Mingyu and Fan Wu lived here, and there was no deliberate hiding or high-profile publicity, so after carving the word "demon residence" on the big stone that opened the door, Ying Cangsheng came.

Ying Cangsheng was kicked out after falling out with the clan, and Mingyu was also an outlier.

In Ying Cangsheng's heart, Mingyu, who was already small, understood him best at this time. Therefore, when Mingyu opened the mansion, he brought a demon beast to congratulate.

"Xi Niang, you actually want to live in this kind of place. However, in any case, we are neighbors, and I specially brought some food and drink to congratulate you on opening the mansion. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the vine with the demon beast tied to his hand and a wine gourd in his other hand.

When Fan Wu saw the demon beast that Ying Cangsheng was carrying in his hand, he was speechless for a while, and the body of the little mole demon lying on the side was already shaking like sifting chaff.

With tears in my eyes, my mind echoed with me, me, me, me...... Going to be eaten...... Ate ......

Mingyu's face was as usual, nodded slightly, and motioned for Ying Cangsheng to put it aside.

Fan Wu swept the faces of the three demons, and suddenly had a little more understanding of the demon clan's code of conduct.

The little mole demon didn't feel anything wrong with being eaten by his own kind, but was worried that he would be next, and Mingyu and Ying Cangsheng didn't care whether a little mole demon who was caught to do coolie labor would be resentful and rebel because his kind was eaten.

Because the strong are respected, it is recognized that the strong eat the weak in the same kind, not to mention that it is the natural enemy who eats the clansmen.

The demon clan, only the strong can have compassion, and only have the ability to pity others, and the weak only need to worry about their own safety.

Fan Wu sat on the main seat of the renovated living room, drinking the fresh green dew from the brown wood cup with its own texture, ignoring Ying Cangsheng's consideration of Mingyu as the master.

Until Mingyu looked back at Fan Wu:

"Sister, roasted or stewed?"

After all, Fan Wu is a human race, even if the essence of life is promoted to become an immortal, he has his own bottom line, although this bottom line is a bit hypocritical in the eyes of the demon race, but Fan Wu has no intention of abandoning it.

"Keep it. ”

"Oh. Mingyu seemed to have expected this, and took the female mole rat in Ying Cangsheng's hand, tore off the vines and threw it next to the little mole demon.

The little mole demon hurriedly pulled the female mole who was still in a daze to his side, straightened his posture, and lay on the ground respectfully, ready to be dispatched at any time.

Ying Cangsheng was stunned for a moment: "It's okay, make a couple, and you can eat it for a long time with cubs." ”

Fan Wu looked at Ying Cangsheng's stunned appearance, and suddenly became interested in his body.

Mingyu took Ying Cangsheng to sit down, waved a cup for himself and Ying Cangsheng, and beckoned the wine gourd on Ying Cangsheng's waist to fill it for him and himself.

"The wine is not bad, I took it, please have a drink. Mingyu picked up the cup and smelled it, and saluted Ying Cangsheng and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oooh. Ying Cangsheng also drank the wine in the cup with Mingyu's movements.

"Okay, now that the wine has been drunk and the gift has been received, you can go. "What Mingyu said is right.

Ying Cangsheng also felt that everything had been done, and there was really no reason to stay here, but he felt that it didn't match his original intention, and he didn't know what to say.

Fan Wu looked at the wine gourd in Mingyu's hand, his eyes lit up slightly, he stretched out his hand and beckoned him, looked at it several times, and his eyes showed a touch of understanding.

The hand holding the wine gourd suddenly had a shallow flame attached, the palm was upward, and the wine gourd was slightly suspended from the palm of the hand.

The flame beats regularly, gradually covering from the bottom of the gourd upwards until the entire gourd is wrapped in it, and it burns for a while before the brush is removed.

At that moment, a net-like golden pattern appeared on the dusky gourd, and the lines flashed, but the gourd turned a brass color.

