A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

Seeing this, the apprentice in yellow felt relieved a little. Mo Han holds a powerful position in the Weapon Refining Hall and the entire Weapon Refining World. If even he cannot confirm it, what Wu Qing said may not be true.

After calming down in his heart, the apprentice in yellow began to sarcastically say: "Is what the Pavilion Master said true? If it is not true, I advise you not to talk nonsense. The people in the Refining Hall are not here for you to joke." If it is false, If someone in the Weapon Refining Hall tries it, then the person who loses it is a generation of Weapon Refining Masters, or in other words, the future Weapon Refining Masters!

"Of course it's not true!" The decisive answer was beyond everyone's expectation. Before everyone could be stunned, they saw the person in front of them flicking her armband, and a black light like a stream of light in the dark night flowed out from her wide armband. Ignite the extinguished refining furnace. She threw it casually, and the Qingge in her hand was thrown in.

Without giving anyone time to react, Wu Qing pulled Ling Xi's hand up, slashed the edge of the fan, and tore a line of air on his palm. The ink fan stained with bright red was flicked, and a few drops of blood slid through the air in a perfect arc and fell into the furnace.

This series of actions flowed like clouds and water, and there was no time to stop it from happening. Similarly, Wu Qing did not give them time to question.

Sizzling, a few drops of Lingxi's blood were quickly swallowed up by the molten iron. Splashing sparks splashed out of the furnace like fading stars in the dark night. Qing Ge floated up and down in the furnace with the rolling molten iron.

After a while, the movement in the furnace began to slow down, and Qing Ge could be vaguely seen in the surging molten iron. The weapon was still the same weapon, no changes had occurred, let alone any visions.

The apprentice in yellow breathed a long sigh of relief. Only then did his anxious heart truly settle down. At this moment, he had the confidence to refute the ridicule: "Pavilion Master, holy weapons are not so easy to refine. If a few drops of the weapon refiner's blood can turn a medium-grade spiritual weapon into a holy weapon, what can be achieved in the divine world?" Aren’t there sacred vessels all over the corridors?”

There was a sneer in his tone, and he was afraid that Wuqing would excuse that this was an experiment with a few drops of blood, not Lingxi's life. This failure could not be counted. He added: "Pavilion Master, I am thinking of you for refining weapons." I don’t know anything, so I won’t care about this bet this time. I hope you won’t really gamble with Lingxi’s life. The lives of us in the Refining Hall are not to be taken lightly.”

In one sentence, he raised his profile, appeared magnanimous, and also expressed his criticism of Wu Qing. He made a move before the "Future Mistress" got started, which was enough to make his father and the people of the Feng family look at him with admiration.

There is nothing better than this for a villain to succeed.

The apprentice in yellow is not afraid that Wu Qing will not fulfill the bet if she says this. After all, a person of her status cannot afford to lose such face. He figured it out. If Wu Qing really regretted it, he would spread the word and it would become more difficult for her to gain a foothold in the Feng family in the future.

After saying these words eloquently, the abacus in the mind of the apprentice in yellow began to click. When he came back to his senses, he found that Wu Qing, who should have been embarrassed, was looking at him lazily with his phoenix eyes open, and those gold and silver eyes that could compete with the sun and the moon were turning indescribably as always. Smile marks.

A kind of delusion, like a child acting arrogantly in front of adults, rose up in the heart of the apprentice in yellow. The surprise in his heart disappeared in an instant. Under the intersection of various sudden emotions, he became angry and opened his mouth. Just say something.

It's a pity that no one gave him this opportunity, not even the stove gave him face. At this moment, a strong light suddenly appeared in the furnace!

The Huamang mixed with rich spiritual energy exploded like cracking ice. With a loud bang, the weapon refining furnace cracked, and large and small fragments shot out and splashed out along with the rolling air waves. The molten iron was burning and sizzling on the floor.

The aftereffects of the frenzied flow of spiritual energy and the raging power of the tent, along with the flowing molten iron, shattered tables and chairs. The apprentices who reacted dispersed in a panic, using their magic power to escape as quickly as possible.

In the arrogant sky, when everyone was running away, there was only a graceful red figure of the wind god standing still in the center of the weapon refining hall. She raised a blood-striped ink fan with one hand, and pointed the tip of her index finger in the void. , a looming mental barrier unfolded from her fingertips, shrouding her inside.

A millimeter apart, the outside of the barrier was like wind and chaotic clouds, but inside the barrier, there was a young master with his clothes and sleeves swaying lightly, looking very carefree.

Besides Wu Qing, the old man in gray clothes who stayed still was Mo Han. The moment the mental barrier around him unfolded, he stopped rising and sat motionless in his original position.

