Qin Molin saw Feng Xingying eating happily and then said, "Is it useful to refine this broken wood armor?"
"Of course! I'm going to build five hundred spirit-planting armors. Isn't that great?" Feng Xingying immediately became energetic.
"Is it the same as Tao Xingzhou's armor?"
"Of course!" Feng Xingying looked arrogant: "Maybe, the defense will be a little bit worse, and it will be easier to damage, and it will have to continuously consume spiritual crystals."
"That's enough. No matter how many spiritual crystals it takes to save a life, it's worth it." Qin Molin nodded: "After dinner, I will help you practice and you can just watch."
"Yeah."
Feng Xingying ate faster.
After eating, Feng Xingying was severely stimulated again.
She had long known that Qin Molin was good at the art of distraction, and she had also seen Qin Molin use several hammers at the same time when refining a weapon.
However, Qin Molin didn't tell her that this time he was playing 500 pieces at the same time.
Feng Xingying was so excited that he didn't dare to speak. As expected, Qin Molin was the most powerful!
Feng Xingying really wanted to grab him and ask him how he did it, but he didn't dare to speak for fear of affecting Qin Molin's movements.
Qin Molin seemed to have the ability to read minds, and suddenly smiled and said: "Multi-tasking is an essential ability for every Xiantian-level weapon refiner. You have also advanced to the Spirit Emperor. You must at least multi-task to reach the level of an Emperor-level weapon refiner. entry standard.”
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In the past, Feng Xingying had been refining elixirs, refining weapons, and making talismans. He still felt that everything had laws. As long as he understood the laws, he could master them without much practice.
Now looking at this heart-warming weapon, Feng Xingying was a little dumbfounded.
Qin Molin's next words made her even more stunned.
"The same applies to alchemy. Otherwise, it would be too wasteful for an emperor-level alchemist to guard an alchemy furnace. If you don't believe it, you can ask your master."
"Yeah." Feng Xingying nodded and complained weakly: "But you only have five hundred dollars to spend, and you can still chat..."
"I'm concentrating on chatting with you. The weapon refining is just incidental." Qin Molin had turned his head and reached out to help Feng Xingying smooth his bangs on his temples.
People are so irritating!
I don't feel warm and sweet at all, I just have the miserable feeling of being tortured like a dog.
Especially when Qin Molin put his hand on Feng Xingying's head and touched him gently, "Be good."
Well.
This disgusting bastard!
But Feng Xingying's mentality was always in a good mood. He quickly came out of his depression and focused on staring at the hammers flying in the sky.
Even though there are a lot of weapon refining hammers, their rhythms are exactly the same frequency. To put it bluntly, aren't they going at the same time
Feng Xingying has private insights, but to control this rhythm, it really requires a lot of practice.
Knowing is one thing, learning and mastering is another.
Feng Xingying just realized it, and Qin Molin stopped.
Five hundred pieces of brand new plant spirit armor fell in front of Feng Xingying and were automatically stacked in sequence.
Feng Xingying clenched her small fists, full of motivation. She knew that shortcomings were not terrible. Having the motivation to work hard to make up for these shortcomings was the most important thing.
Qin Molin suddenly said: "I am not the heaven-defying genius you imagined. I have entered the Ten Thousand Demons Tower once, and when I left, I stayed in the space for three hundred years, which was the place that once disappeared. Year."
No wonder!
According to the time gap standard of one day and one year, Qin Molin's three hundred years are equivalent to making money in vain. In three hundred years, with his qualifications, he can accumulate spiritual power and advance to the spiritual master. However, his mood at the time was not perfect, and he had With the demon blood causing chaos, he never allowed himself to advance, so he spent a lot of time delving into miscellaneous matters.
"I will try to catch up with you."
"Um."