Yan Kaiting shook his hand and threw it to the wall, and there was a soft "boom", and the target of a test weapon was blown to pieces.

The arrow was a small one-time attack weapon, with the power of a hundred blows, which seemed to be equivalent to a single blow of an ordinary monk, but the materials were cheap, the refining speed was fast, and it could be used without a stove, making it a practical thing for home travel.

And Yan Kaiting can start from the processing of the original substrate without any assistance, and make a fully functional magic weapon, which means that he has already entered the process of refining.

Xia Pingsheng nodded, and with a flick of his hand, the blue fire on the table rose again.

He raised his hand and took a piece of heptogold stone from the shelf, a crystal stone, the quality and size of which were almost the same as those used by Yan Kaiting before. Then he used the same technique to make an arrowhead, the difference is only that Xia Pingsheng still used the traditional seal pen to depict the magic circle.

Yan Kaiting quietly watched as the juice of the stone changed into soft lines, and the outer flame of the blue fire rendered it with colorful colors, and finally this beautiful psychedelic process precipitated and solidified into the appearance that the refiner had originally imagined.

That's what makes refining fascinating.

And he seemed to have returned to his youth, seemingly disdainful, but in fact he had been deeply attracted, and he could spend the whole afternoon motionless watching Xia Pingsheng's hands, on the operating table, and even in the refining furnace, the flames and all kinds of substances jumping into a thousand changes. It's as if the whole world is dancing.

Xia Pingsheng's technique seems to be the same as Yan Kaiting, but Yan Kaiting keenly captures those subtle differences. Especially in the process of carving the magic circle, even if the general circle has a drawing of the formation, it can be drawn by different people with different attributes, and it is still different.

The final shaped arrow lay quietly on Xia Pingsheng's palm.

Like Yan Kaiting, he casually threw this magic weapon onto a standing target. But there was no explosion, only a soft pop, like a blister bursting. A cloud of dust rose from the target's position, and then there was nothing left.

So powerful!

Yan Kaiting's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Even if many commonly used weapons have fixed drawings and can be used by the refiner, their power will still be limited by the refiner's realm, which is difficult to make up for by simply improving materials and techniques.

Xia Pingsheng swept his palm on the table, grasped it, grabbed the blue fire into a ball in the palm of his hand, and then stuffed it into a small box that was not gold or jade, and handed it to Yan Kaiting.

"This is 'Fire in the Bone', the remains of the primeval creature 'Mirage'. 'Void Mirage' is also called the Void Beast, which is said to not be a creature of our world, but I got it in a secret realm back then, so I gave it to you. ”

Yan Kaiting was not happy, grabbed the box, frowned imperceptibly, and said, "Then what do you use?"

Xia Pingsheng said: "I am also a fire attribute, and I have cultivated the true fire supernatural power. ”

This is the first time Xia Pingsheng has mentioned his own supernatural powers, and in the past so many years, he has never revealed that he can refine weapons in front of people. Since Xia Ping's battle of fame when he first arrived in Yujing, people have always thought that he was a wood-attribute formation cultivator.

Xia Pingsheng took out another mustard seed bag and threw it to Yan Kaiting, and said, "Looking at your skills, you should have made a lot of small things in your usual life." Here are some drawings, the magic tools I refined in my early years, and they are all gadgets. But you are a mutant thunder species of the fire genus, and there are a few pieces in it that fit the wood genus, and you can't use them yourself, so take them to practice your hands. ”

Yan Kaiting didn't reach out to pick it up this time, let the mustard seed bag float between the two, stared at Xia Pingsheng and said, "Do you want to leave?"

Xia Pingsheng smiled very lightly, "This is the last refining class, count it as a reward for you to finally complete your homework after many years." ”

Yan Kaiting's face couldn't help but darken, and he immediately thought that he still owed Fu Mingxuan a hundred-word treatise, and his originally gloomy mood was like a bulging bag, but he was suddenly poked out.

In the past, Xia Pingsheng would indeed leave homework after class, of course, no matter whether Yan Kaiting did it in private or not, he would definitely not hand it over. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he skipped class too fiercely when he was a child? Otherwise, why were both of them keen to ask him to make up for his homework?

Xia Pingsheng said: "The seventh stage of refining the 'Merge Spirit', first of all, you must get the spirit that can be fused with the soldiers and weapons, which is something that is unattainable. As for the first to sixth paragraphs, I have nothing more to teach you. It is one of the paths, and after getting started, you can only rely on yourself, and no one can tell you how to go on the road ahead. ”

As he spoke, he pointed his finger and flicked the mustard seed bag into Yan Kaiting's arms.

Yan Kaiting was silent for a while, put away the "fire in the bones" and drawings, dressed neatly, and made a big gift to Xia Pingsheng.

Xia Pingsheng did not give in, and stood and accepted his full salute.

Yan Kaiting straightened up and couldn't help but ask again, "Are you leaving?"

Xia Pingsheng didn't answer, turned around and walked towards the smelting room, Yan Kaiting didn't know whether to continue to ask for a while, gritted his teeth, and followed.

Until he walked into the main hall, Xia Pingsheng didn't make a sound, he stood still in front of the painting of mountains and mountains in the middle hall, looked up for a long time, and said: "Ji Yu is my little junior sister, she has been afraid of being alone since she was a child. I promised that I would always be with her. ”

Yan Kaiting didn't react immediately, and when he remembered that Ji Yu was the name of his late stepmother, he couldn't help but be shocked. Looking at Xia Pingsheng's back, and thinking of the cemetery buried in the "Tiangong Peak" in the north of Yujing City, he couldn't say a word.

Many people don't understand why a strong man like Xia Pingsheng is far from being old, why he is content in a corner of Yujing and has no ambition for external expansion. Moreover, although he has a high status in "Heavenly Creation", he does not hold real power, and in the final analysis, he is still making wedding dresses for people.

Of course, Yan Kaiting has also guessed countless times, especially a few years ago, when the factions in "Tiangong Kaiwu" still had a clear "Lady Party". He also thought about whether he was a stubborn rock, and he wanted to sharpen those children who were more favored by his father.

However, Yan Kaiting has never been afraid, the stubborn stone sharpens the knife, the knife will be sharper, but who can guarantee that only the knife will be polished? After watching Xia Pingsheng's countless refining processes, who dares to say that the stubborn stone cannot be made into a weapon?

This is the first time Xia Pingsheng has talked about his private affairs, and it is also the first time to clearly explain his relationship with Mrs. Ji. The two are actually the same family. Since Ji Yu has passed away and is buried in Yujing, his words can almost be considered that he will not leave.

However, Yan Kaiting stood in a daze, not even knowing whether his mood was sad or happy at the moment.

Xia Pingsheng's various actions today made Yan Kaiting unspeakably irritable for a while. This person, who has been put in the "opponent" position by him most of the time, once there is a sign of staying away, it will make him so depressed.

But just when Yan Kaiting hadn't figured out his emotions yet, he got such a reason that would guarantee Xia Pingsheng's stay, not only did he not breathe a sigh of relief, but his chest was even more stuffy to the point of almost uncomfortable.

In his mind, how could that unattainable strong man be trapped in one place for this reason and throw away his whole life.

When Yan Kaiting was sulking with himself, Xia Pingsheng turned around and saw his face with his emotions exposed and his expression extremely complicated, he was stunned and suddenly smiled.

"Where do you think of it, Ji Yu is my little sister. ”