Next, Zhang Xing knocked on the short sword. With a dissatisfied expression on his face, he casually threw it into a pile of materials.
Then, he waved his hand and summoned hundreds of refining materials, throwing them all into the furnace.
He added two more points to the fire.
He walked to the furnace and patted the lid.
A buzzing sound was heard!
Three pills flew out of the furnace.
It was still a level-five Bottleneck-breaking Pill. Whether it was the color or the aura, it was several times stronger than the one just now.
"Yes!
A level-five Bottleneck-breaking Pill, not bad! "
…
The big shots outside the door were all dumbfounded.
It was an eye-opener for them. They had lived for nearly three hundred years, but this was the first time they had seen this kind of …
Yes, this kind of comprehensive refining method.
This was doing three things at once. No, it was far more terrifying than that.
Because he was refining different things.
Refining weapons, refining pills, and setting up arrays!
This efficiency, this success rate, it was 100%!
The middle-grade pill was suddenly raised to supreme-grade, and he snapped his fingers.
Brother, you're not a devil, you're a god!
These Palace Masters more or less knew how to refine pills and set up arrays.
Most of them were at level five or six.
They knew the difficulty.
Not to mention multitasking, even if they were to concentrate wholeheartedly, they couldn't guarantee that they could succeed every time.
And it would be physically and mentally exhausting. They would be overjoyed if they could produce a pill or refine a satisfactory weapon.
But Zhang Xing played with these things as easily as eating and drinking.
This set of flowing-like techniques was really f * cking awesome.
If they could ask Zhang Xing to refine pills and refine weapons for the mountain gate …
In a few years, everyone in the mountain gate would have a level-five venerable weapon, and level-five pills in their pockets would be as many as jelly beans.
Their overall strength would soar, surpassing all the first-rate forces in the south in one fell swoop.
They might even be able to squeeze into the super-first-rate forces.
But they could only think about it.
First of all, Zhang Xing might not be willing to consume spiritual energy to serve them.
Second of all, the mountain gate didn't have so many materials.
Zhang Xing practiced for a while and trained all kinds of auxiliary skills to the middle of level-six.
He found that he couldn't improve anymore.
He knew that this was because he didn't have enough knowledge.
He helplessly stopped and removed the defensive array of the hall.
"Eh?
Why are you all here? "
As soon as the formation was removed, Zhang Xing noticed the crowd outside the door and asked curiously.
"This … We're fine. We just wanted to come and take a look."
Ru Clan's Grand Ancestor Ru Dagang said.
"I was just passing by. I saw that they were all here, so I came over."
The Feng Family Patriarch said awkwardly.
"I came because I heard the commotion."
"Me too …"
Everyone began to make up excuses.
"Really?"
Zhang Xing had a look of disbelief on his face as he swept his gaze over them.
His place had almost become a forbidden area. None of the Palace Masters were willing to come here, for fear that they would be blackmailed by Zhang Xing.
Although he couldn't figure out what they were here for, he still couldn't figure out.
But judging from their expressions, it was definitely not a good thing.
It was better to scare them.
"Palace Lords, are you worried that I don't have enough materials, so you're here to see if you can help?"
"Normally, I would be too embarrassed to ask, but for the honor of the sect."
"Everyone, can you extend your little hands that have made a fortune and help me?"
As soon as Zhang Xing finished speaking, the faces of everyone, including Mo Caiyi, darkened at the same time.
Not good!
This kid is scheming against us again.
Hurry up and run!
"That … I forgot to boil water at home. I have to go back and take a look. Don't let the pot dry."
"I'm going to teach my personal disciples today. They must be waiting anxiously."
"…"
In less than ten seconds, the dozen or so big shots and their disciples all ran away.