Ning Buwu nodded approvingly and said, "Please give me this spirit beast bag and come back to pick it up in three days."
When Yin Xiuxuan heard this, he was a little confused, but Ning Buwu naturally wouldn't lose his spirit beast bag, so he put down the spirit beast bag and walked outside.
"etc!"
Yin Xiuxuan turned his head and looked at Ning Buwu, wondering what he was going to say.
"This is your fire spirit. In the past two months, it has nearly reached the seventh level of Qi training. You can take it back and train it to get familiar with it. You can bring it over after three days!"
Yin Xiuxuan took the fire spirit that was thrown over like a ball. I don't know what advantage this little guy has. He was promoted so quickly in just two months. Now, he has accounted for more than 70% of the oranges.
In terms of cultivation level, he is almost on par with me. Looking in front of him, he is almost like a big orange.
Ning Buwu seemed to know what Yin Xiuxuan was thinking, and said impatiently: "This fire spirit has a good innate foundation. In recent days, it has absorbed a lot of top-notch ordinary fires, and it has naturally advanced quickly.
However, there will be a slow period and a hurdle soon. If you can get over it, it will be no problem to advance to the yellow flame, which is equivalent to the innate fire of a foundation-building monk. If you can't get over it, you may be a mortal for life.
It’s so hot.”
After hearing this, Yin Xiuxuan nodded. With a thought, the fire spirit got Yin Xiuxuan's order and immediately became the size of a fist. Even the flame tail shrank, and was put into the storage bag by Yin Xiuxuan.
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Well, even refining items can't achieve very good results. But with the increase of training, gradually, Huo Ling can match Yin Xiuxuan's rhythm well, and Yin Xiuxuan also slowly grasps the characteristics of Huo Ling.
On the third day, the fire spirit in Yin Xiuxuan's hands could be used to make basic low-grade magic weapons. Even the necessary tempering process for the materials of medium-grade magic weapons could be completed. It was just a little inconvenient during the refining process, but it was just
It's just a matter of time.
This day was exactly the time agreed upon by Ning Buwu. Yin Xiuxuan put away the fire spirit and walked to the weapon refining room with his sword. When he came to the door of Tianzi No. 3 room, he saw the door open with a creak.
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In this way, he judged his arrival. But soon he knew the reason.
In the refining room, there were two people standing at this time. Both of them were very familiar people, and Yin Xiuxuan didn't know how to treat them. They were Shi Zhongting and Bai Wuyuan, the two foundation building disciples.
Seeing Yin Xiuxuan come in, Shi Zhongting smiled slightly and said, "Senior nephew Yin, you are here, come in quickly!"
When Yin Xiuxuan heard the words, he had to obey. He nodded and entered. Only then did he see Ning Buwu standing in front of the door of the inner room, looking at the three of him indifferently.
"Senior Brother Ning, this is..."
Yin Xiuxuan was about to ask a question, but Ning Buwu waved his hand to interrupt, "These two are the foundation-building disciples sent by the sect to grant you the title of weapon refiner. It seems that you recognize them, so there is no need to talk nonsense."
Hearing Ning Buwu's impatience, Shi Zhongting just smiled faintly. Even Bai Wuyuan was not dissatisfied at all, but stood aside coldly and said nothing.
"Yes, as Junior Brother Ning said, Senior Nephew Yin was recommended by Junior Brother Ning, and after being proved, you were awarded the title of Weapon Refiner in the sect. The two of us are here to inform you and send you a token.
." Shi Zhongting nodded and smiled at Yin Xiuxuan.
Yin Xiuxuan was stunned when he heard this. In fact, he was not that surprised about receiving the title of Weapon Refiner. After all, Ning Buwu had already said it before, and this time it was rare to take something he had refined. No matter what he thought, this was the only thing he could get.
That's it. But what Shi Zhongting said just now was a very problematic word.
"'Junior Brother Ning?' Senior Uncle Shi, you call Senior Brother Ning 'Junior Brother Ning'?" Yin Xiuxuan swallowed his saliva and said with some surprise.
Hearing this, Shi Zhongting seemed to have thought of something, and nodded: "Yes, Junior Brother Ning was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training a few years ago, but because he had something to deal with, he never swallowed the Foundation Establishment Pill to break through the bottleneck.
Before March, Junior Brother Ning entered the inner sect, obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill, and successfully broke through, becoming one of my Yi Yun Sect Foundation Establishment disciples, so I am called 'Junior Brother Ning'."
Hearing these words, Yin Xiuxuan's eyes bulged with a look of shock. Shi Zhongting's face was not fake at all, and there was no need to tell such lies. Ning Buwu had a calm face and did not express his dissatisfaction.
From this point of view, this matter is indeed true.
Yin Xiuxuan looked at Ning Buwu, but he didn't know what to say. He finally uttered three words: "Uncle Ning!"
After hearing this, Ning Buwu finally regained his energy and nodded, "Although you and I are considered to have a personal relationship, the rules in the family cannot be broken. From now on, just call me senior brother in private situations."
He glanced at Shi Zhongting and Bai Wuyuan unhappily.
After hearing this, the two of them naturally knew that Ning Buwu thought he was in the way. However, when Ning Buwu was in the Qi training period, he was an ordinary Foundation Establishment monk and did not want to offend him. Now that he has been promoted to Foundation Establishment, although his cultivation level is only at the bottom, he still
However, the method of refining weapons with one hand is more sophisticated, and his status is still slightly higher than that of many ordinary foundation building disciples.
"Master Nephew Yin, congratulations, please take out your identity token!" Shi Zhongting said to Yin Xiuxuan.
Yin Xiuxuan knew that this was a formality, so he naturally handed the token to Shi Zhongting. Shi Zhongting waved his hand and took out a talisman. He threw it in the air, and it turned into a shining character hanging in the air. It was the ancient-style "ware"
"Character.
As if at random in the stone courtyard, he saw the word "Qi" swirling towards the token in his hand, and finally sank into it like a stone sinking into the sea. Then a golden light appeared, and a small word "QI" appeared on the
Under the word "Yunmeng", this is obviously proof of Yin Xiuxuan's identity as a weapon refiner.
"Okay, Senior Nephew Yin has officially become the weapon refiner in the sect. Even if he doesn't refine weapons, he will get a higher level of treatment in the sect. If he is willing to accept the task of the weapon refining room, he can completely refuse other tasks.
.Of course, if necessary, a formal refining room will be assigned to you in the door."
Suddenly, Ning Buwu said, "There is no need to assign it. Since I want to enter the inner door, I will give this weapon refining room to Master Nephew Yin."
Yin Xiuxuan was overjoyed when he heard this. How good this weapon refining room was. Others didn't know it. How could he not know it? He was about to give it to him before he saw it. How could he not be happy? But when he heard that Ning Buwu was about to leave, he felt a faint sadness in his heart.