"Baichuan, although this Xuanyuan Xiaoyou is younger than you, his strength is beyond doubt. The cultivation of the Shangqing Realm, the two-dimensional law of space and yin and yang, and the level of the spiritual weapon master has also reached the eighth level. Calling him this time, on the one hand, is to return him a favor, on the other hand, as a teacher, I also hope that you can learn from him, you don't live up to the expectations of being a teacher......"

Although the instrument god is short in stature, he is quite majestic when he talks to Zheng Baichuan. Hearing this, Zheng Baichuan's face turned sallow, as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

"Yes...... Master. ”

Although it is extremely difficult to accept the facts, Zheng Baichuan understands that the god never tells lies. Therefore, although he was reluctant in his heart, he could only bow his head and agree.

"The predecessors of the instrument god will definitely live up to the trust!"

Xuanyuan smiled slightly, and didn't worry too much about Zheng Baichuan. But he also had some doubts in his heart. He didn't understand, how did his old bottom be seen through by the weapon god who only had the strength of the Shangqing Realm?

Although they were skeptical, the four of them still set off with the machine god. Following the cracked space of the table, the four of Xuanyuan came to a very quiet and somewhat dark space.

As soon as they stepped into the table, Regulus could feel that they had entered a created space. The table just now is obviously the entrance to this space.

Except for Xuanyuan, there are very few spiritual artifacts that can be made by spiritual artifacts that allow creatures with souls to enter, but it is naturally not difficult for senior spiritual artifacts to open up a space for living people to enter with such a large spiritual artifact.

After taking a closer look, Xuanyuan found that the space inside the table actually had some similarities with the Qiankun urn where Kun Lao was. It's just that what is suppressed here is an extremely strong soul power.

"Sit down at the edge of the space, I'm going to begin."

The instrument god led the four people in, signaled the four of them to get ready, and began to cast the spirit weapon on their own. The four people who received the command were all facing the instrument god, leaning on the edge of the space and waiting for the machine god to begin.

Although Zheng Baichuan was ordered by the instrument god, he disliked Xuanyuan more and more. Not only because of what happened before, but also because Xuanyuan is more talented and powerful than himself. He is accustomed to hearing praise and enjoying enough of everyone's envy, but it is difficult for him to accept the reality of falling off the altar.

"It turns out that you are Xuanyuan Chenxi, I heard my sister talk about you, when I saw you today, you really have an extraordinary bearing!"

Before the instrument god officially began, the person who Xuanyuan felt familiar with just now actually took the initiative to spread the word to Xuanyuan.

Hearing his words and thinking back to the previous events, Xuanyuan only understood his identity at this time. At the same time, he also felt that the god of tools knew his old background so well.

"If what I'm expecting is right, you should be a Feng from the Nettle, right?"

Looking at the cultivators who looked like they were less than forty, Xuanyuan smiled politely and responded.

"Yes, it's down there. When I returned home some time ago, my sister told me about you. I have never seen my sister have such a high opinion of other people, which shows that your status is very important in her heart.

Before, I was still curious, what kind of charm can the person who makes her sister so concerned have? When I saw it today, it really belonged to the name......" Jingfeng seemed to appreciate Xuanyuan.

"Brother Jingfeng has won the award, I'm just a little lucky on the way to cultivation and casting, nothing to praise." Xuanyuan smiled slightly.

At the mention of the matter of the Netting family, Xuanyuan couldn't help but get goosebumps. The great elder who wanted to leave himself in the Jing family as a son-in-law, and Jing Xin, who fell in love with him at first sight, really choked him at that time.

"Don't be modest. Luck is also a sign of strength. Being able to encounter great luck and grasp it in your hands is enough to show that your strength has reached that level. Your good fortune has been changed to someone else, and I'm afraid not many people will be able to grasp it. What's more, you have a very unique temperament, which can't be explained by luck, right? ”

Listening to Jing Feng's praise for himself, Xuanyuan could only be quiet at this time. For the Wei family, a family inherited by the spirit master, Xuanyuan really didn't like it too much. Although Xingfeng said very sincerely, not like those in the Xing family, Xuanyuan only replied politely.

However, he finally understood now why the machine god was so clear about his details - it was the Wei family who told Wei Feng, and Jing Feng relayed Xuanyuan's matter to the machine god. Therefore, the instrument god will be so clear about Xuanyuan's strength and details without seeing Xuanyuan's ability.

Compared to the three of them, the spirit weapon master who never spoke was always watching the weapon god's every move. Judging by his age, when he broke through to the Yuqing Realm, he should have been close to fifty years old - his temples were already gray, his beard was slightly long, and wrinkles of different shades appeared at the corners of his eyes. Although his actual age is unknown, there is no doubt that this person is the one who has been immersed in the spirit weapon for the longest time among the four.

"Whoa!"

A loud sound of metal friction resounded through the space, and the instrument god was finally ready to refine the spirit weapon. At this time, he poured out all the densely stacked metal materials from the storage spirit vessel, and then began to sift through what was inside.

"What kind of spiritual weapon do the predecessors of the machine god want to make, why do you need so much metal?! Or is it that the ninth-level spirit weapon itself requires countless metal stacks?! ”

Looking at the metal material poured out by the Instrument God, Xuanyuan's eyes couldn't help but widen. Compared with these materials, the Qiankun Wanling Arm that he had previously combined and refined in a splicing way could be regarded as small. That's enough metal to build a small fortress!

"Hmm...... Don't worry, it's likely that the machine god has forgotten what metal he needs now, so he poured it out and looked for it......"

Looking at the current appearance of the machine god, Xingfeng was not in a hurry. Maybe he was used to seeing the scene of the machine god casting spiritual weapons, and he was no longer surprised by this situation.

Sure enough, after selecting a portion of the metal, the machine god carefully withdrew his metal materials. These materials are treasures that have been accumulated by the machine god for many years, and if something goes wrong, he will be very sad.

"What an old fool......"

Seeing that Xingfeng's words came true, Xuanyuan also snickered.

"Lingdu!"

Retracting the metal artifact, the aura of the god suddenly became different. At this time, he became solemn and solemn, as if he was about to perform an important ceremony, which made people unconsciously hold his breath!