Due to the fiery atmosphere of the first day, some monks did not go back at all. Stayed directly outside the door of the Refining Pavilion and became a free guard. There was no word all night, and the next day, as soon as the door of the Refining Pavilion opened, those who had been prepared rushed in.

Those who came did not refuse, and according to the order, the master of the refining pavilion directly asked for the materials and made it seriously. Just like yesterday, the magic weapon was refined in person, but the spirit weapon needed to be avoided. It's just that everyone who has learned well, what kind of magic weapon will they refine?

Regardless of whether they had money or not, whether they were smashing pots and selling iron, they all took out a piece of materials for refining spiritual weapons and handed them over impatiently. On average, half to an hour, the original owner can get a spiritual weapon that satisfies him to the extreme.

The next day passed in a flash, and in this day, the master of the Refining Weapon Pavilion had refined a total of seventeen spiritual weapons. Zero mistakes, all high-quality. Among them, because the materials are good, three high-grade spiritual weapons were also born. Let the waiting crowd howl incessantly.

You must know that the price of a high-grade spiritual weapon is not cheap. The market price is at least 50,000 low-grade spirit beads. Excluding the value of the materials spent on refining the spirit weapon, this spirit weapon can at least earn more than 20,000 low-grade spirit beads.

This also means that the owners of those high-grade spiritual weapons did nothing, but were just a little more active than others, and they got more than 20,000 low-grade spirit beads for no reason. Such a good thing that is equivalent to pie from the sky naturally made the Treasure Refining Pavilion famous all of a sudden.

In just two days, the fame of the Treasure Refining Pavilion spread throughout the two realms of Enlightenment and Foundation Building. And even some of the larger business alliances are faintly looking at this powerful competitor. A lot of business alliances that make a living from dry refiners. They all sent spies one after another.

Compared to the bleakness of the other shops on the main street, the Refining Pavilion is really lively. Such a hot scene. On Nanluo Island, which has been gloomy for nearly a year, it is rare. Gradually. Some people who are jealous have bad intentions.

Early in the morning of the third day, when Zhou Nangang finished practicing a low-grade spiritual weapon, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and came to the Treasure Refining Pavilion, ready to return the things to its owner. A black-faced old man with a gloomy face, his figure flashed, and he was directly in front of him.

"Boy, where did you come out. Let the old man see, are you a fake?" The old man glanced at Zhou Nan coldly, and was stunned for his youth. Immediately, the thin palm turned into a claw, and he poked forward, and grabbed the spirit weapon.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhou Nan's mouth lifted and he sneered. A trace of mana was mobilized and injected into the flying knife in his hand. Suddenly, a piercing moan came, and a black light appeared. The black-faced old man immediately screamed, and involuntarily retreated.

"You, you, how dare you abolish the old man's right hand?" looked at the right hand with only one thumb left. The black-faced old man stared at Zhou Nan deadly, his two tiny eyes were already full of tyranny. How many years. He had never suffered such a big loss.

"Hmph, what are you talking about? The Daoists present have all seen it. You caught it yourself and cut your hand on it, what does it have to do with me?" Zhou Nan picked up the flying knife. Bounced off the blood droplets on it, looked at the black-faced old man, and said sarcastically.

"Damn, are you an idiot to be an old man? These old man's hands, because of the special sacrifice, have long been comparable to gold and iron. How can you hurt an idle low-grade spiritual weapon? It's clear that you pressed the poisonous hand, but you're still messing around!" said the black-faced old man through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is it? It's comparable to Jin Tie's hands, so let's try it below, how hard are your hands?" Zhou Nan pouted indifferently, and the flying knife in his hand was thrown into the air, and under the urging of his divine thoughts, it turned into a black light, stabbing the black-faced old man.

Seeing this, the black-faced old man's face changed greatly, but there was a sea of people all around, and there was no place to hide. In desperation, he could only grit his teeth and inject all the mana into his intact left hand. A cloud of black light danced out and blocked in front of him.

"Little devil hand, isn't this the trick of the notorious black monk Wan Tu?" Looking at the black-faced old man's scales and his black and shiny left hand, an old man in green clothes let out a strange cry and told the details of this person.

"Tsk, this person is exactly what is true. Although I don't know why he changed his appearance, there is no one else in this little devil besides him. Someone took a deep look at the strange left hand of the black-faced old man, and said with emotion.

"Didn't he say that he had already killed the granddaughter of an ancestor of the Yudan Period? It seems that the so-called fall is just this guy's desire to cover up. Some female cultivators looked at the black-faced old man, and her face was immediately full of disgust.

Just when everyone was talking, there was a muffled sound of 'bang', and the flying knife had already touched the black-faced old man's left hand. This black monk Wan Tu really had two brushes, and his thin left hand was really comparable to gold and iron, and he really stopped the flying knife.

"Hahaha, boy, until now, don't you admit that you calculated the old man just now?" The two slaps dimmed the light of the flying knife, and the black-faced old man grabbed the flying knife in his hand, and then looked at Zhou Nan and called out proudly.

"You're so stupid that you can make the same mistake twice, and you can't bear to do it. Zhou Nan glanced at the black-faced old man with pity, and with a flick of his fingers, a ball of green light disappeared into the flying knife. Suddenly, there was a terrible scream.

When Wan Tu, who was in pain, lowered his head again, his face was already distorted and he found that his left hand had been cut in half. And it's even more amazing than what I did just now, and I didn't even leave a thumbs up. The fracture was smooth, and it took a long time for blood to flow.

