Yang Ling happily threw the phone on the stone table, then picked up the tea that had already been cold and poured it down a few times, wiped his mouth and lay down leisurely again, and took out a piece of jade slip with his hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is the description of the refining artifact that Old Man Xian gave him at night.

Soon more than ten minutes passed, Yang Ling opened his eyes and touched his chin to think for a while and then began to look again, looking at it intermittently for nearly two hours before he put away the jade slip.

Although there is only one word difference between magic weapons and magic weapons, there is a world of difference in function.

The magic weapon is simple in function compared to the magic weapon, it can be regarded as a simplified version or prototype of the first-order magic weapon, which is made of storage materials, and after activating a simple formation, it can basically be regarded as a consumable device, which cannot replenish energy, and cannot be repaired after damage, and will slowly lose its effect after the vitality dissipates over time.

There are many materials in the universe that can store yuan, all the materials that can refine magic weapons can be, and even those that can't refine magic weapons can also be, such as the unfinished Tianxing wood, including the fossils that were split from the one-horned red soul borer today, all of which naturally have a vitality affinity and have a certain effect of storing yuan.

For the earthlings, these things are treasures that have never been seen in legends, but for Yang Ling, they are just garbage that can only be thrown away, and they can be used to make some magic weapons that can have a certain effect without the urging of vitality, and give them to relatives and friends for self-defense, and it is an excellent choice to ward off evil spirits.

Now his development has been completely out of touch with this society, but he can't or can't get his parents, relatives and friends into the system, or he can't let them live happily under his protection.

In addition to giving them a better body, he really can't give anything else, and even if it is Pei Yuandan, he still doesn't dare to use it for his relatives, because once he uses it, their current lives will be completely disrupted.

For relatives such as parents, grandparents, and grandparents, they have become completely accustomed to the leisurely life of freedom in the countryside, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and they cannot ignore their happiness because of their own selfishness, so that they can leave their hometowns and hide in an inaccessible place to live an isolated life, which is not happiness, but cruelty.

Therefore, he can only protect them as much as possible now, not to mention, today's society, today's China, is not a turbulent era of war and chaos, he only needs to change slowly, subtly to make them adapt, until he has the ability to change all this, a few years and decades later, suddenly the earthlings found that cultivating the true cultivation of qi is no longer a legendary story, it is already happening around them, and at that time, it is the time when it comes to ......

Yang Ling's eyes scorched and glowed in the night, he sat up from the recliner, and with a wave of his hand, a pile of celestial star wood fragments floated in front of him.

Looking at these fragments, Yang Ling couldn't help but twitch a few times.

The explosion was really too fragmented, basically there was no one that was slightly decent, after picking and choosing, Yang Ling selected more than ten pieces of thumb-sized Tianxing Wood fragments, and as for the rest, after thinking about it, he put them into the ring again.

After looking at each of the selected pieces one by one, he picked out a relatively regular one, turned over his hand and took out the refining hammer, and after concentrating for a long time, the three light red translucent arc-shaped blades under the hammer head slowly condensed.

"Bang~"

The refining hammer smashed down gently, and the pale red blade jumped directly on the Tianxing Wood floating in the air, and then a red light flickered, only to hear a slight sound of puff, Yang Ling closed his eyes very sadly.

It's so stumbling, it's miserable.

In the flying of the blade, a piece of celestial star wood the size of a thumb was directly cut into particles and splashed out, and the flower trellis was almost overturned.

Yang Ling looked at the scattered branches and leaves around him that were smashed by the fragments of the Heavenly Star Wood, his face was dark, and after being stunned for a long time, he gritted his teeth and picked up a fragment from the stone table again, and waved the small hammer again.

Ten minutes later, Yang Ling finally compromised.

Looking at the only piece of Tianxing wood in his hand that has not been cut into powder, he can't cry and laugh, this piece is still half a finger big, but the shape is not easy to say, it is very artificially carved and natural, and I can't see the original intention of the creator at all.

Yang Ling sighed and threw the strange-shaped bead into the grass, looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, and tears were about to come out.

Could it be that Lao Tzu really doesn't have the talent for refining weapons, and now that the Divine Yuan Realm is complete, he can't even get a bead.

It would be nice to have a lathe, but unfortunately there is not a single lathe on earth that moves the sky.

It's better not to waste materials first, the Tianxing wood fragment is also a treasure, with one less piece, it will not be easy to find it in the future, so he jumped down from the rocking chair, looked at the few wooden sticks thrown on the ground, grabbed one casually, and then waved the refining hammer, crackling a burst of red light flashed, and the wooden stick was cut into twenty or thirty knots and floated in the air.

An hour later, several sticks on the ground had turned into sawdust, and on the stone table, a dozen or so fist-sized or egg-sized pimple wooden balls were slowly placed.

Again!

Yang Ling picked up a wooden ball and waved the small hammer calmly.

After a while, the wooden ball lost weight again, and its appearance was still miserable, completely polyhedral shape.

Go on!

Half a minute later, the ball was only the size of a pigeon's egg, and it looked much more like Zhou Zheng, but it was still a world away from the ball.

Another hour passed, and on the table were a dozen quasi-round spheres that looked different in size, but did look a little like beads.

Yang Ling stared at these small wooden balls for a while, and swept them to the ground with a wave of his hand, it seems that there is still a long way to go to achieve the meticulous refining technique of Old Man Xian, and there are very strict requirements for the accuracy of divine consciousness, the control of divine soul power, the grasp of shape, and the prediction of materials.

Alas~!

It seems that he is still too eager for quick success.

No wonder Old Man Xian started to learn from repairing the house and making the coffin, not only because the refining materials are precious, but the grasp of the details is really difficult to control, first big and then small, first easy and then difficult, it seems that I will also repair the house first.

Where is the best place to fix a house?

Of course, it's a mining star, there are not only many stones there, but no matter how ugly they are, no one will see them again. (To be continued.) )