The explosion of the weapon refining furnace did not last long, the dust settled, and the weapon refining hall soon returned to calm. If it were not for the ground that was burned by dark fire and the destroyed weapon refining furnace, no one would have thought of what had just happened. . This is actually nothing. Furnace explosions in the weapon refining hall often happen. This is something that every weapon refining master will experience.

After confirming that the danger had passed, the apprentices came back from outside one after another. Because they ran fast, most of them were not injured. Even if they were, they were only minor scratches. With the only exception - Huang on the ground. The clothing apprentice suffered a bloody head and fell into a coma.

While everyone was curiously paying attention to the situation of the refining furnace, this guy was the only one who worked hard to show off his power in front of Wu Qing. Naturally, he was the slowest to react. This guy is also very lucky. He is neither dead nor disabled. This minor injury can be cured by lying down for ten days and a half.

The apprentices who came back one after another watched Wu Qing's eyes change again and again. They had never seen a person unfold the barrier at the moment of exploding the furnace. This is actually related to the fact that the cultivation level of the weapon refiners is generally not high. Very few weapon refiners can use magic power freely. Their practice of magic power only extends their lifespan and has more time to study the art of weapon refinement.

Despite this premise, Wu Qing's actions still amazed them. This is a strong man, a strong man in a completely different field from them!

Lowering his hand, Wuqing retracted his mental barrier under the admiring gazes of more than a dozen people, and even the barrier that protected Mo Han. Yes, the barrier that protects Mohan was built by her.

Again, those with various professions such as weapon refiners are generally not very good at cultivation. Even if Mo Han is the leading weapon refiner master, he still has not escaped from this general law and must immediately build a barrier for protection. What I didn't do at that time was just running away happily with the apprentices.

This old man left a good impression on Wu Qing. Before she was sure that this man would really become one of the obstacles to her destroying the Feng family, she would not offend him easily. A weapon refiner who is in a heaven-defying realm and is only one step away from entering the realm of annihilation. If he can win over it, he will definitely become a great help to Moyan Pavilion.

There is a saying that science has no borders, but scientists have nationalities. However, if you don’t try it, how can you know whether this weapon-refining master’s faith is higher than his obsession with weapon-refining, or whether his obsession with weapon-refining is based on faith?

"Look!" In the spirit of love for fellow disciples, someone bent down and tried to help the apprentice in yellow up. However, in the middle of the journey, he suddenly saw something incredible. With a shake of his hand, he threw the miserable apprentice in yellow back to the ground, and screamed in a high voice, attracting everyone's attention.

Among the mess on the ground, the place where the weapon refining furnace was originally located has been vacated, and there is still a circle of furnace footprints on the ground that have been accumulated over time. In the center of this circle of marks, Qing Ge, who had been almost forgotten by everyone, was lying quietly.

It's still bronze-like in color, and the lines of Ge Ren are still as imperfect as before. This is still the same weapon-making work that you can tell at a glance was made by a weapon-making apprentice. However, something is different. Even though he has the same appearance, Qingge at this moment has a charm that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"Holy... holy weapon!" Lingxi, the creator of Qingge, shouted immediately. He was the first to rush forward, brushing aside the people watching around Qingge, and picked up his work.

First, she hurriedly turned it over several times and looked back and forth several times. Then, as if she had discovered something amazing, Lingxi's hands trembled slightly, and she became more careful when inspecting the weapon. After repeating this over and over again, he suddenly shouted in surprise: "Holy weapon! It's really a holy weapon!"

Although the appearance has not changed, the faint aura has verified all the guesses - Qing Ge has turned into a sacred weapon! Even though it is at the lowest end of the holy weapon in terms of the thickness of the aura, it has indeed reached the standard of a holy weapon!

At this time, old man Mo Han could no longer remain calm. He suddenly stood up from his chair and took Qing Ge from Ling Xi's hand. As soon as the weapon passed his hand, his serious and calm face, decorated with traces of time, finally revealed an expression of surprise.

Holy weapon! A mid-grade spiritual weapon turned into a holy weapon right in front of him! This is something that has never happened in the entire world of weapon refining since ancient times! Something that should never have happened!

After returning Qing Ge to Ling Xi who was buried in surprise, Mo Han's eyes immediately looked towards Wu Qing. However, the red figure that was clearly standing there but still giving off a sense of decadence and laziness was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Han's eyes flashed, and a trace of wonder slowly flowed out of his hesitant gaze. The holy weapon has been completed and the work has been accomplished. At this time when he should have been receiving countless praises calmly in glory, Wu Qing, the protagonist, left silently!

He had heard the names of the Lord of Mo Yan Pavilion, the name of the Killing God Mentor, and Mei Wuqing countless times. In terms of achievements, Mo Han admired her, but this was just an appreciation for a stranger who became famous as a young man, nothing else.