He looked at Su Wen and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the sake of the eldest prince, I would have kicked people like you out of the house!"

After saying that, he ignored Su Wen again, turned around and sat on a chair in the hall, picked up the water bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Obviously, he was very angry.

"Master, help take Brother Su to find a good refining room."

The eldest prince had no choice but to wave to a master craftsman.

The weapon-refining master was flattered to see the eldest prince being so polite. He quickly stepped forward and led Su Wen in one direction.

"Thank you very much, eldest prince."

Su Wen glanced at Mr. Qin, shook his head slightly, and didn't bother to pay attention. He was here to refine the holy weapon, not to fight. He didn't pay attention to this kind of dispute at all.

He followed the weapon refiner and walked along a corridor.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

The eldest prince breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his hands towards Mr. Qin.

"Oh, I also know your difficulties. Such a talented person is always tolerant, but he always has a certain temper. If he doesn't know the limits of the sky, he will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

"I finally know why he offended so many people. He is extremely arrogant in his heart."

Mr. Qin paused and said dissatisfiedly: "To be arrogant, you must have the ability to match! Otherwise, it is arrogance! Stupid!"

The eldest prince smiled bitterly, sat down next to Mr. Qin, and sighed: "If he fails to refine the weapon later, I hope Mr. Qin will be merciful, otherwise it will be really difficult for me."

If Su Wen becomes angry out of shame, he will be caught between Mr. Qin and Su Wen, and he will not be able to help anyone.

Mr. Qin waved his hand.

He paused and said to the weapon-refining masters: "You guys, go watch that kid and don't blow up my weapon-refining room."

"It's okay to fail, but if you get hurt because of it, the eldest prince will probably have to cause trouble for me again."

Several weapon refiners nodded, turned around and walked over.

They were also curious about what a guy under twenty years old could refine.

The eldest prince heard Mr. Qin's sarcasm and shook his head helplessly.

He didn't say anything. Refining a weapon is like refining an elixir. The formation formed is unstable and the whole weapon is internally chaotic and will definitely explode.

That power is not much less than the power of a pill furnace explosion.

Su Wen, on the other hand, entered the weapon refining room.

As soon as he entered, there was a scorching breath, which was faintly hot, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"There were flames, iron pincers, and iron stones, and hammers."

The master of the weapon refining was a dark and strong young man. He introduced them one by one and said curiously: "Brother, are you really good at refining weapons? I have followed Mr. Qin since I was a child, and I am still a beginner. I can only make low-level psychic treasures."

"My name is Chen Hansheng. I heard from my master that I am already considered a weapon-refining genius at this level."

When the dark young man said this, his expression showed a hint of pride and pride.

Most guys his age can only forge mortal weapons, and the requirements for psychic treasure weapons are extremely demanding.

"Have you ever heard of what it means that there is heaven outside the sky and there are people outside the world?"

Su Wen looked at it and touched the red-hot stove. There was a huge bellows next to it.

What is burned here is similar to the flint used to make alchemy.

"I don't believe you can really refine it. If you want a top-notch psychic weapon, and the eldest prince is your guarantee, apologize to me, Mr. Qin, and he will definitely make one for you."

Chen Hansheng said, he couldn't bear to see Su Wen being hit.

He has heard of Su Wen's name for a long time and respects him very much. In his opinion, his ability to defeat Wu Kun is very impressive.

"Psychic treasure? I want to refine it, but it is a holy weapon."

Su Wen smiled lightly and thought this guy was pretty good. His eyes were black and white and very clear. Although he was older than him, his thoughts were much simpler.

"You're bragging, no one in Daxia can refine a holy weapon, not even my master."

Chen Hansheng was stunned and shook his head vigorously, totally disbelieving.

The holy weapon, that was his dream.

A sacred weapon, the formation contained in it is unpredictable and extremely sharp, and the psychic treasure weapon is completely inadequate in front of it.

That kind of power can break mountains with one blow, and nothing can stop that kind of sharpness.

"Just watch it."

Su Wen didn't care. He glanced at the group of weapon refiners surrounding the door, shook his head, took out a sword, and then took out the ancient black sword.

As soon as the sword was taken out, a violent spirit trembled in the sword, and a strong wind and thunder aura surged, the pressure was terrifying, and the entire weapon refining room was shaking.

From a long distance away, the group of weapon refiners outside could feel the slight tingling on their skin, as if their whole bodies were about to be torn apart by the strong sword energy.

"Holy weapon!"

The faces of the weapon refiners changed drastically, and they stared at the sword with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Sacred artifacts only exist in ancient books. They have heard of them but have never seen them!

"This this……"

Chen Hansheng was almost knocked to his knees by the sharp sword energy. His face turned pale and he kept retreating.

Footsteps sounded.

Mr. Qin and the eldest prince rushed over in a hurry. When they saw the sword, the expressions on their faces were extremely wonderful.

"A holy weapon with wind and thunder attributes! Where did you come from!"

Mr. Qin asked loudly, looking at the Gale and Thunder Holy Sword with hot eyes, and his voice was trembling.

The eldest prince was even more stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.

The complete sacred vessel.

Only my father owns it!

Even he only has a small fragment of the sacred weapon, which he regards as a treasure and is reluctant to use it.

But Su Wen actually owns a complete holy weapon!

"Where did it come from? It's inconvenient to tell Mr. Qin. I'm going to start refining weapons."

Su Wen said calmly, gently, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to dissolve, just cooperate with me in refining the weapon and integrate it into my ancient black sword."

The Holy Sword of Gale and Thunder trembled, and the spirit within seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally giving in and not daring to move again.

The words fell.

The sound of needles dropping could be heard all over the place, and the hot breath filled the entire refining room, but the group of refining masters did not feel the slightest heat, and instead felt chilled in their hearts.

"You...what did you say? Are you going to smelt this holy weapon and re-melt it to make a new sword?"

Mr. Qin's lips were trembling, and he stared at Su Wen, his eyes were red, and he seemed a little angry.

"You! What a waste! What a waste! You will destroy this sacred weapon! You will get nothing by then!"

Mr. Qin was going crazy. He had never seen such a crazy guy.

If you don't use a good holy weapon, you have to smelt it and re-create it yourself!

He is not even sure that he can refine a holy weapon again!

The eldest prince opened his mouth wide and was also shocked.

This guy is really crazy. The refining failed and the holy weapon was gone.

There is no doubt that the probability of failure is unimaginably high.

"No trouble."

Su Wen glanced at him and threw the wind and thunder sacred weapon into the furnace.

The flame suddenly rises, and the temperature rises sharply!

Mr. Qin's body swayed, and his eyes were filled with darkness.
Chapter completed!