"You, you, boy, you are so vicious!" The black-faced old man looked at Zhou Nan, his eyes were already full of resentment.

"Hmph, there are a number of tourists who are guilty of sin, and they can't live if they do their own evil. Since both hands are gone, I still have to be a good person once, and I will free you!" Zhou Nan snorted coldly, and as soon as he urged the flying knife, he quickly rotated around the neck of the black-faced old man.

Suddenly, in the midst of everyone's exclamations. There was a muffled sound of 'bang', and the head of the black-robed old man rolled out of the distance. Forthwith. Under the blood spraying wildly, Wan Tu's headless corpse just writhed a few times unwillingly. He fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they all retreated one after another. It wasn't until the people behind him were squeezed into the corner of the wall that they had no way to retreat, and they had to stop. And Zhou Nan, ignoring everyone, put away Wan Tu's storage bag, and burned him with a fire.

"Fellow Daoists, this black monk has done a lot of evil. Heaven does not allow it. Now that you have been ambushed and killed, you will be in less danger when you walk outside. In order to make up for the panic brought to everyone, the pavilion master decided to extend the time of free refining for another day. This fellow Daoist, give you a flying knife. Zhou Nan bowed his hand to everyone. He said with an impassive expression.

Seeing that he had thrown away the flying knife, a bearded man felt cold behind his back, and in shock, he hurriedly shot out a mana. Carefully caught the throwing knife. This thing can't even be carried by the famous Wan Tu, if he is not careful, will he still live?

Hold the knife steadily. The beard swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at it a few times. Naturally, a hundred are satisfied. Immediately, he didn't say a word, and arched his hand at Zhou Nan. With a flying knife in his arms, he dodged, walked out of the Treasure Refining Pavilion, and disappeared.

With the experience of the Black Monk Wan Tu, everyone was also a little calmer. Although many people left, there were still many people who couldn't resist the temptation of the treasure and respectfully handed over the materials to Zhou Nan, whether they fit together or not, they all planned to refine the flying knife.

Shaking his head helplessly, for most of the next half of the day, Zhou Nan refined a total of fifteen spiritual weapons, but most of them were flying knives. It seems that he killed the black monk Wan Tu with a flying knife, which has made many people mistakenly think that the flying knife spirit weapon is terrifying.

In the evening, when the last flying knife spirit weapon was refined. After handing it back to its owner, Zhou Nan didn't say a word, and closed the business directly. As for his killing of the Black Monk Wan Tu in public, it seemed that he was allowed to do so.

In fact, it was not that no one paid attention, but when the black-armored soldiers who received the report arrived. As soon as I saw the shop opened by Zhou Nan from a distance, I didn't say a word, so I went home. A promising ancestor of the Yudan period, a notorious monk of the foundation building period, thought with their noses, they also knew how to choose. As for why they knew Zhou Nan, it was naturally instructed by the high-level.

In the evening, in the cabin of Lingdi, after casually talking to Sheng'er, who was still guarding the Little Mermaid, Zhou Nan walked back to his room and got busy. For three days of refining weapons, every night, he would sum up his experience and savor it carefully.

In doing so, it was naturally not a cramp in his head. Instead, if you want to refine your own natal magic weapon, the Rinne True Phoenix Sword, you need very high refining skills and refining experience. Although he is now a master refiner, he is still a long way from meeting the standard requirements.

Therefore, he has already made up his mind, and it will take ten years to sharpen a sword. Hide in the middle of the city, refine weapons for others, and enhance your refining ability. Although it would be a waste of time to do so, due to the hidden danger of the power of the phoenix marrow, he could only do so.

After all, there is only one material, and if you accidentally mess it up, there is nowhere to cry. Zhou Nan is steady by nature, and he will definitely not act lightly until he is not sure enough. Anyway, there are still forty years of time, which is enough for him to improve his refining level.

Two hours later, when Zhou Nan had a detailed understanding of the refining process of the day. I picked up the important things, and after repeated considerations, I recorded them in the jade slip. He did such things very seriously without the slightest sloppiness.

After completing this matter, Zhou Nan breathed a sigh of relief and put away the jade slip. After resting for a while, as soon as he raised his hand, he took out the storage bag he got on the black-faced old man today. With a movement of his divine thoughts, he easily erased his divine thoughts mark and checked it.

For killing this person today, Zhou Nan has no regrets at all. Open the door to do business, there are always people who offend. Being able to follow the black-faced old man to kill chickens and monkeys can be regarded as saving him a lot of trouble. As for whether killing this person will bring punishment, with his cultivation, will he be afraid?

Speaking of which, this black-faced old man is not a weak hand, and half of his feet have stepped into the realm of foundation building. His hands can really resist high-grade spiritual weapons without hurting them. But it's a pity that under his powerful mana, the low-grade flying knife spirit weapon is enough to leapfrog the challenge.

In the storage bag of the black-faced old man, except for millions of low-grade spirit beads and spirit shells, the others were all in tatters. There was only a bronze medal the size of a palm, which aroused Zhou Nan's interest. But after a few glances, he sighed and put away the bronze medal.

The bronze plaque is recorded as a secret technique of demon beasts, the little demon hand. When it is completed, it can resist the magic weapon. But unfortunately, this secret technique requires demonic power to cultivate. If he wanted to cultivate, he had to transplant the limbs of the demon beasts. And this is the method used by Wan Tu. (To be continued......)