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Wang Zhen looked up and saw the embarrassed young cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Cultivating Stage. He was crying tears of joy as he held the flying sword in his hand, revealing a knowing smile.

Unfortunately, the actions of Wang Zhen's group of four attracted the attention of some cultivators who were passing by.

A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Cultivating Stage took out a low-grade magic tool that looked like an axe and asked with a low voice, "Fellow cultivator, can you take a look at this magic tool of mine? Is there still any chance of successfully repairing it?"

Wang Shi looked at the good-natured big man and the long axe he handed out, and laughed: "Fellow Taoist, I am helping this Taoist to repair magic tools, and I have listened to the will of the heavens, but I cannot guarantee that I can completely repair this long axe of yours, are you willing to use this long axe of yours to try my cutting techniques?"

"Of course I do, of course I do." The big man nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He said in a muffled voice, "I, the big man, am a coarse person. I was curious just now and saw with my own eyes Fellow Daoist's godly smelting techniques."

The big man raised his right hand and pointed at the sky just like Wang Zhen did.

"Master, you just need to do it in such a simple manner. This fellow cultivator's flying swords, which are already full of cracks, seem to have been reborn. They are glowing with vitality and emitting a dazzling aura of spiritual energy. It is truly a godly technique."

"Master, I, Da Python, am a sincere person. If I know of a low grade magic tool, it would be worth at least a hundred low grade immortal stones. Master, I, Da Python, am a rogue cultivator. I only have these fifteen low grade immortal stones.

"Master!"

"Stop!"

Wang Zhen quickly waved his hand to stop the python from continuing to speak, his face revealed a look of reluctance, and said: "Fellow cultivator, since you have already said that, even if I am not strong enough, I will do my best to help you restore this axe."

"However, this humble one will speak first. I am not completely sure. Are you willing to completely repair this low-grade magic tool that is about to be scrapped? "

The Great Python nodded its head firmly and said, "Great Master, these are fifteen low grade immortal stones. You can go ahead. The Great Python will definitely trust Great Master."

"Alright!"

Wang Zhen shouted loudly and in high spirits, "Since this Fellow Daoist trusts me so much, I will not disappoint you."

In fact, although Wang Zhen pretended to be reluctant, his heart was already bursting with joy.

The young cultivator who had just helped the distressed cultivator at the 7th level successfully increased the quality of the flying sword by 2, excluding the two pieces of low grade immortal stones that were wasted in the first failure, and the final four pieces of low grade immortal stones that were used again. He only had four low grade immortal stones left, which he easily dropped into his pocket.

"Daoist friend, give me your magic tool."

Wang Zhen received the axe and fifteen low quality immortal stones from the python. He put the fifteen low quality immortal stones into his bag of holding without any hesitation.

With his experience, as long as he succeeded with the low grade magic tool Long Axe and + 2 essence, with the best luck, he would be able to obtain a total of 11 low grade immortal stones.

"Ding!"

Under the python's fervent gaze, Wang Zhen held the low-grade magic tool, the long axe, in front of him. With a flick of his mind, the screen appeared once more.

After placing the low-grade magic tool, the long axe, into the space of the Pure Equipment, Wang Zhen did the same as before. He did not immediately begin to use his Essence. After all, in the eyes of an outsider, the restoration tool's speed was way too astonishing.

A quarter of an hour slowly passed. Wang Zhen was still staring at the low rank magic tool axe in front of him without moving. The thoughts in his mind had long since flown beyond the nine heavens and he was weaving a training plan for the next ten years, hoping to defeat Cheng Feng in the smelting competition ten years from now.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn quietly slipped past his fingers like a stream of water, Wang Zhen finally woke up. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the large python eagerly watching his every move, hoping to witness the revival of his magic tool.

Ding!

Wang Zhen pointed at the air with his right hand. The word "Essence", which appeared bright, instantly turned gray. At the same time, a few seconds slowly passed.

"Essence of success!"

"Ha ha!"

A carefree smile emerged on Wang Zhen's face. His luck was indeed very good. Although + 1 had a 50% chance of success, it still had a 50% chance of failure.

