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"Hurry up and get lost and refine my magical equipment!" Looking at the fatty's indifferent expression, Sun Wukong said angrily.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll go now, I'll go now." When the fatty heard this, he felt helpless towards Sun Wukong. He was obviously his master, but why did it seem like the opposite was true? It was as if Sun Wukong was his master.

Where did your disciple ever find the time to drink with your master? The fatty was also speechless. He was truly envious of his fellow apprentices. Although the disciples he took in didn't have as good of a physique as the disciples he took in, they all obeyed his master's words very well.

There was no one like Sun Wukong, who had an arrogant and domineering attitude, as if he owed Sun Wukong something.

However, even though the fatty dared to think like this, he didn't dare show it on the surface. He was afraid that Sun Wukong would tell his Sect Leader Senior Brother about his fake illness.

At the same time, he also cursed Sun Wukong in his heart, "Sun Wukong, I'll let you be arrogant for a few days first. Don't let me catch you red-handed. Otherwise, I'll definitely serve you well. Hehehe ?"

However, the truth was like this. No matter what happened to the fatty, he would not be able to catch Sun Wukong's weakness. At this moment, he could only run off to his own secret technique to refine the sealed treasure armor for Sun Wukong.

Seeing that, Sun Wukong immediately laughed out loud, "Hahaha ?" Master, Master, you can't blame me for this, you asked for it! "

This was because back in Grand Hall, every hall was built according to the rules of the Grand Hall. Thus, at this moment, the marten cicada did not return with Sun Wukong and the rest and instead followed its master back to the Grand Hall.

Thus, at this moment, only Sun Wukong remained in the Enlightenment Hall. Although he had the guidance of this old man when he was training outside, for the most part, this old man had not been by his side.

Sun Wukong had been training by himself the entire time. Therefore, even if Sun Wukong's voice was the only one remaining in the hall, Sun Wukong would still feel lonely.

It was a habit of going solo anyway, so what was there to worry about?

However, Sun Wukong immediately felt bored. Why was he standing there like a fool, waiting for Fatty to refine some magical equipment for him?

The Sect Leader had just said that there was only ten years left. Cultivate well.

This was because when Sun Wukong heard about the Star Domain, he was also very curious. What was there in the Star Domain? According to the Sect Leader, there were many more powerful sects in the Star Domain compared to the three star caves.

Moreover, Sun Wukong vaguely remembered that in a small house a few years ago, when he had lost his cultivation, the voices of Mo Xiaozi and Elder Liu appeared in his mind once more.

Old Liu had said that if he started cultivating again, he could go to the Heaven Suppressing Star Sect in the Star Domain to look for him.

After which, Sun Wukong took out the token Elder Liu had given him from his interspatial ring. He looked at the name written in large, domineering characters, 'Heaven Suppressing Sect'.

Afterwards, Sun Wukong fell into a state of deep meditation. However, Sun Wukong soon went back to his room. Rather than thinking this way, he might as well spend more time cultivating.

The Sect Leader also said the same thing. Only the top 20 have the right to enter the star field.

Since the competition was already so intense, why couldn't he hurry up and make the best use of his time to cultivate?

Ten years was a long time, and for ordinary people, it was a long time because within ten years, they could do a lot of things. However, ten years might be short, but for cultivators, it was a short time.

Thus, the current Sun Wukong did not dare to slack off.

Cultivate well.

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Immediately after, Sun Wukong closed his door and began to slowly cultivate. During this period, the marten cicada would occasionally come to Sun Wukong's room to talk to him. If that was the case, Sun Wukong wouldn't be able to properly cultivate.

However, this time, mink cicadas continuously passed by, minute by minute. For a month, the mink cicada did not come to find Sun Wukong even once.

At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly remembered that the marten cicada was also its direct disciple and that she had to train as well. Even if she did not want to cultivate, she wanted to talk to Sun Wukong.

Therefore, this was also the reason why the marten cicada didn't come to find Sun Wukong even once for a month.

However, at this time, Sun Wukong also felt that it was very strange. Last time, his master had helped him refine the stick after a month had passed, but this time, after a month had passed, Sun Wukong didn't hide in a secret technique.

"Could it be that my master was hiding in a secret room and wasn't refining any magical equipment for me, but rather slacking off?" Sun Wukong made a guess.

However, Sun Wukong didn't think too much about it. If his master didn't even want to help him refine the magic treasure, then what was the use of thinking so much about it? He might as well cultivate properly.

