"Xiaoman, do you want to work harder? I'm going to refine a heaven-level magic weapon." Luo Qinghen said casually.
"Seven-grade elixir!" Luo Qingyi was concise. Four words were enough to show his alchemy skills!
In this way, Luo Qinghen and Luo Qingyi controlled the flames in their left and right hands respectively, constantly tempering the materials.
They can still chat with Luo Xiaoman. Such skill is what every alchemist and weapon refiner should strive for in their lifetime.
"No need." Luo Xiaoman raised his eyes and looked at Qiang Wenwu, who was ashen-faced, and said calmly: "Looking at the situation, the eldest prince has given up."
"Eh, you just gave up?" Luo Qinghen said depressedly: "I'm not even handsome enough! I created the Eighteen Forms of Weapon Refining not long ago, and I thought I could show it off here, but now I'm afraid No chance."
"Qinghen, can you please stop doing these useless things?" Luo Qingyi rolled his eyes and said angrily: "When refining a weapon, the most important thing is to avoid being fancy, and be more pragmatic."
"Brother, you are wrong!" Luo Qinghen looked serious and said unhappily: "Every weapon refining master should have his own weapon refining style. Of course, you alchemists also have your own style. "
"Brother, your style is meticulous, and you complete the alchemy in the most concise way." After a pause, he continued: "But, I am different. How handsome I am, how I came..."
"So, you are destined to be a joke!" Before Luo Qinghen could finish speaking, Luo Qingyi stabbed him calmly, "Okay, that Qiang Wenwu is going to admit defeat."
At this time, Qiang Wenwu had already walked towards Luo Xiaoman.
"I lost!"
Qiang Wenwu stood in front of Luo Xiaoman, with a complicated look in his eyes, and then he lowered his head slightly and voluntarily gave up and continued the competition.
"Eldest Prince, I haven't finished refining the elixir or refining the weapon yet. Isn't it too hasty for you to admit defeat?" Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said this, while his hands stopped. Come down and remove the obsidian and Yang Yan.
Qiang Wenwu's pupils shrank slightly. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he was still convinced in action. "You can refine elixirs with your bare hands, and you can also refine weapons at the same time. Not only is your mental strength strong, but your control ability also puts me at a disadvantage."
"Therefore, I feel that there is no need to continue the competition. Any further competition will just be a waste of each other's time."
Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows. Although Qiang Wenwu was a little aloof, he was still a person who could afford to lose.
"I lost! I am convinced of my defeat!" Qiang Wenwu clasped his fists and expressed his greatest apology to Luo Xiaoman. "I apologize to you for being rude before!"
Everyone looked at each other with mixed emotions. Firstly, Qiang Wenwu lost unexpectedly. Secondly, they were sure that Mr. Ling was a god and the person he appointed was indeed extraordinary.
"Ah~~" Luo Xiaoman yawned and said lazily: "Since you have no doubts about my strength, then I will go back and take a nap."
Qiang Wenwu was slightly startled, and looked at Luo Xiaoman in astonishment as he turned around, jumped on Dabai's back, lay on it and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Could it be that this guy didn't use all his strength just now? In addition to refining elixirs and weapons with his hands, could he also do it with both feet
Luo Xiaoman:…
"Wenwu, are you really convinced?" Qiang Ting walked over and glanced at Qiang Wenwu.
"I'm convinced." Qiang Wenwu nodded and said solemnly: "With Miss Luo's strength, there is no problem for her to serve as the commander of the army of conquering immortals."
(End of chapter)