Chapter 109 Bibi Dong's obsession with magic weapons
After listening to the young master's words, Zhuo Shan and the others smacked their lips. If this were the case, the power of Douluo Continent was really incredible.
Thinking of the Haotian Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Family, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect...
Zhuo Shan glared again: "Master, then..."
"Xiaoshan, there is no need to continue."
Wang Quan Wumu stopped Zhuo Shan beside him and signaled him that there was no need to continue. After all, this was the tradition of Douluo Continent. It seemed like pure love, but in fact it was mixed with many unspeakable secrets.
Zhuo Shan nodded slightly, looked at the game on the field, and then began to think, why do they want to marry in this way, is it just for the purest bloodline of the family?
Ning Fengzhi walked over at this time, looked at the game on the field, and asked softly: "Wu Mu, who do you think will win this game?"
Wang Quan Wu Mu smiled and replied, "No one can tell until the last step. Besides, there is a saying that goes, only in desperate situations can one be reborn."
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi remained silent, raised his head and continued to look at his daughter. After all, his daughter was still in Shrek Academy. If she failed, the reputation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be damaged.
Time passed by minute by second, and the battle in the field had reached a critical moment. The Netherworld White Tiger of Shrek Academy actually gave birth to wings under the pressure.
"Is this the rebirth of despair?" Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth slightly, looking at the Netherworld White Tiger soaring freely in the air like an eagle, and couldn't help but praise it a few words. It seems that what Xiao Wumu said is true.
In absolute despair, miracles will surely happen again.
Finally, on the playing field, Shrek Academy used its martial soul fusion technique and finally ended the Star Luo Royal Academy.
Everyone at Shrek Academy was extremely happy. This victory over Xingluo Royal School not only allowed them to successfully advance, but also allowed them to avenge Boss Dai and Zhu Zhuqing.
After this competition, I'm afraid Davis and the others will be punished. Whether they can survive depends on their luck.
After all, the Xing Luo Empire respects the strong, and the weak have no right to survive at all. They will not allow a loser to become their emperor. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak.
Wang Quan Wumu stood up and said, "Since today's written test is over, let's go back."
"okay."
Sister Yu and the others also stood up and followed the young master away.
Bibi Dong looked at Wang Quan Wumu's departing back, exhaled deeply, and murmured, "How exactly is the magic weapon made..."
In the past few days, Bibi Dong has been studying how to refine magic weapons. However, the difficulty of the method of refining magic weapons is beyond her expectations. In fact, she realized the difficulty of the matter when she came into contact with it.
The soul power threads inside are like the meridians in the human body, chaotic and complicated, and some places even have special tempering methods, which makes the strong men of the Spirit Hall miserable.
It’s not that they don’t want to, but they have no way to temper it. The current tempering methods give them a splitting headache, or even say that there is no possibility at all.
Bibi Dong asked with a sidelong glance: "Have you figured out the method for refining magic weapons?"
Ju Douluo touched his nose awkwardly, walked forward, bowed and said: "Reporting to His Holiness the Pope, so far, the strong men of my Spirit Hall have not found any useful clues. I am afraid... only Wang Quan Wu Mu knows."
“Is it possible that in such a huge Wuhun City, there isn’t even a genius who can refine magic weapons?!” Bibi Dong’s tone was somewhat indifferent, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes, as if she wanted to slap these pieces of trash to death with one slap.
Ju Douluo was also frightened and trembling all over: "Your Holiness, it's not that we don't want to, but we have no choice... The method of refining magic weapons is really unimaginable, and... we are already working hard to crack it..."
"According to the current speed, it will take longer to crack the magic weapon..."
"How long will it take?" Bibi Dong asked with raised eyebrows.
"Three hundred years... It will probably take even longer to decipher the complicated meridians and make it."
Listening to Ju Douluo's explanation, Bibi Dong was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes. He could only hold the scepter tightly in his hand, bit his lips lightly and said, "You guys go down. I will go to meet the little guy Wang Quan Wu Mu in person."
Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other, then turned around and left silently.
After waiting for the game to end, Bibi Dong personally went to the room where Wang Quan Wumu was.
At this time, Wang Quan Wumu was tasting tea. After seeing the sudden appearance of the Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong, his face did not show much emotion, as if he had already expected Bibi Dong to appear here.
"Your Holiness the Pope, why are you here so late and not sleeping?"
Wang Quan Wumu stood up, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and poured a cup of tea for Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong sat on the chair, picked up the teacup on the table and said lightly: "Your Majesty Wu Mu, I came here today for an important matter, and I hope you can help me solve it."
"After the matter is done, I can give you anything you want, including the spirit rings and spirit bones of the Spirit Hall."
Wang Quan Wu Mu took a sip of tea and said, "Your Holiness the Pope, you came here this time, probably for the magic weapon, right?"
"Sure enough, dealing with smart people is so easy." Seeing that Wang Quan Wumu already knew the purpose of his coming here, Bibi Dong did not continue to drag it out and went straight to the point.
"Brother Wu Mu, I can promise you that the Spirit Hall will help you build your home, and whatever you need, the Spirit Hall can satisfy you. How do you think?"
Bibi Dong looked at Wang Quan Wumu in front of her with some expectation. As long as he could teach her the method of making his treasure, he would become a friend of the Spirit Hall.
Wang Quan Wumu raised his head and looked into Bibi Dong's starry eyes, and said lightly: "I can't give you the production method, but I can sell some magic weapons of the Spirit Hall. What do you think?"
"This……"
Bibi Dong frowned slightly, with a somewhat strange look on her face. What she wanted was the entire steps and process of refining the magic weapon, not just a few simple magic weapons.
"Is there no possibility of negotiation between us?"
Bibi Dong's tone was somewhat solemn.
Wang Quan Wumu shook his head. "The method of making magic weapons is extremely important. If His Holiness the Pope really wants it, I really can't give it to you. Similarly, if I ask you to crack the method of refining magic weapons, it will take at least ten thousand years with the current level of technology in Douluo Continent."
(End of this chapter)