Top Master

After returning to the place where Jian Liu Jia was killed, Zhao Quan and Zhan Qingwu searched again and again. Finally, they successfully found the Spiritual Vein of Jian Liu Jia's family.    

    

Not bad. No one discovered it at the moment, so the two of them went in and busied themselves. They successfully stole another Spiritual Vein's spiritual energy to support it.    

    

Feeling the majestic and steady flow of spiritual energy, Zhan Qingwu could not help but praise, "You are really my lucky star!"    

    

Zhao Quan looked down at Zhan Qingwu's long legs wrapped in stockings. "Then why don't you give your lucky star some benefits or something? If you don't want me to move, at least lift it up and let me see!"    

    

Zhan Qingwu was very embarrassed. She waved her hand and wanted to shoot out a rainbow colored light, but in the end, she waved her hand and did not do anything.    

    

"You are a good person. You are just too much of a hooligan, a bad person!"    

    

After scolding Zhao Quan, Zhan Qingwu turned her back and did not speak. Her face was completely red.    

    

From time to time, she would be teased by Zhao Quan with words. She could not stand it and kept teasing him about that.    

    

Fortunately, Zhao Quan was only addicted to talking, and that was all. He wouldn't shamelessly continue teasing.    

    

After that, he asked Zhan Qingwu about proper business, "Oh right, I have a question. You said that these Spiritual Veins are the tombs of the ancestors. They hope to be resurrected in this way. Will it really be possible to be resurrected?"    

    

Zhan Qingwu waved her hand, "It's impossible. The ancestors of the various families have worked together to deduce this matter. It is absolutely impossible. Furthermore, since there is such a possibility, the ancestors will definitely not allow it. Now that these ancestors have been resurrected, wouldn't it mean that there is an additional wave of uncontrollable high-end combat strength? This is not something that the Ancient Clans can allow. "    

    

Zhao Quan nodded his head. If that was the case, he wouldn't have to worry about stealing it. He didn't need to worry about being chased and killed in the future.    

    

While they were chatting, Zhao Quan suddenly felt a cultivator rushing towards them, so he signaled Zhan Qingwu to turn invisible.    

    

Sure enough, after a short while, the two of them saw a cultivator rushing in with a pale face. Immediately, their faces were filled with joy.    

    

"Not bad, it seems like I was the first to discover it"    

    

This cultivator was very excited, and quickly went forward to cultivate.    

    

"Sigh... Something's not right... " Why is this spiritual energy only just enough for me to use? Why isn't it so majestic? "    

    

He was very surprised. He completely did not understand what was going on.    

    

However, he did not delve into this matter. Anyway, as long as it was enough for him to use, it would be fine. No matter how many toilet bowls there were, wouldn't there still be a hole in his butt?    

    

No matter what, he sat by the side and began cultivating.    

    

Zhao Quan called Zhan Qingwu and quietly left the place.    

    

When they left the range of the cultivator's senses, the two of them appeared in a flash. Zhan Qingwu couldn't help but giggle.    

    

"This is too interesting. I really like to see their dumbfounded expressions. I even thought that I was the first one to discover it!"    

    

Zhao Quan did not know what was the meaning of this matter and what was the point of being ridiculous. However, he still liked Zhan Qingwu to continue laughing. It would be better if she laughed more happily because as Zhan Qingwu smiled, the front of her body trembled up and down. It was very unexpected.    

    

However, Zhan Qingwu did not laugh, and then she glared at Zhao Quan shyly.    

    

She was not blind, so how could she not see Zhao Quan staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable.    

    

After leaving this place, Zhao Quan and Zhan Qingwu went to Mrs. Lu's place to rest.    

    

Mrs. Lu welcomed the two of them and then repeated the usual formalities.    

    

"Tell me which subordinate you like. I will let it roast itself."    

    

Zhao Quan and Zhan Qingwu did not know whether to laugh or cry at this kind of enthusiasm. They quickly expressed that they did not like any of her subordinates.    

    

Mrs. Lu obviously did not really want to roast her subordinates. It was a joke. If she did not say no, it would not be lively.    

