The production of medicinal materials and the production of spiritual tools are two different things. The latter is outrageously difficult.
Some cultivators spend their whole lives with only one or two high-quality spiritual tools.
The dean seems to have forgotten the ice and snow outside, and his eyes are fixed on the seven or eight spatial instruments. Is it difficult...
The professors are going crazy, and the students are screaming with excitement.
The spiritual tools taken out from the space are at least high-grade and above, and there are more and more, just like wholesale in the vegetable market.
Those who like long swords apply for a long sword, those who like to use knives to slash around to get knives, and girls who like nine-section whips, like darts... Only you can't think of it, there is no such thing!
All babies, a total of 25,000 pieces! It was sent to students and teachers, and there were still extras left.
The dean looked at the ecstatic students. There was a girl flying around the indoor square with the long sword she just obtained, and she kept shouting that she was going to deliver international food.
The dean gradually realized... Bai Chuwei asked the whole hospital to count the number of teachers and students a few days ago, and was already planning for this
"Wait, something is wrong! Why does Senior Bai Chuwei have so many spiritual weapons?" The dean suddenly realized something and blurted out.
The professors on the side looked at each other, and most of them knew it.
This is a spirit tool, and the Earth has not even recovered spiritual energy before. How difficult it is to forge a spirit tool, let alone a high-quality spirit tool!
It is said that Bai Chuwei has lived for more than 400 years, but there are 30,000 high-grade spiritual artifacts here! Even Bai Chuwei, who has been forging since birth, can't do so much, right
The dean remembered Bai Chuwei's casual attitude when he gave out the seven or eight space spirit tools, and knew that Bai Chuwei must have more than that in his hands.
A middle-aged professor of basic qi training swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling: "Bai... Vice President Bai should be more than four hundred years old as rumored, right? Maybe... Chitose?"
Four hundred years is simply not enough to create so many high-grade spirit tools, even a time management master can't do it!
What's more, when Bai Chuwei was free, she even used the pseudonym "Mr. Bai" to write "Story of the Mountain Moon".
The senior leaders of Kunlun College, headed by the dean, fell into deep thought.
Bai Chuwei was sitting outside her bedroom in Kunlun College, and she could see that in the ice and snow, the group of students practiced using the magic weapon they just got despite the harsh winter, which was very funny.
Bai Chuwei laughed for a while, then turned to look at Hua Ling.
This kid now has a wife and children and can do everything, and he doesn't care about anything every day.
Bai Chuwei smiled and said, "Hua Ling, do you still remember Villain Island? Lord Prison Head."
The pain on Hua Ling's face was simply the most painful experience in his life.
Bai Chuwei's eyes were bright and bright: "You set off for the villain's island now."
She once promised thousands of villains up and down the villain's island, and she would give them a chance to come out, a chance to come out of the villain's island, instead of sneaking out and being regarded by countries around the world as snakes and scorpions and top wanted criminals.
Now, they have a chance to reform themselves and be accepted by people around the world.
Hua Ling understood and reluctantly touched Leng Xueqin's bulging abdomen. Her subordinates seemed to be able to feel the fetal movement of the twins in her belly, and said very solemnly, "Yes, Master."