Forty-nine mecha wooden figures are just a set of numbers. But the actual implementation is quite laborious.

Qin Bei quickly made a decision. The first thing is to call Mo Xingzhu over.

Any work must be carried out concretely. Mo Xingzhu is the specific executive of this work. If Mo Xingzhu said no, then even if Qin Bei had great ability, he would not be able to complete this matter. What Qin Bei has to do is to give assistance as much as possible, give stimulation, and meet the requirements of the formless technique as much as possible.

In addition, the rest of the things can only be done by Mo Xingzhu himself.

Soon Mo Xingzhu appeared in front of his predecessors.

At this time, Mo Xingzhu still did not recover from the aftermath of the battle. His body trembled like chaff up and down. The cold sweat on his forehead was dripping, and his eyes were blank. It's a little dazed.

"Give him a Tranquility Pill." Qin Bei said lightly.

Jiang Xiaoyu snorted, and quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into Mo Xingzhu's mouth.

Mo Xingzhu grunted and swallowed the pill directly. That pill is the size of a dragon's eye. Mo Xingzhu swallowed it directly without even chewing it, and was almost choked to death.

The pestle was panting and rolling his eyes.

Qin Bei and the three of them almost burst out laughing, and hurriedly patted Mo Xingzhu on the back.

It took two or three minutes for Mo Xingzhu to return to normal.

"Hey, I'll go, I'll almost kill me." Mo Xingzhu rolled his eyes and said.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Mo Xingzhu's depressed state has finally returned to normal.

"Sit!" Qin Beiyan said succinctly.

The crowd sat down on the ground at random.

Qin Bei talked about his plan.

"What? 49 mecha wooden people? You're not kidding, are you? As soon as Mo Xingzhu heard this plan, he jumped up.

"Why are you so excited to sit down and talk?" Jiang Xiaoyu pressed Mo Xingzhu down.

"Is this girl excited?" Mo Xingzhu snapped his fingers and said, "A mecha wooden man needs to consume a large amount of spirit stones...... Well, that's not a problem, a lot of good quality wood is needed...... Well, it's not a problem, you also need a lot of light ink stone, to make various joints of mecha wood people, you need a lot of light grass, you need a lot of at least high-grade extraterrestrial meteorite......"

"How much is a lot? You make a list of the data. Qin Bei said.

Mo Xingzhu said with a sad face: "Lao Qin, that's not the case, even if you have enough materials, refining these materials, and then putting them together, it's not an easy thing, I make a finished mecha wooden figure, it will take at least three months, and you let me complete five mecha wooden people in a month, I already want my own life, and now you actually say that you want to make forty-nine mecha wooden people?" ”

Qin Bei patted Mo Xingzhu on the shoulder and said: "I know that this is a little difficult for you, but the current situation is very delicate, we really have to plan early, and the most important point is that in the mustard seed ring space, and in the reality is the world, the passage of time is completely different, the specific proportion, I haven't calculated it in detail, but at least, you think that in the mustard seed ring space, you have worked for about three months, and the real world, maybe only about three days have passed." ”

"Okay, even if we go up to a month a day, I can refine one body a day, and in the real world for a month, it's only thirty, but you want forty-nine!! And that's not even counting the time consumed in preparing materials! Mo Xingzhu said indignantly.

"Hahahaha......"

But at this time.

The door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man, laughing and walking in quickly.

But it is the contemporary master of the Zhuo family of refining, Zhuo Yikai.

As soon as Zhuo Yikai entered the door, he smiled and said, "Guys, I really didn't mean to eavesdrop on you." The old ancestor has sent a message from the side, please Mr. Qin and a few of Mr. Qin's friends, go over and talk, okay, my task is complete, and then talk about a private matter, those light ink stones, lamp grass, and extraterrestrial meteorite and other refining materials you just mentioned, I refining the Zhuo family, Although it is not a big family in the rivers and lakes, but my own work is like this, In these aspects, the storage capacity is still considerable, as a few friends, thank you for helping our Zhuo family so much, how much do you need, You can go to my Zhuo family's secret vault and get it! ”

Zhuo Yikai knew in his heart that if it weren't for Qin Bei's help, he couldn't say that the Zhuo family of refining weapons would have been removed from the rivers and lakes today, the huge rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there will be no more refiners of the Zhuo family, and hundreds of people in the Zhuo family will be killed in Huangquan, for this kind of Qin Bei and others who have the grace of saving their lives from top to bottom, sending some light ink stones, lamp grass and meteorite iron outside the sky, although it is quite valuable, but compared with life, it is really nothing.

"Thank you, thank you!" Qin Bei's eyes lit up, this solved a big problem for him, of course, Qin Bei himself is not impossible to find, but if the Zhuo family is willing to provide it, it will save Qin Bei a lot of time, and now, what Qin Bei lacks most is time! "We can't take it by force, you see, we will convert it into spirit stones at the market price and buy it."

In fact, even if they were converted into spirit stones at the market price, Qin Bei and the others would have taken a big advantage.

After all, there are many scarce materials that money can't buy.