As for the lower tier magic tool, the axe, after it had been refined + 1, the cracks on its surface had already disappeared. A faint aura of spirit energy began to appear on its surface.

This time, Wang Zhen did not directly start to turn pure under the effect of the low grade magic tool, Long Axe + 1. Instead, he had borrowed the low-grade flying sword essence that he had borrowed from Feng Kun and used in turn!

"Essence failed, so the level of the equipment won't change."

"He really failed!"

When Wang Zhen saw the failure on the screen, not only did he not show any sign of depression, but instead, he showed an expression as if he had expected it.

Once again, he placed the python's lower tier magic tool, the long axe, into the space where the equipment was located. When the word 'essence' changed to a 'bright' state, Wang Zhen decisively clicked on the word 'essence'.

Ding!

"Essence of success!"

Wang Zhen looked at it with satisfaction. On the screen of light, there were four large green words. Feeling elated, he waved his right hand and the low-grade magic tool, the long axe, flew back into the giant python's palm.

"Fellow Daoist, fortunately you didn't fail your mission."

The great python grasped the low-grade magic tool in its hand, feeling that it was controlling the power of thunder and lightning with its two hands. He couldn't help but shout back at the sky, "Good, that's amazing!"

"Grand Master, you're really a great master craftsman. The python can't thank you enough, it can't thank you enough."

The python wielded the axe in one hand and lightly waved it. In the air, a series of sharp whistling sounds of space being torn apart sounded out.

"Good!" That's great, he's even stronger than when he got the big python. "

The python seemed to forget itself as it waved the low-grade magic tool in its hand, feeling indescribably excited. This must be hard on Wang Zhen. With a loud roar from the python, some of the rogue cultivators nearby threw their attention towards the python and started to ask.

"Is there some treasure here?" Why is this fellow daoist so excited? "

"Excuse me, why is this boorish fellow so excited? Is it because of the low grade magic tool axe in his hand? It doesn't seem like it's worth to get carried away like this, right? "

A few unknown low level cultivators were attracted by the clamorous atmosphere and swarmed over, wanting to see what was going on.

At this moment, those who had the privilege of witnessing Wang Zhen's successful purification of two low-grade magic tools that were on the verge of being scrapped all revealed an expression of admiration as they clicked their tongues in wonder and exclaimed, "Master, a great master of the art of smelting!"

"Are you sick? How could a mere cultivator at the eighth level be worthy of the title of a master smelter of his generation? I think your brain was pretty much crushed by the door. "

It was obvious that there were people who did not believe this man's praise for Wang Zhen and refuted him.

"Pui!" Your brain has just been pinched by the door, you don't even know the actual situation, and yet you're refuting it right here. You're truly detestable. "

"Go ask this boorish Fellow Daoist, and that young rogue cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Cultivating Stage. Can this Fellow Daoist be worthy of the title of Master Slicer of the previous generation?"

"What is it? Could there be another story behind this? "

"Humph!" Your attitude seems pretty good. If you have a low-grade magic tool that is on the verge of being scrapped and you don't have immortal stones to buy it, I suggest that you give your magic tool to this master to test it out? "

"Perhaps, you only need a dozen or so low grade immortal stones to return a complete and undamaged lower grade magic tool. Then, you will be able to earn big time. Could it be that this Fellow Daoist is not a great master of the art of smelting?"

The person who questioned him before couldn't help but mock in his heart, "A mere disciple at the eighth level of the Refinement Realm is worthy of the title of Master of Smelting. It's simply an insult to the name of Master of Smelting."

Suddenly!

A thought flashed through his head and he quickly grasped the last few words: If you have a low quality magic tool that is on the verge of being wasted, you only need a dozen or so low quality immortal stones, and this master will be able to exchange for a complete low quality magic tool.

"Master!" "F * ck, a low-grade magic tool is a waste, but I've never heard of anyone willing to spend their energy to repair a low-grade magic tool. With this spirit, it would be better to just directly refine a low-grade magic tool."

"Master, Master, I'm willing to offer you 30 low grade immortal stones. Please help me repair my magical equipment."