When Monk Qianye heard this, he was overjoyed. As a weapon refiner, he knew the preciousness of the Five Spirit Stones. After refining the flying needle magic weapon requested by Liu Zhuo, there were definitely a lot of materials left.

With a generous reward in front of him, Monk Qianye was full of energy and was obsessed with the art of refining weapons. After all, there were not many opportunities to refine "earth" level magic weapons.

He raised his hand and threw the fire-retaining bottle out. Suddenly, a fire dragon condensed from the alchemy fire suddenly emerged from the mouth of the bottle, hovering around several weapon refining arrays.

Monk Qianye squeezed the magic tricks and activated all three weapon refining arrays.

Huh--!

The gathering of elixir fire in the fire-sinking bottle continued to eject, forming a dazzling fire ball in the air.

Next, Monk Qianye began to throw black iron arrows into the flames one by one.

The process was extremely slow. When Monk Qianye threw most of the iron arrows into it and melted into a colorful ball of iron, a whole day had passed.

Liu Zhuo was bored watching on the side. He knew that refining weapons was a very long process, as short as two or three days, as long as ten or half a month. In addition, he did not dare to be late for monk Jielu's morning class, so he left the weapon refining room early in the morning and returned to the Damo Academy. He only came to Tianwu Hall to see Monk Qianye's progress when he had free time.

On the fifth day of refining the weapon, when Liu Zhuo came to the refining room, he happened to witness an unlucky scene of failed refining the weapon.

Monk Qianye was completely dark and barely escaped from the refining room with a mid-level water shield.

This first time to refine the "earth" level magic weapon, it was obviously a failure.

Fortunately, most of the remaining five spirit stones were still there, and Monk Qianye began to refine them.

Although Liu Zhuo felt ache in his heart for the first refining failure, he had no choice but to wait patiently and hoped that Monk Qianye would not fail twice in a row, otherwise he would have been in vain.

And on these days, in addition to the morning class that must be visited every day, Liu Zhuo was hiding in the Dragon Abyss Hall and began to do his best to restore his spiritual consciousness. After all, there is only less than two months before the Battle of Buddha. If he can recover one more spiritual consciousness, his chances of winning will naturally be one more.

"Senior Brother Liu, Master, come to you." Outside the monk's room, Wu Muyu's tender shout suddenly came.

Liu Zhuo, who was meditating and regulating his breathing in Longyuan Altar, heard this, and was shocked. He quickly jumped into the bluestone well, rushed out of the mouth of the altar, and turned the Longyuan Altar into half an inch in size and put it into his right ear.

At this time, a little naked head suddenly reached out from outside the door. Wu Muyu grabbed the threshold and smiled brightly, then jumped into the house and said, "Senior Brother Liu, you hid in the house as soon as you get through morning class. What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!