When the color is darker and lighter than before, I don't know how much it is moisturized.

The bright light in Fan Wu's eyes disappeared, and even though his body did not change much, it still made people feel that they were not as energetic as the moment they saw the wine gourd, and the whole person exuded a feeling of laziness and boredom.

Throwing the wine gourd in the direction of Mingyu, it revealed that he had lost interest in the wine gourd.

Mingyu was not surprised, it was estimated that the grade of this spiritual object itself was too low, and the quality of Fan Wu could not be improved much if he refined it into a spiritual weapon.

Mingyu shook the wine gourd, frowned, took out a small jade bottle that could be held in one hand, and poured the wine in the wine gourd into it.

Raised his hand and threw the wine gourd to Ying Cangsheng:

"Well, I'll give it back to you, it's a return gift. ”

Ying Cangsheng was very puzzled by the behavior of Mingyu and the others, but it was not good to say anything in return, tilted his head and scratched his head, and left the demon residence.

Fan Wu asked the little mole demon to dig a cave to live in by herself with a female mole whose intelligence was obviously lower than that of the little mole demon.

Then he pulled Mingyu to familiarize himself with the spiritual materials of the demon clan, that's right, Fan Wu wanted to stay here to refine the demon weapon.

Fan Wu has the spiritual material foundation of the human race, and Mingyu is not a demon who has specifically understood the spiritual materials of the demon race, so that he wiped out Mingyu's old bottom in one day.

Not only the knowledge in the braincase, but also the spiritual materials that Mingyu collected intentionally or unintentionally.

The refining of spiritual weapons, at the level of Fan Wu, no longer has to rely entirely on refining methods.

Three years of non-stop in Xuanyue City for the Tianyang Great Heavenly Monarch, no, Tianyang Tianzun refined spiritual weapons, and wrote the "Spirit Weapon Grade Record", in terms of foundation and skills, Fan Wu is enough to be called the master of refining weapons, what he lacks is only the comprehension of Dao marks.

And the comprehension of Dao marks requires more experience.

According to the characteristics of spiritual materials, follow the basic rules and refine their own unique spiritual weapons, this is already a master of refining without a doubt.

On the second day, when Fan Wu and Mingyu were immersed in the contemplation of spiritual weapons, and the other was still immersed in cultivation, Ying Cangsheng broke in.

"Xi Niang!"

"Xi Niang!"

......

"Xi Niang! This one... Is it her......" Ying Cangsheng pointed to Fan Wu, who heard the noise and came out of the refining room, and didn't know what to say.

Fan Wu looked at Ying Cangsheng dissatisfied, with an indifferent expression, "How?"

Ying Cangsheng pointed to the wine gourd in his hand and opened his mouth again and again, still not knowing where to start.

"Okay, didn't I send it to you?" Mingyu said indifferently, completely not remembering his purpose when he wanted to follow Fan Wu in the first place.

Ying Cangsheng finally said the key word "Terran Spirit Weapon...... Refined spiritual weapons!"

Mingyu suddenly realized that she had been following Fan Wu for a long time, and she didn't know how many spiritual weapons she had seen, so that this kind of barely one-grade spiritual weapon was not in her eyes.

Seeing Ying Cangsheng's performance, Mingyu remembered the demon clan's desire and shock for spiritual weapons.

The demon clan has always used the treasure weapon that each mountain bred itself!

These demon clans who have a treasure and occupy the mountain that gave birth to this treasure are either the head of a clan or a demon king.

How can ordinary demon clans have a chance to have a spiritual weapon, most of them have never even seen it. All cultivation is in their own talents, and they all rely on hand-to-hand combat.

Seeing Ying Cangsheng's surprised appearance, Fan Wu seemed to have cleared the fog in front of him, and a sudden feeling of enlightenment arose, and if he integrated into the demon world, he had to refine the demon weapon to open the way!

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