Mu Hua's refining technique is very exquisite. One by one, the palm prints fell on the teleportation socks, and the teleportation socks were radiant. All the silk threads seemed to dance in the fire, stretching and tightening one by one.

Looking at Mu Hua's weapon refining techniques, even Mei Luo, a person who had been refining weapons for most of his life, couldn't help but stand up from the bamboo chair with excitement.

"Wonderful! I am worthy of being Mr. Muhua!"

"Why didn't I think about stretching the silk out first instead of spreading it all?"

"God! What a monster you are? How could you think of using spiritual slurry to refine weapons!"

As we all know, the syrup is used to refine medicine!

The medicinal materials and refining materials have always been clearly distinguished. It is thought that Mu Hua could actually put the things used to refine medicine into the things used to refine weapons!

The layman Yun Qingyu and other lay people could not understand Mei Luo's inner excitement. They just watched from the side, watching the young man in silver-haired ink robe making one cumbersome and smooth palm print after another at the teleportation socks.

Looking at Mu Hua's hands in the spiritual fire, it seemed as if he had been reborn from the fire in the fire, and gradually shone with a bright light.

In the dark red firelight, Mu Hua made complicated palm prints with his palms, washing away the dew of the tenth-level spiritual weapon bit by bit. His handsome face still had no expression, and his pair of silver eyes that captured the soul were focused and serious.

A head of silver hair flies with the wind, and stars appear to be flashing under the sunlight, and the ink robe is automatically without wind, like an emperor in the dark night, and is as noble and mysterious as an emperor, and is unparalleled in the world.

Soon, in the dull eyes of everyone, Mu Hua put away the spiritual fire and said in a flash: "Yuan, water."

Yun Qingyu then came to his senses from Mu Hua's movements of flowing water, and then condensed the water spiritual power and poured towards the fire ball floating in Mu Hua's palm.

The spiritual water instantly extinguished the spirit fire, and a pair of socks as thin as cicadas and as white as snow floated in Mu Hua's palm. Mu Hua's already snow-white face was even more pale at this moment, with sweat beads slapped on his forehead and tired eyes. It was obviously a way to consume too much mental power.

"Mu Hua, are you okay?" Yun Qingyu immediately took out a magic replenishing pill from the storage ring. The magic replenishing pill is a pill used to quickly replenish mental power, and can only be refined by a pharmacist above the seventh grade.

Mu Hua took the God-Replenishing Pill and took it quickly, handed the teleportation socks to Mei Luo, and then crossed his legs to refine the pill.

After Mei Luo took the teleportation socks, his whole body looked dazed. He never thought that one day, the spiritual weapon left to him by his master could be repaired.

Even at the beginning, he bet with Yun Qingyu and the others, he was holding on to his idea of ​​winning. And he asked Mu Hua to try it, but he only had a little luck, thinking that he couldn't fix it anyway, so he might as well let them give it a try.

If you really can't practice well, you can still get a few tenth-level spiritual weapons.

But--

He never expected that the teleportation socks left by his master would one day be repaired. He excitedly held the teleportation socks in his palm, and a pair of scattered foxes seemed to have a water light floating in their eyes.

"Thank you. I will give you the Thunder Tower." Mei Luo put away the teleportation socks, his eyes full of seriousness.

"But, after giving it to you, whether you can use it depends on your ability."
Chapter completed!