The white mist slowly dissipated, and Mo Wendao's figure slowly appeared.

However, Mo Wenwen did not hold a knife in his hand, and the knife was still soaked in the pool of quenching agent, and he did not take it out.

"Is there a problem?"

Huangfu Ao's heart suddenly burst.

Yi Mo asked about the performance just now, if the refining is successful, it should be taken out.

"Grandpa, there was a little accident with this knife!"

Mo asked to verify Huangfu Ao's idea.

Hearing Mo Wenwen, after the accident, he didn't have any ideas.

"It's okay, it's just a piece of material!"

Huangfu smiled reluctantly.

Everyone could see that the bitter expression on his face had betrayed him.

"It's not bad to succeed in all four!"

"If you fail, you can still refine it again!"

......

The crowd comforted.

They thought that Mo Wendao had already failed to refine, and in terms of Mo Wendao's performance, it was already very good.

Refining five things at the same time, one failure, the difficulty of refining each thing, is not ordinarily high, they don't want to fight, don't ask for confidence.

"Grandpa, please come up!"

Mo asked, ignoring the others.

In a hurry, he did not notice that some of the necessary steps were now being remedied back.

"Good!"

Huangfu is a little arrogant.

The only material had already failed by Mo Wendao, and the treasure knife he expected had been shattered.

"Excuse me, old man, drop some blood on this knife!"

Mo Wenwen took out the knife.

He forgot the step of dripping blood, so he gave him this knife to quench, fortunately, it can still be remedied, otherwise the compatibility between the refined knife and his grandfather will not be so high.

"The best spiritual weapon!"

The sturdy old man's eyes widened.

He also thought that Mo Wendao had failed, and the refining might still be a spiritual weapon, or it might just be a top-grade spiritual weapon, or a flawed top-grade spiritual weapon.

However, when he saw the knife in Mo Wenwen's hand, he knew that he was wrong.

If that knife was still a failure, the spiritual weapons he had refined over the years would basically be waste.

"I'll drop it right away!"

Huangfu was quite excited.

When he saw the knife for the first time, he was very satisfied, and when Mo asked him what to do, he did it.

"This is the Blood Pill, when the blood is not enough, take it!"

Mo asked, took out a bottle of raw blood pill, and handed it to his grandfather.

Huang Fu Ao, who was immersed in joy, suddenly cleared up a lot, and if he wanted to use the Blood Pill, it meant that he had to put a lot of blood.

"Fight!"

Huangfu gritted his teeth proudly, and the speed of blood flow was faster.

As the blood he shed out, Mo Wendao merged into that treasure knife in an extremely strange way, and his connection with the knife seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"Hey, the quality of the knife is improving!"

The sturdy old man felt that the quality of the knife had improved a lot.

Originally, it was a good top-grade spiritual weapon, but after Mo Wendao let Huangfu Ao bleed, the quality of that knife weapon was constantly improving.

"Curious about the blood refining method!"

The blacksmith on the side thought it was strange.

They also knew that the blood refining method could be increased, but the quality of the weapon was not as obvious as Mo Wendao's.

Moreover, the method they know is somewhat different from what Mo asked, and it is not the current one.

A quarter of an hour later!

"That's it!"

Mo asked to stop his grandfather's behavior of bloodletting.

This knife has been tempered, and the blood released by his grandfather has already taken three Blood Pills, and all of them have been replenished.

"What else do you want me to do?"

What Huang Fuao wants most now is to get the knife.

Seeing that Mo Wendao was still there, he used Nanming to refine from the fire, and constantly added some things that he didn't know.

Although, he could see that Mo asked to make his knife weapon stronger and better, and he also wanted to get it quickly.

"Soon!"

Mo asked Nanming to put away the fire and handed the knife to Huangfu Ao.

He continued to take out the materials and began to forge new weapons, ignoring his grandfather.

"Good knife, really good knife, I knew that my grandson would definitely succeed!"

Huangfu is now full of confidence.

His knife has already been in hand, and everything else has failed, it doesn't matter, judging from Mo Wendao's performance, failure is impossible.

"Show me the knife!"

The sturdy old man was not polite to the emperor.

After taking over the knife, he and a group of blacksmiths began to study what kind of quality this knife was, and whether it was possible for them to imitate one.

Half an hour later!

The quality is barely identified, as for the method of forging, you still need to look at Mo asked, how it was forged.

"This knife is three points better than the heavenly weapon in your hand, and it is limited to your use!"

The sturdy old man gave a precise judgment.

Mo Wendao used it, the method of blood refining refining, although there was a little accident, the knife weapon that was successfully refined was still specially refined for Huangfu Ao.

Only in the hands of Huangfu Ao can this knife play the greatest role.

"You'll have it too!"

Huang Fuao retrieved the knife.

Others are sure that they will also get the corresponding weapons, this is what Mo Wenwen promised, as for whether it is as powerful as his sword, he will not guarantee it.

Three days!

Three days have passed, Mo Wendao has refined four weapons, learned the lesson of his first one, and the next three have not forgotten, and they will be refined.

Fortunately, the quality of the weapons refined is not much different, even if it is not comparable to the heavenly weapon, it is not much worse.

Time passed, and Mo asked more and more things to refine.

At the beginning, he also took out some and gave them to test, and then in order to save time, he put them away and handed them over to them after refining.

In a flash, another thirteen days passed!

Mo asked, who had been busy, as long as he forged the last weapon again, he would have completed the task here, which should be regarded as overfulfilled.

Originally, he only promised to refine fifteen weapons, but he was later dragged to twenty-one.

Without using the method of blood refining, the speed of refining weapons will be faster, which makes Mo ask, within sixteen days, twenty-one weapons have been refined.

"I can't, I'm going to stay here!"

Mo Wenwen had already made up his mind to leave.

He planned to say goodbye without saying goodbye, if he finished forging this weapon and gave him another material, if his grandfather begged him to make a move again, it would be difficult for Mo Wendao to refuse.

He couldn't have imagined that the head of a first-class sect would roll around with him, just to let him forge a few more weapons and refine a few more furnaces of pills.

For this reason, Mo Wendao came up with a way to leave this Qi Heavenly Sect without saying goodbye, and when he was refining with the last weapon, he left this Qi Tian Sect.

Zizizi!~

A burst of white mist rose, and this time, the white mist was much larger than any previous one, filling the entire forging hall.

It's just that after the white fog dissipated, there was no figure of Mo Wendao.

Only a storage ring and the weapon were left, lying in the quenching pool.

Everyone understands that Mo Wenwen is gone!