Beigong Aya's words are not difficult to understand, but nine forms coexist with a spirit weapon, not to mention that for thousands of years, even during the battle of the fallen gods ten thousand years ago, there has never been such a spirit weapon.

The only spiritual artifact where form and function coexist is only a painting scroll.

Moreover, the refiner who refined it had already reached the level of the Venerable Refining Weapon at that time, and refining the artifact was a matter of ease.

As for Beigong Aya, the rank of the eight-rank refiner can indeed be called a genius, but whether it is the refining time or experience, it is far less than the Venerable 10,000 years ago, so the nine-hole flute she refined can be said to be the product of the right time, place and people.

It took a long time for Duanmu Iron Horse to recover from the shock brought by the nine-hole flute, and looking at Xia Lao's stunned face, he couldn't help but kick it again.

"What are you so proud of? Did you refine it? Tell me what else you did besides bringing her in the door? ”

Duanmu Iron Horse's words made Xia Lao, who wanted to refute, suddenly speechless.

"I ...... He's a guide. ”

"You're a guide!"

Watching the two of them bickering, Beigong Aya knew that Dean Duanmu's anger had disappeared, he was just afraid that they would let those materials not be used to the fullest, after all, he was able to give the key to Xia Lao in the first place, which meant that he would never anger others because of those dead things.

"Okay, the value of these things, when the time comes, you can talk about how to repay the problem, and now solve the current difficulties first."

“……”

Hey, it looks like my debts are always accumulating.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

At this time, Xia Lao remembered the fact that Beigong Aya had just appeared outside their tent.

"That's right, my companions, their spiritual weapons should be replaced, and they want to come here to use your forge."

"Okay, what should I do, use it, use it as you like!"

"Thank you, Mr. Xia."

"Hey, you're welcome."

Alchemists are very scarce, and the forging and repair of spiritual weapons in the entire barracks need to be operated by refiners, so the status of refiners in the barracks can be said to be second only to generals.

At present, there are only two or three refiners in the barracks, except for Xia Lao, all of them are second- or third-grade refiners.

Xia Lao is only used to deal with some high-level spiritual weapons, as for the first-grade and second-grade spiritual weapons used by ordinary soldiers, they can be handed over to the other two refiners, so Xia Lao's workload here is quite idle.

Seeing that Beigong Aya came here to do something, Duanmu Iron Horse was inconvenient to disturb, so he left after a few words with Xia Lao, leaving Xia Lao here to help Beigong Aya.

"How many artifacts are you going to build?"

"Eleven."

"Or does it have many forms like a nine-hole flute?"

"No, there are only two forms."

She had thought about it for a long time before, and she had already planned what kind of spiritual weapons to refine for them, because although Bai Jian and the others were taught by her, there were only one or two spiritual weapons that everyone was good at.

Therefore, even if they refine eleven nine-hole flutes, it will be a burden for them, and it will not improve the combat level as it should be.

So they need to learn to be taken by surprise, and what could be more unexpected than a gun that suddenly releases aura bullets?

One afternoon, until four o'clock in the morning of the next day, Beigong Aya stayed in Xia Lao's tent and never left the forge.

For more than ten hours, except for the last few hours when she really refined the finished product, she had been experimenting with the feasibility of this idea for the previous time.

There were several defective products that failed to perform experiments at his feet, and at one time, because he didn't control the injection of spiritual power, he directly blew up Xia Lao's bed and luggage.

Under Xia Lao's unkind gaze, Beigong Aya smiled flatteringly and continued to experiment with Xia Lao on the most suitable spiritual power limit.

Finally, when the sun was about to break through the earth's plane, the first weapon that could be refilled without bullets was refined, and the user only needed to inject his spiritual power, and the crystal nucleus in the spiritual weapon would release a spiritual power projectile that was not inferior to the rate of fire of the bullet.

With the success of the first one, everything after that was much easier.

A long whip that can throw countless bullets and rain down, and after piercing an enemy, it will continue to blast the long sword of distant enemies with the tip of the sword, and even a small dagger that can be placed in the palm of the hand to shoot through the brain when people are not looking.

Eleven spiritual weapons of different specifications lay quietly in the spiritual liquid, and after they were completely cooled down, they could go into battle with their masters to kill the enemy.

And the first spiritual weapon, Beigong Aya directly gave it to Xia Lao, so that he could use it for self-defense, after all, after refining the spiritual weapon, except for Beigong Aya, a pervert with unusually abundant mental power, the rest of the refiners will have a period of fatigue.

At this time, the refiner can be said to have no ability to resist, and with this spiritual weapon, Xia Lao's safety is also guaranteed.

As for Yi'er, he didn't need such a lethal thing now, after all, he was easily uncontrollable, and then his enemies used this spirit weapon to hurt himself in turn.

Speaking of which......

"Xia Lao, what about Yi'er?"

No wonder Beigong Aya feels that something is missing, she seems to have put Yi'er here with Xia Lao, so where is Yi'er now?

"Ah...... yes, what about the kids? ”

“……”

Then the two people fell directly into the awkward situation of looking at each other.

"Hey, Sister Aya, what are you doing?"

The moment the cloud eagle's voice sounded, it was suddenly looked back by the two of them.

Wow, scare the eagle!

"Cloud carving?"

Following the line of sight and seeing the sleepy-eyed Yi'er behind her, Beigong Aya was completely relieved, she didn't stop thinking about things as soon as she came, and almost forgot about Yi'er.

"Where have you been?"

"Xia Lao asked me to take him to another camp tent to sleep, and then I just felt that you were calling Yi'er, so I brought him over."

Because of the mental contract with the spirit beast, when Beigong Aya has a strong idea about himself, the cloud eagle can naturally feel it.

So he directly took Xiao Yi'er, who hadn't woken up yet, and came over.

After looking at Beigong Aya's gaze, Xia Lao coughed embarrassedly.

"Ahem, it's not, I'm too busy, I forgot it......"

Well, they're both people who can't think of anything when they're busy.

Looking at Xiao Yi'er, who hadn't woken up yet, Beigong Aya stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, and the cloud carving turned into a streamer and returned to the beast pet space, where he was warmly welcomed by Wanshenghua.

After all, it has spied into the hearts of humans during this time, and it has obtained a lot of gossip, and it urgently needs a beast to share with it.

"If you are sleepy, go to sleep again, the master will hold you."

Yi'er, whose eyes were still a little distant, nodded subconsciously, and then fell asleep again on Beigong Aya's shoulder.