"Speaking of which, it's been more than a year since I entered the monk realm, and it's been a few months since I stepped on the immortal path, but I don't have a magic weapon of my own, what a failure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the refining room, Guan Bufan looked at some of the liquid left in the furnace and muttered in his mouth.

The remaining liquid is not enough to refine a magic sword, at most half of the sword. These are all materials for refining fifth-grade magic weapons, and it is a pity that they are wasted. If Lin Shuiyue hadn't been short of time now, I'm afraid she wouldn't have let Guan Bufan deal with it at will.

"Since it's handled at will, I'll use it to refine my own magic weapon, it's not too much!"

Guan Bufan's hand moved, and a fine lightning strike wood appeared in his hand, and a purple arc shone slightly on it.

He took out another rag package, in which dozens of gold chain fruits were stored.

Immediately afterwards, he used the magic technique to conjure up a mold, and then constantly changed this mold according to his own thoughts. When Lin Shuiyue carved the mold just now, he was watching from the sidelines, and he remembered every line, although most of them didn't know the use, but they were perfectly copied now.

However, because of the different circumstances, although the various patterns of the molds he made are exactly the same, the shapes are very different.

Guan Bufan's plan was to smear a layer of juice from the golden chain fruit on the lightning strike wood, and then cover the remaining liquid in the furnace on the lightning strike wood. It is then shaped with a mold to form a sword.

The volume of the lightning strike wood is not small, and a layer of liquid is added to the outside, and the volume after solidification is larger than that of the magic sword of Zhilin Shuiyue. And Guan Bufan doesn't like the shape of the magic sword with two pointed ends and a blade all over the body.

In the end, the mold he made was completely in the shape of a mortal sword, but it was much larger.

The blade of the sword is 1.5 meters long, and with the hilt, it is 1.8 meters long. The sword is also eighteen centimeters wide, and it is definitely a giant sword that has never appeared in the monk world.

The mold was formed, and it only took Guan Bufan half an hour to form.

Break more than a dozen golden chain fruits, in addition to a thin layer of peel on the outside, this fruit is full of juice inside, more than a dozen fruits, Guan Bufan used the magic method to make a big wrist to fill a bowl.

He made a brush and brushed all the juice onto the lightning wood.

He then placed the lightning strike wood into the mold. The mold extends out of the silk threads, which fix the lightning strike wood in the middle of the mold.

Coming to the front of the furnace, Guan Bufan used a means to guide the liquid inside out and pour it into the mold. The temperature of this liquid is extremely high, but Guan Bufan's mold also uses the characteristics of the Wutian Poison Demon Wheel, which is very strong and not afraid of this temperature.

The liquid was all poured in, and an embarrassing thing happened, the mold was made too big, and the liquid was not enough!

When an ordinary mold refiner encounters such a situation, he can only say that he is unlucky, and this magic weapon is considered a waste. Having said that, other mold refiners are very conservative when making molds, and there will only be more liquid after refining, but never less, and it is impossible for such a situation to occur.

That is, a novice like Guan Bufan, refining magic weapons for the first time, dared to make such a large mold without knowing the depth.

However, this situation did not bother him.

The mold on the hand of the Phantom Martial Arts Control gradually shrank, the hilt of the sword was shortened by two centimeters, and the blade of the sword was shortened by ten centimeters. In addition, the shape of the blade is also parallel to the original, and it gradually shrinks from top to bottom. As a result, the widest part of the blade is eighteen centimeters, and the narrowest point near the tip of the sword is eight centimeters.

In this way, the liquid is just right.

Guan Bufan waved his hand, and nine small holes appeared on the mold, evenly distributed on the entire sword. He slit his finger and took advantage of the moment to drop a drop of blood in each of the nine small holes. Then the blood entered the sword, and he filled the hole.

The mold was flipped over, and the same nine drops of blood were dropped. In this way, a total of eighteen drops of blood melted into the sword, and from now on, the sword would never be used by a second person unless he died.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the liquid cooled down a lot, and Guan Bufan withdrew the silk thread that fixed the lightning strike wood in the mold, leaving extremely fine gaps that were quickly filled by the liquid.

A day later, the liquid had completely cooled down, and Guan Bufan was about to disperse the illusion martial arts to see what the first magic weapon he had refined looked like. But suddenly I heard footsteps, and when I looked back, I saw Lin Shuiyue walking towards me.

"Extraordinary apprentice, can you let Master see your newly refined magic weapon?"

Lin Shuiyue looked at Guan Bufan, with a thick surprise in her eyes, and an unimaginable fierce light.

Guan Bufan shook his head and said, "The disciple's first practice is not worth mentioning. ”

"Isn't it worth mentioning? you used the liquid left over from me, which is the material for refining a fifth-grade magic weapon, even if it is piled up there, it can become a ninth-grade magic weapon. If it is carefully crafted, it can even be made into a seventh-grade magic weapon, but I think that the magic weapon you refine is at least a sixth-grade magic weapon. How did you do it, and why are the molds you make so delicate?"

"Master wants to know?"

"Think!" Lin Shuiyue's eyes lit up, staring at Guan Bufan, and there was a faint surge of spiritual power on her body.

"Huh. Guan Bufan sneered.

The attraction of the Phantom Martial Arts to the Mold Cultivator is incomparably powerful. You can make molds completely according to your own ideas, and you can control the molds to adjust during the refining process, what a cheating ability!

However, this phantom martial art has the word 'law' in its name, but it is actually a superpower that cannot be taught at all. Even if it can be taught, Guan Bufan will not pass it on.

"What if I say no, Master?"

"Then it's up to you!"

Lin Shuiyue's spiritual power surged, a gust of wind swayed around her body, her clothes flew, and her power was overwhelming.

She knew that Guan Bufan was amazingly talented, knew that he had a relationship with the Chen brothers and Yang Zhiying, and it also admitted that Guan Bufan was a rare genius.

But so what?!

Genius is the strong man of the future, and conversely, the weak man of the present!

No matter how strong you are in the future, you can't hide your weakness now. And weakness, in this world of monks who eat the jungle, is sin!

Profit is the biggest temptation in the world. Master and apprentice, friend, father and son, brother will all be torn apart by such temptation. At the very least, the master-apprentice relationship between Lin Shuiyue and Guan Bufan has disappeared at this moment.

Facing Lin Shuiyue's threat, Guan Bufan smiled and said, "Master, this is the last time I will call you Master." Speaking of which, it's just a foundation building period, and it's not too strong. ”

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of blue points of light flew out of his body, forming a beautiful and powerful formation behind him.

Purple Micro Star Killing Array!

A huge sense of crisis immediately enveloped Lin Shuiyue, although she was a refiner, but after all, she was also a foundation building monk, and she said that she had experienced a hundred battles.

The sheer amount of combat creates a peculiar feeling, and she has a sense of the crisis that lies ahead.

And now, the large array in front of Lin Shuiyue brought her a strong sense of crisis that as long as she made a move, she would die immediately.

"How... How is that possible?!"

Lin Shuiyue's eyes were full of disbelief, but she didn't dare to make a move, and even took the initiative to stop the spiritual power in her body.

"No... Extraordinary, stop, I... I'm your master!"

"Master?" Guan Bufan sneered and said, "I have met your disciples a few times in total, and you have not instructed me at all. Since I've been here, I've been on my own, and you've never helped me in the slightest, but now you're trying to steal my abilities. Master, it's ridiculous!"

"Anyway, the ritual of my apprenticeship is so simple, no one knows about it at all, and now, our master-apprentice relationship will be severed!"