food."

If a monk only knows how to practice and does not do other things, he will not be hungry in a short period of time.

But he was refining his weapon for five days without sleep, and the energy in his body had already been drained.

"yes!"

The two of them dared not be negligent and helped Lu Fei leave.

Soon, the two brought Lu Fei back to his residence.

Su Mu, who wanted to come to find Lu Fei, was shocked when he saw Lu Fei being supported by two guards.

"Little Prince, are you okay? Why did you become so weak? Did someone beat you up?"

Su Mu's face was full of worry, tears were flowing in his eyes.
To be continued...