The refining of the spirit sword was not special, it was completed in just a few hours, and Fan Wu still felt a little relieved to see the short sword using such a low-quality material, barely refining it into a second-grade intermediate rank.

After quenching, Fan Wu took out the short sword with his bare hands attached to the spiritual power, held it in his left hand, and raised the sword fingers in his right hand, gently stroking away the remnants of the sword body, revealing a silver light that could be seen.

"Good sword. Fan Wu unceremoniously commented on his work.

He switched to his right hand again, pulled a sword flower, shook his head, and said, "After all, it is a short sword, it is more sharp, and it is not flexible enough." ”

said that it was insufficient, but he still liked to put the short sword in front of him, and his two fingers together crossed the sword body, watching the sword body reflect the light sneaking in through the crack in the window, and the corners of his mouth were about to raise a smile, flicking the sword body to listen to the sword groan.

Suddenly, the knuckles of the sword stayed in mid-air, and the smile froze on his face, Fan Wu couldn't help but panic and looked carefully. But suddenly I saw my own face reflected on the sword body, and that face was like a raised sarcoma on the body of a toad, which was extremely terrifying.

"Ah......h

Fan Wu threw away the short sword in a panic.

Mingyu, who heard the voice, slammed on the door without hesitation.

"Roar?"

Mingyu roared in a low voice at Fan Wu's back.

"I'm fine, I was wrong, I scared myself. You go out first. Fan Wu turned his back to Mingyu and said calmly.

Mingyu was a little puzzled, out of respect for it, he didn't forcibly use cultivation as a snoop, but just roared worriedly, looked back at Fan Wu a few times, and finally walked outside the door, and covered the half of the door that was still hanging on the wall with his tail.

Fan Wu tried to calm the throbbing in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble, that terrible face, is it?

She subconsciously controlled her voice and refused to let Mingyu see her appearance.

However, she still couldn't help but want to recognize that terrible face.

Raising his trembling hand, he found a palm-sized mirror in the storage bag, calmed his beating heart, and moved the mirror to his face.

When Fan Wu was sure that this face was his own, he didn't have the fright just now. In front of the mirror, carefully look at the appearance on his face, slowly close his eyes, and use his divine sense to investigate the abnormality on his body.

Fan Wu's consciousness was stunned, and sure enough, his lungs were like fire, but it was not caused by the exercises, and Fan Wu was not very clear about the reason.

Exiting the inner look, Fan Wu stared at his unfamiliar face in the mirror, frowning, "Who have you offended?"

After thinking to no avail, Fan Wu put away the mirror, picked up the short sword, picked up the refined scabbard, returned it to the sheath, and put it in the storage bag.

After taking back the jade order, he stood directly in front of the refining furnace and took out a piece of white jade, and the jade order released a ball of flame in the air, and the flame color had already appeared transparent pink and purple, like the gauze flying around the jade order.

Fan Wu saw the enchantment of this flame, and his mood couldn't help but ease, and he put the jade on top of the jade order, and the "yarn clothes" around the jade order flew, wrapping the jade and turning it into white jade pulp.

Fan Wu used the Yanyan refining technique, used his divine sense to manipulate the flame to wrap the jade pulp in front of him, and arranged a thin layer of spiritual power against the skin.

Letting the flames pull the jade pulp in front of him to stretch into a thin white jade mask, Fan Wu took out the mirror again, reflecting his face with a mask, and found that he could still see the dark sarcoma inside through the mask, so he thickened the mask again.

Gradually adjust to the appropriate size and thickness, remove the flames, and use your divine sense to control the mask to levitate in front of you.

"Unexpectedly, the first mask I made was actually to cover my ugly face. Fan Wu laughed at himself and put the cooled mask on his face.

Such a jade mask that was only refined from white jade was not even a spiritual weapon, and Fan Wu was no longer in the mood to refine a spiritual weapon mask.

It doesn't matter if it's beautiful or not.

Fan Wu walked out without calling Mingyu. But Mingyu was at the door, how could she not see what she was doing?

Mingyu's worried look was shown on his face, and he followed behind Fan Wu, glancing at Fan Wu's masked face from time to time.

She knew that this must be related to the accident just now, but she didn't know what to do, so she had to follow Fan Wu inch by inch.

Fan Wu walked out of the small courtyard and tried to speak in a soft voice, "I want to see Steward Sun, I want to ask him where the alchemist Huan Wancang lives." ”

The maid should have departed tremblingly.

Although Fan Wu was controlling his emotions, the anger contained in his voice was not completely controlled.

This was the first time Fan Wu had been so angry, and there was a trace of fear.

When Sun Gongquan heard that Fan Wu was looking for an alchemist, he confirmed it with some puzzlement, then thought about several possibilities and asked, "Is there anything special about it?"

The maid may have doubts about other issues, but she remembers this very well, "Suddenly she wore a mask and spoke a little fiercely." ”

Sun Gongquan was a little sure of his guess, and while beckoning the maid to take him to see Fan Wu, he shouted outside, "Come on, go and invite Mr. Alchemist Huan." After a pause, he said, "Please come to my reception room." ”

After seeing Fan Wu, Steward Sun saw the mask on Fan Wu's face at a glance, as well as the indifference in his eyes.

Hidden in that indifference is anger.

"Miss Fan, what's going on?" asked Sun Guan worriedly.

Fan Wu only said hello to Steward Sun's arrival, and then shook his head and said nothing. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "I wonder if Steward Sun can help me invite Mr. Huan Wancang?"

Steward Sun could see that she was in a hurry, so he nodded and said, "I have sent someone to invite Mr. Huan, let's go to the living room and wait." ”

Fan Wu nodded, and followed Steward Sun to a meeting room in the Wanbao Pavilion. Fan Wu understands that this is a respect for Mr. Huan, and he does not dislike Sun Guan for procrastinating in his work.

After waiting for half an hour, the sloppy old man Huan Wancang, who had set up a stall together in Wanbao Pavilion a few days ago, finally arrived. Fan Wu's eyes lit up slightly, and he hurriedly got up to salute, "Mr. Huan." ”

"It doesn't have to be that way. Huan Wancang hurriedly held Fan Wu Shili's arm.

"Fan Wu has asked Mr. Huan, and hopes that Mr. Huan will accept this gift. Fan Wu's eyes were firm.

"It doesn't have to be like this, if there is something to say, I will not shirk if I can help. "Huan Wancang didn't dare to accept Fan Wu's gift, after all, such a young refiner, who would dare to say that he wouldn't need it in the future.

Seeing that Fan Wu was so anxious, Steward Sun didn't tell Huan Wancang what happened in front of him, so he knew that there was nothing to do here, so he left with a haha, leaving only a maid to wait.

After Steward Sun left, Fan Wu motioned for the maid to go out, and then took off his mask and talked to Huan Wancang about his affairs.

Seeing Fan Wu's face, not only Mingyu on the side, but even Huan Wancang was startled, she was a delicate little girl a few days ago, but now she has become such an ugly appearance.

Huan Wancang calmed down the shock and said, "Give me your hand, I'll take a look." ”

Fan Wu stretched out his arm, and Huan Wancang's right hand put three fingers on Fan Wu's wrist, "I want to use a wisp of aura to probe your body, don't resist." ”

Fan Wu bowed his head slightly.

After a while, Huan Wancang muttered, "You have a poisonous hair." ”