The senior brother raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, you can go."
Wang Meng smiled bitterly. It seemed that the idea of refining in the Artifact Pavilion was a bit unrealistic. Now let alone five hundred gold, he felt it was very problematic, even one hundred gold.
Just as he was about to leave, he was held back by the senior brother.
"Friend, please come closer and talk." Seeing no one around, the senior brother waved to Wang Meng.
"How to say?"
"Haha, my friend, I see that you are an extraordinary weapon. I thought that refining these Immortal Binding Ropes has other uses. In fact, catching the True Essence Beast depends on your luck. I have an idea. Pang Hong is a quasi-third-grade weapon refiner.
I'm here to help you train these twelve bundles. It only costs one hundred gold. Of course, you understand that this is a matter between us."
The elder brother blinked.
Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, damn, it turns out he was just making extra money, and suddenly an idea came to him.
"Brother Pang, you have seen through it. In fact, I didn't really want to catch the true beast, but I made a bet with a few brothers. I said I had the talent to become a weapon refiner, but they didn't believe it. Grandma, I will really do it next year.
Those who want to enter the Artifact Pavilion to become a disciple."
Pang Hong smiled and guessed that it was like this. He would be stupid and bring a bunch of tattered demon ropes to refine them.
"Haha, don't worry, I know how to measure. A one-third success rate is enough." There was arrogance in his words. Everyone wants to get into the artifact pavilion these days. How can it be so easy to refine weapons? It's crazy.
"Brother Pang, my ideals have become clearer after meeting you. Do you think this will work? Lend me a place and I can practice on my own. I have really learned something. Regardless of success or failure, this hundred gold is yours!"
Wang Meng said.
"This..." Pang Hong was a little hesitant. Even Mao couldn't train this guy. He couldn't afford to lose this guy if he regretted it.
Wang Meng directly took out a hundred gold and said, "Brother Pang, I'm just betting on my words. If I don't succeed, I won't be able to succeed. Please do me a favor."
Weighing the gold bag in his hand, Pang Hong was happy, "Because you are so sincere, I will let you try it. But I have said it first, no matter success or failure, it will not be returned. Also, if there is any loss, you have to double it."
compensation."
"Yes, but I still need the corresponding materials, Brother Pang..."
"Don't worry, this is indispensable for you."
The materials are worthless, let alone a hundred gold. At least ninety, this guy is also a prodigal. Looking at his pale face and excessive drinking, he doesn't have much fighting ability if he wants to cause damage.
As the senior brother, Pang Hong has the right to test newcomers. It is only natural to make some extra money for himself.
"Qilong stone, tooth root, purple scale ink..." Wang Meng chose. I have to say that this senior brother is quite powerful. Let him take it as he wants. Of course, there are indeed no expensive materials here. Wang Meng just let him go.
toss.
Wang Meng's weapon refining skills have reached the peak, especially when he integrates his spiritual consciousness into magical weapons to create supreme treasures, he is unparalleled in the world. Although he has changed to another plane, to be honest, he is far from thinking about it, and mainly focuses on doing the details well.
, if he wants to refine rare things, he also needs to adapt to the refining rules here, but this low-level demon binding rope is really too difficult for Master Wang.
It's just that finding the right materials does take some effort. For Wang Meng, it must be to abandon the name and effect and go straight to the essence of the material.
Watching Wang Meng touch here and there, Pang Hong couldn't help laughing. An amateur is an amateur. He can't even do basic identification and still wants to be a weapon refiner.
It's great to make extra money.
"Ahem, you pick the things yourself. Well, the weapon refining room is there. You can use it, but the time is only one hour, so go as fast as you can. The things in the Divine Artifact Pavilion are generally not allowed to be used by outsiders. I still have something to do.
You're busy, hurry up."
"no problem."
Pang Hong walked away leisurely. Such fat sheep don't often come around, and it was a good time to kill them this time.
Wang Meng, on the other hand, grabbed a lot of things and ran into the weapon refining room.
"Hey, senior brother, how about this fat sheep?"
The seventh junior brother Xie Xianyou who just disappeared slipped back.
"I got it, well done." Pang Hong patted Xie Xian, "Just stay here and drive him away when the time comes. Let him do the rest."
"Hey, I think this rookie will probably blow himself up in a short while. He thinks he can do it even if it's a human or not."
Xie Xian smiled.
"Okay, calm down, we are looking for wealth. The more people like this, the better off we will be."
Pang Hong said that life as a disciple of the Artifact Pavilion is actually very hard. Although they are talented, they can only meet the quota every day. Even after reaching the third level, they still have to repay the Artifact Pavilion for the first three years. Pang Hong and others
It is relying on rich kids like Wang Meng to improve their lives.
Pang Hong is less than thirty years old and is already close to the third level. He will definitely have a bright future in the future, and his level of weapon refining is unquestionable.
If you are lucky in the future, you might even become the president of a branch.
Of course Xie Xian wanted to curry favor and stood guard at the door, taking a look at the weapon refining room.
Alas, one hundred gold is really stupid.
Time is money. Wang Meng got busy at this time. He first lit the furnace with the refining stone. A green flame rose up, and the temperature in the instrument room suddenly rose.
