Murong Ningyue was unwilling to give up and said to the old man: "There is another thing I rarely mention to others. In fact, I have excellent talent in refining weapons, but I have never received guidance from famous teachers. So I am still just a first-grade refining weapon. As long as the Master of the Artifact Saint is willing to guide me, I will definitely not embarrass him in the future!"

What Murong Ningyue said is actually true. She is already very talented in refining weapons, and of course she is also very talented in qi. Most masters love talents very much. In this way, the old man may introduce himself to the weapon.

But after hearing Murong Ningyue say it, the old man suddenly said with a righteous expression: "Is there talent? Do you know what talent is?"

After hearing the old man's words, Murong Ningyue subconsciously replied: "Talent is born talent. Some people do things faster and better than others. This should be talent, right?"

When the old man heard this, he immediately said angrily: "Fuck! You don't understand what talent is at all!"

Seeing the old man's reaction so much, Murong Ningyue suddenly became angry: "Then tell me what talent is called?"

The old man finally took a breath and looked at Murong Ningyue and said, "Do you really want to see the saint of the weapon?"

Murong Ningyue nodded after hearing the old man say this, and at the same time she was immediately happy. Could it be that the old man figured out that he wanted to take him to see the weapon saint?

"Okay! I will give you a chance. If you can beat this piece of iron hammer to the size of a finger, I will take you to see the weapon saint!"

After saying that, the old man pointed to a piece of iron as big as a human head in the corner. Murong Ningyue thought to himself that although the nails were a little small, he could just use the extreme warm fire to refine them with his cultivation. He nodded and agreed immediately.

But the old man then added: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that you must not use any spiritual power during the polishing process, you can only use my sledgehammer!"

Murong Ningyue was stunned when she heard this. In the past, she used flames every time she refined these materials. Although it consumed a lot of spiritual power, it was still very convenient. As for this artificial method, she had never tried it.

Seeing Murong Ningyue's face hesitation, the old man couldn't help but sarcastically said, "What? Are you afraid? That's right, of course your daughter's family can't do dirty work that only men like us can do. You'd better leave as soon as possible to prevent my room from dirtying your delicate body!"

Murong Ningyue's arrogance suddenly surged up after the old man said this. Why can't I do what you men can do?

Murong Ningyue didn't say anything nonsense, so she picked up the iron piece and put it in the stove, and then ran to the back of the stove to pull the bellows.

The old man saw Murong Ningyue's actions and just smiled contemptuously. In his opinion, Murong Ningyue was just a momentary aura and couldn't hold on for long.

When the iron block was burning red, Murong Ningyue took out the iron block and placed it on the anvil. While fixing it with a clip to make the iron block, she raised the sledgehammer and started to hit it.

At the beginning, Murong Ningyue's movements were very irregular, and she could not knock the right position, and often smashed the iron blocks in a crooked manner. However, Murong Ningyue's learning ability was amazing. After adapting to it, Murong Ningyue's movements suddenly became proficient.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The iron hammer hit the red iron block again and again, as if it was a wonderful music. Murong Ningyue gradually became immersed in this feeling, and she did not notice it until the sun was getting darker.
Chapter completed!