Zhuo Yikai feigned anger and said, "If you say that, you look down on our refining Zhuo family." If you say it's a thank you, then you won't take a penny, otherwise, if it is sold, my Zhuo family will never sell it, not to mention the market price, if it is higher than the market price, it can't be sold! In the secret vault, many materials are the foundation of my Zhuo family. The Zhuo family would rather die of poverty and starvation than sell the materials in the secret vault. ”

Seeing that Zhuo Yikai said solemnly, Qin Bei had no choice but to agree.

"Four of you, please." Zhuo Yikai led everyone out of the temporary small house and walked to the Zhuo family's mansion, the only building that did not collapse, at this time, the ancestor of the Zhuo family could only live in this only house that did not collapse.

More people in the Zhuo family can basically only live in temporary thatched houses, or even in temporary tents.

In the main hall, everyone was shocked, and the eldest grandson of Zhuo Lao was reporting the loss.

Zhuo Lao squinted and listened, a little loss, and didn't care.

After all, the foundation of the Zhuo family is actually refining, and a large number of refining materials are stored in the underground vault, and the degree of strict defense, even if it is bombarded by nuclear bombs, it is still intact, as for the loss of some houses, it is just a reconstruction, and the money spent is nothing at all for the huge Zhuo family.

What distressed Zhuo Lao the most was actually the forty-nine damaged magic weapons that had been in the top fifty stored by the Zhuo family for hundreds of years.

"Is there any news of Zhuo Buying?" After a long time, Zhuo Lao suddenly asked.

"I haven't heard from the fourth uncle yet." The eldest grandson Zhuo Wangchen is Zhuo Yikai's father, who is already eighty-nine years old at this time, but he is well maintained, he looks like he is only sixty or seventy years old, and his physique is quite tough.

Zhuo Buqun is Zhuo Lao's youngest son.

In the second generation of the Zhuo family, he is the fourth.

When he was young, he was most loved by Zhuo Lao.

It's a pity that at the age of twenty-five, Zhuo Buqun fell in love with a demon girl, and Zhuo Lao, who was furious, was driven out of the house in a fit of rage.

At this time, Zhuo Lao felt that he had reached the time when the oil ran out of lamps, and the more he did so, the more he missed the youngest son who had been kicked out of the house.

As the saying goes, the old son, the eldest grandson, the lifeblood of the old man.

In the third generation, Zhuo Wangchen is the most loved by Zhuo Lao, which is the same as the second generation, the youngest son Zhuo Buqun, who is the most loved.

In particular, Zhuo Lao's other three sons, whose cultivation was not profound enough, passed away early, and Zhuo Lao's white-haired man sent the black-haired man to live alone until now.

"Ancestor! Mr. Qin, they have arrived. ”

Outside the door, Zhuo Yikai's voice was heard.

"Please come in." Zhuo Lao temporarily forgot about his youngest son, and said with a smile.

Zhuo Yikai was the first to come in and greeted his father Zhuo Wangchen and several other uncles.

The three of Qin Bei entered the main hall, and Zhuo Lao ordered someone to serve the seat, and then said with a smile: "This time, thanks to the righteous action of a few of you little dolls, the lives of hundreds of people in my Zhuo family have been saved...... What's that...... Uh......"

Suddenly, Zhuo Lao, who was still smiling just now, was suddenly stunned.

His gaze fell fixedly on Zhuo Yongfeng's face.

"No group?"

Zhuo Lao muttered!

"Gah?" Zhuo Yongfeng raised his head: "Zhuo Lao, that's my grandfather's name." ”

"Rub!" Zhuo Lao stood up excitedly: "What? You repeat, what's your grandfather's name? ”

"Outstanding." Zhuo Yongfeng said.

"Where is he now? Let him roll over and say goodbye to the old man!! Zhuo Lao trembled with excitement.

"He's gone." Zhuo Yongfeng said with some doubts.

"This ...... Has Buqun also passed away......" Zhuo Lao sat down a little dejectedly.

His face was a little pale.

"Did he tell you about his family? Let's say, his father? Zhuo Lao was a little expectant.

Zhuo Yongfeng shook his head slowly.

"You say your grandfather is outstanding, but what evidence is there?" Zhuo Lao's eldest grandson, Zhuo Wangchen, suddenly asked.

Zhuo Yongfeng shook his head slowly: "There is no evidence...... What, who are you? ”

"I am Zhuo Wangchen, the eldest grandson of Zhuo Lao." Zhuo Wangchen said.

"What evidence do you have?" Zhuo Yongfeng asked.

Zhuo Wangchen: "......"

With a confused face, Nima, do you still need evidence?

Of course, soon, Zhuo Wangchen understood what Zhuo Yongfeng meant.

He said that he was the grandson of Zhuo Bu and did not need any evidence.

But what Zhuo Yongfeng didn't know, once it was confirmed that Zhuo Buqun was Zhuo Yongfeng's grandfather, with the huge family situation of the Zhuo family at this time, what a helpful thing it was for Zhuo Yongfeng!

"He didn't leave a jade pendant or something, something that can prove his identity?" Zhuo Wangchen asked.