"Alas, then I have to wait for another caster master, Yin Lao, to come back and ask him for help, to see if he can help me build it for free for the sake of such a precious material."

Wang Duobao said, showing a look of pity and helplessness, and pretended to take away the banshee stone on the forging platform.

Want to get away with it!

Wang Duobao thought that he could hold Gong Qing with this hand, but when he heard it, he snorted dissatisfiedly, and he was about to leave without looking back, without the slightest retention.

"Then you just wait, the guy surnamed Yin hasn't been back to this stronghold for fifty years, maybe he's already dead outside."

The expression on Wang Duobao's face suddenly stiffened when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

This old guy doesn't get in the oil and salt!

The green tendons on Wang Duobao's forehead jumped.

He still liked it tightly when he saw this banshee stone just now, why didn't he lose half of his nostalgia at this time?

Could it be that he saw that he was in a hurry to use this treasure, and he was also trying to catch it?

Wang Duobao couldn't figure it out for a while, but looking at Gong Qing's back gradually walking away, there was really no way to do it in his heart.

What a shyness in the pocket!

At that moment, a familiar thick male voice sounded from outside the caster's department.

"Gong Lao, please stay!"

Wang Duobao was overjoyed when he heard this, turned his head and looked at a big man standing at the door of the casting department.

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew who it was.

It's his good grandson Zhao Ming again!

Could it be that he came to relieve his old ancestor again?

What a timely rain!

Wang Duobao was overjoyed in his heart, and Gong Qing also turned around when he heard this, and arched his hand to Zhao Ming carelessly.

"What is Director Zhao doing?"

Zhao Ming slowly walked to Wang Duobao's side, reached out and took the banshee stone in his hand and put it back on the casting table.

"I also asked Gong Lao to make a move according to the little brother's request, and the contribution points came out of Zhao's account."

It's really to share his worries and solve problems!

Wang Duobao suddenly smiled and arched his hand towards Zhao Ming.

"Thank you, Lord Principal!"

As soon as Gong Qing heard that the business was done, he became active again, laughing and returning to the casting table.

"Hahaha, as long as there are contribution points, I don't want to give up such good materials, old man! Come on, come on, I'll call you now! ”

As Gong Qing spoke, he lit the fire again, put the banshee stone and veil on the red-hot iron plate surrounded by the fire, and swung his small hammer to smash it down again and again.

This furnace fire is not an ordinary fire used in ordinary casters, but a special kind of magic fire.

The magic fire does not burn the real thing, but the calcination is some natural treasures or the magic patterns in the magic weapons.

The so-called pattern is a pattern that can urge the power in the animal product to exert all kinds of incredible effects.

To put it bluntly, it is the trajectory of a force.

It's the same as the monks' martial arts, supernatural powers, exercises, and secret arts.

The Dharma pattern is the magic power of treasures and magic weapons.

The grade and power of a magic weapon depends on its own materials, and thirty percent depends on these magic patterns.

Just like people, seven points are destined, and three points depend on hard work.

The more precise the pattern, the more the power of the material itself can be exerted.

Just like a monk who also cultivates, those who have ordinary martial arts skills and those who have great inheritance supernatural powers have completely different powers.

Although Gong Qing continued to smash the hammer and forge, a faint layer of lines began to appear on the banshee stone and the white veil under the calcination of the magic fire.

Thin hair, dazzling to those who watch.

The magic patterns of these two things were originally different and did not blend with each other, but under Gong Qing's forging, the two magic patterns began to gradually merge.

The small hammer in Gong Qing's hand is not an ordinary hammer, but a magic weapon, and what is struck is not the banshee stone and the veil itself, but also the magic pattern on it.

Every time you hit it, a dense layer of patterns will appear on the hammer and collide with the patterns on the material, and change the structure of the patterns on the material.

Wang Duobao looked at it for a while, but he still felt satisfied.

In his opinion, although Gong Qing's technique is not a master of casting, he can be regarded as a master.

In the caster, the caster level is briefly divided into five levels: ordinary caster, master, grandmaster, famous craftsman, and divine craftsman.

Although it is not like the level of alchemy, which is subdivided into one, two, three, four, five, the evaluation criteria in each level are also very strict.

A caster like Gong Qing, who can skillfully urge the magic fire to forge the magic pattern, can be regarded as a master.

The Grandmaster must be a leader in the Forge School, and be respected by the vast majority of the people in the school.

A master craftsman must have at least one masterpiece of weapons or magic weapons that can be famous all over the world.

As for the Divine Craftsman, it is even more demanding, and under the condition of satisfying the conditions of a famous craftsman, it is necessary to cultivate to reach the demigod realm before it can be called a divine craftsman.

The young furnace worker of the Tianzhu Realm on the side was even more intent, and he didn't dare to be distracted for a moment.

Being able to watch a master caster do a lot of good things for an ordinary caster like him.

"Okay, it will take a while for Gong Lao to finish casting, we don't have to wait here, let's go elsewhere."

Zhao Ming patted Wang Duobao on the shoulder, obviously wanting to talk to him alone.

Wang Duobao willingly followed and left the casting department.

Completely immersed in the caster, Gong Lao and the young caster did not notice their departure.

In the stronghold, Zhao Ming walked in front, and Wang Duobao followed behind.

"I guess you also have a lot of doubts in your heart, and if you want to ask anything now, you can ask it."

Zhao Ming said without replying.

Wang Duobao nodded.

"Indeed, I am still curious, why every time I encounter some trouble, Director Zhao will appear in time?"

"Haha, I knew you were going to ask this!"

Zhao Ming laughed twice, and then explained:

"I've told you since the first day you started teaching that if you have any trouble, just come to me, and I will not hesitate to help you."

"But I've also seen a lot of geniuses who are not much worse than you, and they just won't bow their heads and come to me for help for the sake of face."

"So I'll keep an eye on it, every time I hit you into the stronghold, my Divine Soul Perception locks you, and if I find out what trouble you encounter that is convenient for me to solve, I will appear in time."

Wang Duobao pinched his chin and nodded slightly, his heart is like Zhao Ming, no wonder this stronghold can play such a hand under the nose of Wei Qi and grow stronger and stronger, it is indeed a talent!

"Thank you, Lord Principal, for your kindness."

Wang Duobao thanked him, only to hear Zhao Ming's tone suddenly become heavy, and admonished:

"But I can only stare inside the stronghold, and I can't protect you like a protector of some big force outside, you still have to be careful, and find a way to solve it yourself!"

"I understand below."

In Wang Duobao's view, this Zhao Ming is really a qualified superior and elder.

If there were so many dozens or hundreds of talents like Zhao Ming in the Divine Sect, why wouldn't it be a big deal!

After that, Zhao Ming turned his head, narrowed his eyes and asked Wang Duobao:

"But I'm a little strange, how precious is the value of the banshee stone that is almost out of the rebirth realm, with your cultivation in the early stage of a divine palace realm and a blank background, how did you get such a treasure?"

Wang Duobao's eyes shrank when he heard this, and he shook his head with a smile and said perfunctorily:

"It's just a coincidence."

Even if he is optimistic about Zhao Ming, he will not rashly tell the other party his identity.

The heart is separated from the belly.

Even if Zhao Ming didn't have anything else in mind, if the news leaked out, others would not be able to tell.