The Temple of Time, from the outside, looks the same, almost the same as the ordinary pavilion hall. In front of everyone at this moment, there are these three glass-roofed temples of time. Wang Bufan, Xi Mozhu, and Jun Yan were about to enter the selected Hall of Time when the old man stopped them.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The old man had a smile on his face, "The Temple of Time is unique to my Dust Washing Academy, and it will cost a lot of spirit stones every time it is opened. The three of you are not disciples of my Dust Washing Academy, but the hearts of the disciples in the Ping Temple, so when you come out, you must join my Dust Washing Courtyard and become the disciples of my Dust Washing Temple. ”

Wang Bufan frowned, this strange world had not yet begun to be discovered, and he was actually asked to join the Dust Washing Academy? Although it was okay to join, it was just that he didn't like this almost forced way of doing things. However, the Temple of Time was too tempting for him to reluctantly. Looking at Xi Mozhu and Jun Yan, there was also a slight displeasure on their faces. "You can also choose to perfunctory me, but when you come out of the Temple of Time, hehe......" The old man smiled kindly, but the meaning of his words was not kind at all. After that, the old man beckoned Concubine Yao to leave.

In the process of their distance, Wang Bufan vaguely heard that the old man wanted to accept Concubine Yao as a disciple, and promised or gave her a powerful spiritual weapon, at least three days later, to deal with the one who had cultivated in the Temple of Time for three years. Could this be the confidence of Concubine Yao's provocation? It seems that it shouldn't be, the old man obviously made a temporary decision. Wang Bufan frowned slightly, Concubine Yao Zuifei already had an inexplicable confidence, and now she has been favored by the old man, and she is afraid that it will be a trouble in the future. The old man and Concubine Yao left and left Wang Bufan and the three of them here, leaving them to choose. The three looked at each other and did not say anything. After that, they nodded in unison, and each stepped into a temple of time.

The temptation of the Temple of Time is too great, even if you don't enter the Temple of Time that is suitable for cultivation, just thinking about the direction of the three-year cultivation and the spiritual skills of the exercises and spiritual techniques, the benefits are also amazing. So they chose to enter the Temple of Time, as for joining the Dust Washing Courtyard...... Refusal, as for the response to the refusal, for the time being, for later consideration. In front of the three time halls, Wang Bufan stood in the middle one, the monarch occupied the left, and the ink bamboo occupied the right. They look at each other and then step in at the same time. The moment you enter the Temple of Time, the door behind you closes automatically. The mystical and complicated formation under his feet was opened, and his vision and spiritual sense were all blinded, and he could not explore the outside of the hall. With the opening of the formation, everything in Wang Bufan's line of sight changed instantly. At this moment, he stood on an isolated island ten miles square, surrounded by an endless dark void, windless and quiet, as if time stood still.

On the isolated island, there are mountains and rivers. The mountains are made of all sorts of unknown refining materials, and the rivers are rushing molten flows, and the bottom of the river is full of countless red molten crystals. There is a refining furnace beside him, and at a glance, you can see that it is an ordinary and incomparably good color, far inferior to the Xuangui furnace. There was a weak magic circle next to the furnace, and a sparse aura was emerging from the magic circle, which was enough to recover, but the cultivation was obviously insufficient. Wang Bufan felt a little disappointed in his heart, he made the wrong choice, this time hall was obviously suitable for refining weapons, not the time hall he hoped for cultivation.

It's just that he soon dealt with the little loss in his heart very well, and he was at peace when he came, and he could have three years of refining experience in just three days, and there were endless materials and molten crystals to consume, which was obviously a great opportunity, and he couldn't ask for it. Concentrating on his mind, Wang Bufan sat in the center of the aura array, condensed the engraved, and drew the veins at the bottom. He had already made up his mind in his heart, first thoroughly familiarizing himself with the veins at the bottom of the engraving, then familiarizing himself with the flying formation inside the flying sword, and finally making a move. With the delineation of the context, Wang Bufan gradually immersed himself in it...... "bang", and the engraving exploded.

"Bang", the engraving exploded again. "Bang", the engraving exploded again. After hundreds of explosions, Wang Bufan, who had experienced upset and irritability, and then calmed down, finally successfully completed the delineation of the veins after the last trace of spiritual power flashed at his fingertips. "Okay!" Looking at the engraved seal suspended in mid-air, Wang Bufan was in a good mood. The fact that the engraving did not explode naturally proved that the portrayal of the vein was successful, which was a great encouragement to him. It's just that after taking out the flying sword taken from Concubine Yao and investigating, it was found that although the veins between the two were the same, the veins in the flying sword were even smoother.

The veins are like rivers, and the spiritual power is like flowing water. It is obvious that when the river is smooth, the flow of water is naturally fast, and if the river is congested and tortuous, the flow of water is naturally slow. In the same way, the veins in the spiritual weapon can be formed and the flow of water is like flowing water, and the infusion speed of spiritual power between the two is completely different. In battle, if you are slow for a moment, you may never have a chance to make a move, so the fluidity of this vein is very important. "Bang!" the engraving was abolished by Wang Bufan, and the mood of convergence and joy once again opened the outline of the veins at the bottom of the engraving.

Perhaps because of the success of one time, the next sketch of the context is relatively simple. Not only is it getting faster and faster, but it's also getting smoother. Three days later, the fluency of the veins engraved in Wang Bufan's hand was already on par with the Kankan in the flying sword. In three days' work, he had achieved the level of the Flying Sword Refiner's vein delineation for more than ten years or even decades. Wang Bufan clearly knew why this was in his heart, not because he had a high talent for refining weapons, but because the existence of the "Book of the Way of Instruments" was too domineering. Other people's condensed carving knife inscriptions can only be used on the body, and failure means a waste of a large amount of materials, which limits the improvement of others' vein delineation level.

But Wang Bufan is different, he only needs to condense the engraving and then sketch on the engraving. Even if it fails, all that is wasted is a little spiritual power. No matter how strong his refining talent was, how could it compare to his endless practical operations? Seven days later, in the air in front of Wang Bufan, there was a seal-like seal suspended in the air. The veins at the bottom of the engraving are so smooth and natural that they seem to be part of the engraving, nothing more than each other. At this moment, Wang Bufan is already familiar with this context map to the point of being incomprehensible, as natural and smooth as breathing, which is so casually, deeply engraved in the deepest part of his bones.

The formation in the flying sword in his hand was finally described. At the moment of completion, a streamer of light swept by, from the end of the sword to the tip of the sword, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

"It's finally done!" Wang Bufan was overjoyed in his heart, and suddenly remembered the old Yutou in the Earth Spirit Pavilion, and remembered the scene when Lao Yutou successfully detonated the lower spiritual weapon. So, he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and after recognizing the master, he carefully instilled spiritual power into the flying sword, and then controlled it with his mind. "Whew!"