Murong Wanwan paused, came back and turned around, looked at Cheng Buzheng, and said:

"What's wrong with Husband? Is there anything wrong?"

"I almost forgot!"

"Not long ago, I got a piece of armor-grade rare spiritual material [Phoenix Blood Spirit Gold]. This spiritual material is very suitable for your natal magic weapon."

"Just before I leave, recast your natal magic weapon and strive to go to a higher level."

Murong Wanwan, who knew some knowledge of refining weapons, pondered for a while, and then said:

"Just one piece of A-grade rare spiritual object is not enough!"

"Yes!" Cheng Buzheng nodded:

“It’s a little worse.”

"But the Fudao Palace has also gained a lot in recent years, with a few rare spiritual objects, which are also in line with your natal magic weapon."

"There is a great opportunity to melt these rare spiritual materials into your natal magic weapon."

Immediately.

Murong Wanwan did not hesitate and directly handed over the cultivator's natal magic weapon to Cheng Buzheng.

I saw her thinking.

A warm light ejaculated from Murong Wanwan's body.

Then, she walked out without looking back.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng murmured in his heart:

"Are you so anxious to practice?"

Cheng Buzheng, who was a little confused about his wife's thoughts, did not think too much, and his eyes fell on the magic weapon floating in front of him.

Then he reached out and put Murong Wanwan's natal magic weapon into the storage bag.

Immediately afterwards.

Cheng Buzheng did not stay in the quiet room and walked out directly.

Steps are moving.

A faint glow appeared around him, and countless runes wandered in the glow.

However.

This vision only flashed for a moment.

Looking again, Fengshen's handsome Cheng Buzheng had disappeared, and an old monk in black robe appeared instead.

Not long.

An old monk appeared at the foot of Lingshan Mountain in the Immortal Palace, in the vast square.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk Fayang who had been in seclusion for half a year walked towards the street outside the square.

After a skilled process.

The old monk Fayang has disappeared in the Immortal Alliance City, and the one who appears was Master Taiyuanyi who has not seen for a long time.

Cheng Buzheng, wearing a vest of "Taiyuanyi", was sure that there were no future troubles, so he walked towards Xianyi Tianling Street.

Not long.

Cheng Buzheng had already arrived at the Fudao Hall and entered the weapon refining room of the back hall from the secret door.

He sat cross-legged on the cushion, took out the newly refined [Daoyi Ling Cauldron] and placed it on the earth's fire pillar...

A little more in the air.

The blazing earth fire gushed out from the earth fire column.

Cheng Buzheng adjusted the ground fire temperature a little and began to preheat.

Soon after.

He began to recast his natal magic weapon for his wife.

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed!

period.

The closed door of the refining room was never opened.

This day.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, had a hint of joy flashed in his eyes and said with a smile:

"Finally practiced!"

"And I didn't disappoint me."

Cheng Buzheng looked at the nameless whirlwind that conveyed a scorching breath and said secretly happily.

good.

After the recasting process, Murong Wanwan's natal magic weapon has broken through the conventional magic weapon and was promoted to the important treasure.

certainly.

In essence, it is still a magic weapon.

However, the power of magic weapons is far beyond ordinary magic weapons.

For example: the difference between top-grade magic instruments and top-grade magic instruments.

This is a work that Cheng Buzheng refined with his profound attainments in fairy art.

It is also his only few careful works.

Of course, Cheng Buzheng has invested in a variety of rare and rare spiritual materials.

otherwise.

This will not happen.

After Cheng Buzheng looked at the nameless whirlwind for a while, he stood up and walked out.
Chapter completed!