    

However, it was obviously not possible to just joke and be lively. She had her own things to do, and Zhao Quan and Zhan Qingwu also had their own things to do.    

    

Thus, after chatting for a while, the three of them went to do their own things. Of course, Zhan Qingwu was always within the scope of sharing, which made Zhao Quan feel that Zhan Qingwu was always within the range of sharing. Others could leave. But they could not go too far. If they went too far, there would be no signal.    

    

Fortunately, he did not need his Wi-Fi to take the initiative to approach him. Therefore, he did not care about that much. After cultivating, he started to study the Psionic Skill that Zhan Qingwu gave him. After a careful look, he found that it was mostly about the refining method and the steps. It could be said that it was very detailed, and only lacked the guidance of a hand.    

    

However, when he looked at it in detail again, it seemed that he still did not say anything. It felt like a primary school student facing an advanced function answer. He did not even understand the addition and subtraction method of 123. What was the use of being a bookkeeper with an explanation idea and method?    

    

At this time, Zhao Quan also understood that it was no wonder that there were many Psionic Skill Refiners, but only a few Artificers. This matter was really difficult. It wasn't something that ordinary people could do as they pleased. It was very difficult.    

    

While Zhao Quan was pondering about this matter, Zhan Qingwu, who had finished cultivating, walked over and sat opposite him.    

    

"Why? Are you still thinking about becoming a weapons craftsman? I suggest you forget about it!"    

    

"Although I'm not a refiner, I know that becoming a refiner requires a lot of things. First of all, you must have Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, right? " You can count on smashing a pot into molten iron to refine spiritual energy. "That's clearly unrealistic. Refining spiritual energy requires heavenly materials and earthly treasures. All of them are good stuff!"    

    

"Secondly, if you want to refine these good things and fuse them into one, you have to have a high temperature, right? Don't think that you can just take a random coal stove and burn it for another two days. " That requires very strong flames. This also means that you need a fire-type Psionic Skill. "    

    

"Once again, you need an endless supply of spiritual energy to support the Spiritual Forces that you use to refine your weapon. Of course, you will be satisfied with this. "    

    

"Lastly, you'll need a suitable Furnace furnace, as well as an array formation to superimpose the spirit artifact. Also..."    

    

Zhan Qingwu muttered so much that it really gave Zhao Quan a headache.    

    

But besides the headache, he also felt that it was not bad. At least he could go along with these things and prepare. While preparing, he also carefully studied the Psionic Skill of this blacksmith. The existence of the Five Heavenly Human Techniques was like a general outline. Any combat Spiritual Force could allow him to quickly comprehend the key points and learn them. Then he believed that the same would happen to the artificer. They would probably be broken by the Five Celestial Arts as well.    

    

After Zhan Qingwu finished talking non-stop, she looked at Zhao Quan and said, "I have said so much to you because I want to tell you not to waste time on the matter of refining. I am thinking for your sake. Wasting time is not worth it..."    

    

Zhan Qingwu was trying to persuade him when Zhao Quan asked her, "What kind of flame is needed to refine weapons? The stronger the better?"    

    

When Zhan Qingwu heard these words, she was speechless. "Why are you still thinking about forging artifacts? So what I told you just now was all in vain? Let me tell you this. "You want to be a refiner is undoubtedly a dream. If you can really become a refiner... "I'll marry you and serve you as a concubine. Do you understand what I'm saying?"    

    

Zhao Quan nodded solemnly. "I understand. Thank you for your encouragement. I will work hard and will definitely not let you down!"    

    

Zhan Qingwu was embarrassed and anxious when she heard this. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who has expectations for you? I am telling you that it is impossible for you to become a weapons craftsman, not that I want to be your concubine!"    

    

Zhao Quan quickly stretched out his hand and gestured for Zhan Qingwu to take a seat. "Don't be agitated, don't be agitated. Isn't it just being a concubine? Look, it makes you happy."    

    

Zhan Qingwu was so depressed that she almost exploded. Who was happy? Why was this person like this?