"It's a very uncomfortable question, I can't use it if I do you!" It has been a night since Mo Feihua finished eating and left, at this time the sky outside was bright again, and Zhang Wuregret was holding his head and howling in the house, except for a simple rest when eating, he has been forging, the furnace fire has not stopped all night, and it is still burning, and Zhang Wuregret's expression is excited, but his face is pale, and there is a broad-bladed serial knife on the ground, a fine iron short sword, and a dark green carved long stick, all of which are the results of Zhang Wuregret's sleepless day and night, but at this time, his face became more and more ugly because of excessive blood loss, but he didn't notice it himself。

"I've done so much, I... Zhang Wuregret looked at the weapons on the ground, and was also very speechless, he has been studying the weapons that make vulgar weapons since yesterday, because this is what he couldn't do before, his blood is not enough to infect the material, even if it is a treasure of heaven and earth, in his hands, at most he can only make vulgar weapons, no matter how high the material itself will not be able to withstand the carving and shatter, originally when Zhang Wuregret reached the middle of the forging silver body, at that time the blood silver absorbed in his blood reached a certain amount, and then he was able to make the objects in the vulgar vessels, but because of the inexplicable absorption of blood silver, although he had to make a few samples of his own life objects, and after the Heavenly Tribulation Quenching, the four of them have even reached the level of spiritual weapons, and the best of them is Haoran, who has actually reached the point of being a spiritual weapon, but Zhang Wuregret is not yet handy at making objects in the vulgar weapon, and he can only make up for his experience and knowledge.

"No regrets, do you need to drink some water?" At this time, Haoran floated up from Zhang Wuregret's waist, looking at the shirtless Zhang Wuregret, the firelight reflected on his body, his upper body was flushed, and a drop of sweat flowed down his forehead, and at this time Zhang Wuregret had been striking iron for seven hours in a row, during which he didn't even drink a sip of water, although it was a machine spirit, but it still vaguely had some cognition about human beings, not to mention that it was connected with Zhang Wuregret's mind, and Zhang Wuregret's physical condition could naturally be known.

"Well, if you don't say I'll forget, I'm a little thirsty when you say it. Zhang Wuregret walked out of his frustrated mood, took a bottle of wine that Haoran put on the anvil, and poured it in a big gulp, and within a moment, a pot of wine was poured into his body.

"What about these things?" Zhang Wuregret reluctantly picked up one of the short swords, helplessly flicked the tip of the sword, he was too excited, forgetting that he himself could not use the vulgar weapons that had begun to need to drip blood to recognize the master, so these three kinds of vulgar weapons that have been made, each of them seems to be good, especially Zhang Wuregret finally built the stick, he used five wood crystals in one breath to build, so that the whole stick is dark green, but this is also useless, Zhang Wuregret can't use it at all, even if the carvings on it are carefully and reasonable, he can't use them, so the three of them are worse than ordinary weapons in Zhang Wuregret's hands, because they don't recognize the lord and use vulgar weapons, It is still a trivial matter that the engraving of the vulgar vessel itself does not take effect, and because they have not established contact with the monk, the difference between them and a dust vessel at this time is not big, and if they are hit by a blow, I am afraid that they will be shattered on the spot, because there is no true qi swimming inside, and if they are slightly hit by an external force, the engraving on it will clash, and even if Zhang Wuregret is not sorry at that time, he will not be able to suppress the rebound of the engraving.

"Wouldn't it be good to sell it?" Haoran circled around Zhang Wuregret suspiciously, and put the three items on the ground into a small space, "No regrets, you obviously have me and my childhood sweetheart, why do you want to make other weapons?"

"Hide it, as soon as I show up to you, people who know the goods will see at a glance that you are a spiritual weapon, then they will treat me as a monk of the least Void Dan Realm, if I can get benefits from it, of course I welcome it, but I am afraid that once I get into trouble, I will not even have the ability to deal with it at that time." Zhang Wuregret frowned helplessly, "The gap between the monks of the Void Dan realm and the monks of the Na Stage Realm is not as simple as the gap between the Na Stage Realm and the Foundation Building Realm, and the monks of the Void Dan Realm will definitely not be able to beat me now." ”

"Okay. Haoran, who is a machine spirit, naturally can't understand so much, it is just a little housekeeper next to Zhang Wuregret now, Zhang Wuregret puts it away if he wants to put it away, and if he wants to release something, he will release it, and she doesn't care about the rest.

"It's just that there is no flea market now, otherwise I would have sold these three. Zhang Wuregret shook his head helplessly, these three pieces were really in his hands, "Each piece can be sold for a few hundred taels of gold, and I will have money again at that time." ”

Zhang Wuhu was thinking about beautiful things, and at the same time, he used the gold that Mo Feihua helped to exchange for to create blood gold again, and carried out daily routine cultivation, except for special circumstances, the most important thing about striking iron is perseverance, water drops and stones, every day without blood forging cultivation, in fact, Zhang Wuregret needs to spend the next three days to fill the lack of one day, more than two months without cultivation, there is a risk of blood failure, qi and blood flow backwards, Zhang Wuregret naturally will not stop cultivating.

After the first recklessness, Zhang Wuregret slowly developed a little adaptability to absorbing blood gold, although it was still hot, he was full of steam, but most of the power could be correctly guided by him and fused into his body.

"Brother Zhang. Just after Zhang Wuregret finished his cultivation and wiped his body briefly, Lin Ping's voice sounded outside, and he also suddenly remembered that he had promised to go with Lin Ping to see the master of Yunfeng Gate yesterday, and when he was in Yunfeng Gate, he also helped him, Zhang Wuregret felt that it was better to say hello.

After packing up, Zhang Wuregret also followed Lin Ping out, Lin Ping looked at Zhang Wuregret for a while, after all, he didn't say anything, and took Zhang Wuregret to the direction of the main peak of Yunfeng Gate, and along the way, several people greeted Lin Ping politely, which shows that Lin Ping's reputation in Yunfeng Gate is high, and from the fact that he took Zhang Wuregret all the way to the Ancestral Hall unhindered, it can also be seen that Wei Ming trusts him, you must know that this ancestral hall is not easy for anyone to come, even if it is a disciple of Yunfeng Gate, there are many people who have never been to the Ancestral Hall.

"Senior Wei, we're here. Lin Ping knocked on the closed door slightly, and the closed door slowly opened, and Lin Ping was also familiar with Zhang Wuregret entering the door, just waiting in front of a hidden corner, a downward staircase appeared on the ground, and Lin Ping also walked into the stairs immediately.

"Wei... Door master?" Zhang Wuregret walked to the end, looked at the old man who was as thin as dry bones in the stone secret room, and asked in disbelief.