After that, Sun Wukong no longer thought about anything else as he quietly circulated his Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth in the room. The five high-grade immortal arts frantically absorbed the external world's true energy and entered his body.

Within his Dantian, the largest Demonic Core that occupied the middle was rapidly circulating. On the other side, the five golden cores surrounding the beast cores also began to rapidly revolve. They absorbed the true energy that Sun Wukong had absorbed from the outside world and continuously breathed in and refined them.

Slowly, another half a month passed by.

On this day, the door to the secret technique that Fatty had entered for two months was kicked open once again.

His clothes were more than half torn, and he had a sloppy-looking look on his face. Adding to that, his face was filled with stubble, and it seemed like he had not slept for a few years; his pitch-black panda eyes were bloodshot, as if he was a beggar who had been starving for many years and had not eaten at all. Moreover, traces of blood could still be seen at the corner of Fatty's mouth.

No, he shouldn't be called a beggar. How could a beggar have such a big body? Even if you pretended to be a beggar and begged on the streets, no one would pity you. The way you eat is even fatter than I am. How can it be possible for you to say that you don't have the money to eat?

Immediately, the fatty, without caring about how he looked, shouted towards Sun Wukong's room once again with an aggressive look.

"That what!" "Disciple, come out. Your armor is ready." The fatty's voice carried a hint of hoarseness as he shouted towards Sun Wukong's room.

At this moment, within Sun Wukong's room, he was still meditating. When he heard the loud shouting of the fatty outside his room, he immediately stopped cultivating.

At this moment, Sun Wukong opened the door and walked out. When he raised his head and saw the fatty's sloppy and sloppy appearance, he was shocked and quickly asked, "Pfft ? about that, Master, you couldn't have been beaten up by someone, right?"

"Scram!" You were the one who got beaten up. If I didn't help you refine your magical equipment, would I have ended up like this? " Hearing Sun Wukong's cancellation, the fatty shouted angrily.

Master, why did you take two months this time? I remember that the last time you did it, it took a month? Did you slack off? " Sun Wukong immediately stopped laughing when he heard the fatty say that he had forged a magical equipment for him. He then asked the fatty about his suspicions.

Last time, because I was lucky, I was able to succeed on my first try. This time, I was able to create such a scene because during my first attempt, I lost concentration and caused the refined magical equipment to explode. Hearing Sun Wukong's words, the fatty was immediately angered, and he angrily said, "Forging Magic Treasures for you is one thing, but you actually think you're too slow. Do you think refining Magic Treasures is a simple matter, or do you think that the success rate is one hundred percent?"

After listening to the fatty's explanation, Sun Wukong finally understood something. It turned out that the fatty had not managed to master a magic treasure within a month like last time. Instead, he had failed once during the process of refining a magic treasure.

This was also the reason why the fatty had a sloppy and sloppy appearance for two months, and walked out of the secret refining room in a threatening manner.

"Alright, Master, I don't know. That's why I'm asking you this question. Think about it, Sect Leader Martial Uncle already said that in the entire Tristar Crescent Moon Tristar Cave, you are the best at crafting magical equipment. I thought you had a 100% success rate." I never thought that you would fail, Master. " Sun Wukong fawned for a moment and fawned on the fatty as he spoke.

"Humph!" "Speaking of which, you are right. Out of the ten Dharma treasures that I, Hong Zhongtian, have forged, only one or two of them will fail." At this time, the fatty, who was listening to Sun Wukong's flattery, suddenly became complacent for a moment. With a haughty and aloof attitude, he replied Sun Wukong.

"Look, that's why I said, I never thought that you, Master, would fail." Seeing this, Sun Wukong flattered him.

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me here. Try it, this is your armor." As he heard Sun Wukong's words, he knew that Sun Wukong was just flattering him. However, even though he knew that Sun Wukong was only trying to curry favor with him, the fatty was still very happy in his heart.

As he spoke, an azure light flashed in the fatty's hand, and a fully azure treasure armor that had traces of patterns engraved on it appeared in the fatty's hand.

The fat man explained as he handed the armor to Sun Wukong, "This armor is also a low-grade immortal equipment. Although it doesn't have the same advantage as last time, defensive magical equipment are usually slightly lower ranked and can defend against attacks."

"This piece of low grade immortal armor can also be lower than the attack of intermediate grade immortal weapons."

"Because of the materials added to this armor, I call it the Scarlet Whistling Dragon's Turtle Armor!"

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