Ling Chuxi did not dare to be greedy because just cutting off this corner of the meteoric metal took up so much time and energy. It was naturally more difficult to melt and temper it. If it were any other day, it would not matter even if it took a year or two, but right now, where was the time for her to waste?
Time passed quickly. At some point, the Golden setting sun had already set below the sea, and a bright moon rose, casting tens of thousands of silver rays on the sea.
"Meng Zheng, does everyone in the small realm heaven have to learn how to forge artifacts?"
"Yes."
"Then you also learned it?"
"Oh."
"I have to practice martial arts, body techniques, and even weapon forging?"
"Ah," he said.
"Then your armament refining skills must not be that good. Do you think you are Chuxi, learning so many things at once?"
"Uh ..."
In the main hall, LAN Xinyu was chatting with Meng Zheng. Or rather, LAN Xinyu was chatting while Meng Zheng was listening.
"Let me tell you, not everyone has her kind of talent. For ordinary cultivators, it's best to specialize in one field. Otherwise, if they try to do something here and there, they will definitely achieve nothing in the end. "Look at me. Although my master is an array master and he also thinks that I have a lot of wisdom, I still resolutely gave up on arrays for the sake of practicing martial arts techniques. I advise you to ..." LAN Xinyu did not notice the frustration on Meng Zheng's face at all as she continued to lecture him.
... Meng Zheng stood up and left.
"Hey, where are you going?" LAN Xinyu shouted.
She had been bored for a long time and finally found someone to chat with when this guy walked out of the room. He had only spoken a few words and he wanted to leave again.
"Let's go back to our room and cultivate," Meng Tian didn't even turn his head as he spoke in a muffled voice.
"Do you think it's fun to chat with you? if I wasn't so bored, I wouldn't even bother with you." LAN Xinyu rolled her eyes at Meng Zheng's back and mumbled in dissatisfaction.
"By the way, Wu Xie, you ..." LAN Xinyu looked at Wu Xie again.
"I'm going back to my room to cultivate. " Without waiting for LAN Xinyu to finish speaking, Wu Xie jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and fled towards the room.
At that moment, the door opened and Ling Chuxi's figure appeared at the door once again. Meng Zheng and Wu Xie also stopped in their tracks subconsciously.
"Chuxi, are you done?" LAN Xinyu was no longer in the mood to chat and went up to him excitedly.
"It's done," Ling Chuxi nodded and stretched out her palm, revealing a black stone about the size of a fist.
"Only this much? You used ten hours and only managed to cut off this little bit. " LAN Xinyu asked, puzzled.
"Yes." Ling Chuxi nodded her head. If it wasn't for the fact that she had the frost Heart Flame of the sixth level, the special grade monarch vitality pill that constantly replenished her vital energy, and the spirit Recovery pill that constantly replenished her divine sense, she wouldn't be able to cut down this piece of meteoric metal even if she spent five days, five months, or even five years, let alone ten hours.
"Is this little bit enough?" LAN Xinyu asked.
Not only LAN Xinyu, but uncle Ling, Meng Zheng, Wu Xie, and the others also had suspicious looks on their faces. Previously, they had heard from LAN Xinyu that Ling Chuxi had a very magical meteoric metal that could greatly enhance the defense of the star Shuttle. They were both curious and looking forward to it. However, after waiting for ten hours, Ling Chuxi finally took out a pitch-black stone that was not even the size of a fist.
Compared to the cloud piercing shuttle and the Azure cloud shuttle, the Stardust shuttle couldn't even be considered a small-sized flying spirit tool. It could only be considered a miniature flying spirit tool. However, to an ordinary person, it was still considered a Colossus. They found it very difficult to believe that such a small rock could bring about such a great increase in its defensive power.
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