It took a few minutes for Wang Meng to master this low-level weapon refining formation. The weapon refining did not require particularly high cultivation level. The main thing was to control the formation and refining techniques.
After trying all the materials, it took a while to select fifteen suitable ones, and the first bundle of demon rope was thrown into the furnace.
Wang Meng also laughed at the rapid heating and quenching in the furnace. It seemed that the effect was good, but... when he was about to succeed, the furnace seemed to have let out a big stuffy fart, and he suddenly suppressed it.
Master Wang scratched his head, damn, I was a little impatient and made a little mistake.
And Xie Xian outside was laughing so hard that he fell on his back. What a stupid mistake. It was obvious that he had lost his temper.
Take a nap.
Wang Meng wiped the ashes on his face, made a small mistake, and threw in the remaining twelve bundles. The formation was relatively low, so the success rate should not be too high, but based on Wang Meng's assessment, he could still achieve three
Five bundles were basically enough. This time Zhenren Wang followed the steps step by step. After all, failure was small, and he couldn't afford another hundred gold.
An hour came very quickly.
Xie Xian had a good sleep and looked at the sky outside. Suddenly he woke up and realized, what time was it? He rushed into the weapon refining room and took a breath, but he was already gone.
After stretching, the wonderful nightlife is about to begin.
Wang Meng returned to Jiang's house. The harvest this time was pretty good. Although he only succeeded in getting three bundles, these three bundles should be quite good.
"Master, your dinner is here." Wan'er walked in cheerfully.
"Okay, let's put it over there. By the way, why aren't you here today?"
Wang Meng also looked at the little girl curiously. Is Jiang Biyao relieved about him?
Wan'er was a little embarrassed, "Well, Master. I don't think this is good, but please don't blame Miss, it's just that your previous..., this must be a misunderstanding!"
Wang Meng laughed, and there were actually people who were fighting for him. "Ghost Spirit, I don't blame your lady, and I won't stay here for a long time."
"Master, I am not driving you away, I am..."
Wan'er quickly waved her hands.
"I know, I have something to do. By the way, I'm going to go for a walk in the countryside tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"
"Okay, okay." Wan'er clapped her hands excitedly, then suddenly became frustrated, "Master, you should actually invite the young lady to resolve her misunderstanding."
Wang Meng looked at Wan'er and said, "Actually, those rumors are true. I am a bad person."
"No, I don't believe it."
Wang Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There really is such a stubborn person. Even Wang Meng himself felt that his predecessor was not a good thing. "Okay, okay, you will prepare tomorrow's lunch."
"Leave it to me, this is Wan'er's specialty!"
Wan'er clenched her fist.
At this time, in the Artifact Pavilion branch, Yang Qi, the branch president, had just finished handling the affairs of the meeting. He checked the time and saw that it was time for inspection again.
As a branch president who gradually rose up from the bottom, Yang Qi has a very bad temper, but he does have real abilities. However, what he dislikes the most are the children of aristocrats. On the contrary, he dislikes those who are talented but do not come from a good background.
Good disciples are more favored, and of course the requirements are stricter. They will inspect various areas of the Artifact Alliance at fixed times every day.
Wangcheng is now a key area of contention for the three major forces. After all, the output of the Taibai Mountains is so amazing. The Spirit Controlling Association controls the identification of the True Essence Beasts, and the Artifact Pavilion controls the sealing containers of the True Essence Beasts. Both sides are trying to capture the spirit beasts.
They have to rely on each other at all times, so the competition is fierce. Yang Qi dislikes the old guy from the Soul Controlling Association the most. The history of the fight between the two is not as easy as that of the four major families.
As soon as Yang Qi arrived, all the disciples immediately became cautious. This weapon-refining master was extremely powerful, but he was also famous for his bad temper.
Senior Brother Pang Hong stood respectfully leading the disciples. In the Wangcheng Artifact Pavilion, Pang Hong was the most powerful person besides Master Yang Qi.
Yang Qi is still satisfied with his disciple. His background is not very good, but he is talented, hard-working, and well-organized.
After looking at this month's income and expenditure and checking the disciples' homework, Yang Qi showed a smile on his stern face every day, but only a little.
He nodded and said, "Pang Hong, you did a good job. Tell the children not to relax. You will not give up until you defeat the Soul Controlling Association."
"Yes, Master!" Pang Hong said, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart. The two old men have been fighting for so many years and are still so stubborn. Why bother if they have to compete.
"Well, in a few days you will take the assessment for a third-grade weapon refiner. Are you ready?"
Yang Qi said lightly.
"Please rest assured, master, I won't embarrass you!"
"Well, that shameless nephew is also going to take the test of a third-grade spiritual master. I'm just waiting to see the joke!"
Yang Qi said that nepotism is what he despises the most.
"Hey, why does it smell like a stuffy stove here?"
Yang Qi suddenly smelled something, a very low-level mistake. How could there be such an idiot among his disciples!
"Call everyone here!" Yang Qi's loud voice exploded like a thunder god.
Pang Hong's heart skipped a beat. Damn it, it's over. I forgot to clean it up!
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