Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand: "If the spirit stone is not a spirit stone, I won't mention it anymore, Xuanmu Zhenguang is the Yuanying monk who owes the old lady a favor, otherwise the outside world will not see it at all, and the old man also loves this Fengsheng Wood Refining Treasure very much, otherwise he will not use this favor to ask for this thing!"

"Then Wan Mou is ashamed!" Wan Qingping knew that he also owed the Great Flying Needle Master a great favor this time, how precious the Yuanying Monk's favor was, this old man said that he would use it, and it could also be seen that this old man had a mind and his love for refining the magic weapon of the flying needle.

Although Wan is not a good thing, he has an advantage, that is, he knows how to be grateful, and secretly ponders how to repay the old man in the future.

"There is one more thing, it depends on whether Wan Daoyou can do it, but this matter, it is good to be able to do it, the power of the magic weapon can be taken to a higher level, if it can't be done, it doesn't hurt!"

Without waiting for him to speak, the flying needle master continued: "This matter is about the magic weapon blade, Wan Daoyou's wind wood material, the edge blade is too blunt, and the blade must be opened to be sharper, the old man refines the magic weapon all year round, but there are also treasures with blades, even if it is a tough material like wind wood, it can be opened, but this will hurt the original structure of the material......

"What does the master want me to do, just say it!" Wan Qingping looked impatient.

"There is a bladed treasure in your Sanmiao treasure house that has been handed down for thousands of years, if you use this thing to open the blade, you can minimize the damage to the material, but every time that treasure is used, it will lose a little origin power, it is said that in the last few hundred years, the origin power of this treasure has not been much, and few people can borrow this treasure......"

The old man rubbed his hands: "The old man is also very fond of this rare material, if you want to make the magic weapon perfect, it depends on whether the Daoist has the ability to convince the Sanmiao Gu Master Temple or praise the Ya Dazun......!

The old man didn't finish speaking, but Wan Qingping knew the meaning of his words, this old man was not optimistic about him, and yes, since that bladed treasure was so precious......

A few days later, a ray of light flew up and soon disappeared without a trace.

Sacrificial Mountain, Gu Master Temple.

"Wan Daoyou, this is not good at all, if you borrow that piece of "Yuntian Crystal Mill", you need to make a high contribution to the clan, just by giving up the qualification of the Cave Mansion Spirit Land last time, it is not enough to use this treasure!" The old priest shook his head quickly, his eyes widened, as if he had heard something extremely incredible.

"Great sacrifice, let's not go around the bend, you name the number, how many spirit stones are needed!" pleaded for half an hour and still had no effect, Wan Qingping immediately sacrificed a skillful bribery method.

"Ahem, Wan Daoyou, to tell you the truth, this is not a matter of spirit stones, even if the old man agrees to the piece of Tianyun Crystal Mill in the clan, he must still get the permission of the Great Zun of Kua Ya before he can take it out of the secret vault!" Seeing such a naked bribe, the old priest was almost choked by the hot tea.

"Then in the next ten years, we will inevitably go to the Momba Grassland to sit in the trading company for our three seedlings, which should contribute a lot to the clan, plus the compensation for giving up the spiritual land, isn't it enough?"

"This ...... If this is the case, it is reluctant, but for the tribe to sit in the Mumba trading company, it is just a fantasy of Taoist friends, and it has not been implemented, so ......" The big priest spread his hands and said helplessly, obviously accustomed to this kind of means of wanting to empty the gloves of the white wolf.

Wan Qingping's face was cloudy, he had saved enough contributions in the past fifty years, but when the time came to refine the magic weapon, the flowers and yellow cabbage would be cold!

The flying needle master also said that it is good to have it, but if it is not, it can also be opened, but it is a little damaged to the material.

He quickly denied this idea, the better the cultivation of the Dharma Protector Treasure, the greater the help for future cultivation, you can't give up like this, by the way, go and ask for praise Ya Dazun, maybe there is a glimmer of hope......

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and was about to walk out.

However, the Great Priest seemed to know what he was going to do, and his next words made him stop abruptly: "Wan Daoyou, after killing the Myeloid Silver-winged Mosquito, Dazun went out to wander, and now everything in the clan is in charge of the Insect Po Daoyou!"

Hearing these two words, Wan Qingping's eyes lit up, isn't he a "worm woman"? So...... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the opportunity to lend the bladed treasure had suddenly increased several times from less than half of the original.

"That's right, Wan Daoyou, the last time the matter of Bimia Valley, you left your post without permission, and the Gu Master Temple decided to punish you for one or two, specifically for five years, during which all the benefits in the clan were canceled......" Before the words of the great priest were finished, he saw a flash of blue light in front of him, and the person was gone, leaving only a sentence that echoed in the same place: "Wan Mou knows about this matter, and there is no objection to the punishment in the clan!"

Happily went to Wan Ye Demon Island, but was told that the insect woman was still in retreat, and he had no choice but to leave a famous post, but he finally got the letter, the insect woman's retreat is not a retreat to break through the realm, at most three or five years, at least one or two years can be out of the customs.

Plastic Cloud Mountain is a dense underground well.

Wan Qingping sat motionless on the futon, a green flame was quietly burning on the dilapidated oil lamp in front of him, the color of the flame was extremely pure, like a crystal clear jade, and the blue light that originally appeared on his body during the refining was dyed with a layer of green under the illumination of this flame.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his essence flashed, and then his fingers flew like a fly, and the complicated law was dazzling, and finally with a breath of fresh air, he sprayed onto the green flame, and the green flame suddenly swayed as if it had been torn.

The fingers trembled, in the form of a pull, every time he pulled, a bead of sweat would inevitably fall off his face, which showed that things were not easy, and after half an hour, a small wisp of flame separated from the oil lamp and slowly floated to the front of him.

Seeing this, Wan Qingping's face was happy, and without hesitation, he spewed out another breath of clear air and shot at this small wisp of green flame, and at the same time operated the first layer of the fire control method of the "Six Yao Fire Control Sutra" that had been cultivated, so that the flames ran around him in a mysterious trajectory, and with each rotation, the clear qi wrapped in the green flame seeped into a trace.

It wasn't until his face showed a languid look that this small wisp of green flame was completely soaked in clear qi, and with one mouth, he swallowed the green flame directly into his stomach.

At this point, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then closed his eyes and meditated, recovering the mana that had just been lost.

Two hours later, the mana had recovered, but there was still a sickly white on his face, obviously the vitality was not so easy to recover, but this could not stop his excitement.

(2nd Update)