Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

What kind of sadomasochistic Bai Yueguang, substitute little white flower, licking dog No. 1, licking dog No. 2, upright little fangirl.

The leader of the Sword-Wen Sect has a total of six direct disciples, five of whom are here.

The only person whose nickname he had never heard of was his senior brother Li Yunxiao.

Because of Lu Xingze's answer, everyone was very quiet at this moment.

Jiang Zhiyou recalled the appearance of Meng Jing and Tang Cao, and wondered in his heart who they were licking.

Feng Yuzhe looked at Lu Xingze with a strange expression.

I felt even more relieved.

Originally, he was worried that in his awakened memories, Lu Xingze would become possessed by the devil and even become the Demon Lord.

But there shouldn’t be a demon lord who loves to gossip about other people’s private affairs, right?

So Junior Brother Lu will definitely not be possessed by the devil! I began to feel relieved.

Zhuo Yue's expression brightened, and several brilliant plans popped up in his mind: "Junior brother, can you tell me in detail?"

"Um, what is a dog licker?" a voice suddenly asked.

Everyone looked over and saw Lu Wumie looking confused.

"Have we finished forging? Have we finished smelting?" Lu Xingyan interrupted the conversation: "Have we found a way to get our 120 flag-seeking rats?"

"Big geese don't gossip about these things. You guys are all doing your work. How long has the forging table been resting?"

"Ga--" the goose responded with a look of condemnation on its face.

"What are you forging?" Zhuo Yue's attention was also drawn from the gossip to the forging table.

"I'm an equipment refiner. If you need my help in any way, just tell me directly," Zhuo Yue said enthusiastically.

Lu Xingyan smiled with satisfaction and handed him a blueprint: "Brother Zhuo, you don't have to be polite. We are all from the same school. Just treat it as forging your own things."

"This is exactly when we need Senior Brother Zhuo to help."

"Take a look at this blueprint first. We are forging a flag-seeking rat that can automatically search for the four-region flag."

After listening to Lu Xingyan's explanation, Zhuo Yue's eyes lit up.

The drawings drawn by Lu Xingyan were clear and concise, and he was a high-level equipment refiner.

He has a high talent for weapon refining. If his cultivation hadn't been stuck at the Golden Core stage, he could have easily been promoted to a master-level weapon refiner.

Considering the strength of Lu Xingyan and the others, I thought that the most they could forge was a master-level flag-seeking rat.

But when an immortal-level flag-seeking rat fell into his palm, Zhuo Yue was petrified.

“Tell me, how could you guys, who are at the Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul stages, come together to forge an immortal-level flag-seeking rat?” Zhuo Yue frowned and began to doubt his life.

"Yes, this is our first forging." Feng Yuzhe replied.

"It was forged successfully on the first try, and it's at the Immortal level." Jiang Zhiyou replied in a pretentiously arrogant manner.

“This… this doesn’t make sense.” Zhuo Yue is a weapon refiner, and a weapon refiner whose weapon refining level is stuck because of his cultivation.

No one knows better than him the limitations of cultivation on refining equipment.

But the fairy-level flag-seeking rat in his hand really exists.

"Brother Zhuo, don't think too much. No matter how much you say, it's all empty talk. You have to try it yourself."

Lu Xingyan stuffed a forging hammer into his hand and said, "Just start with the most basic forging. Once you try it, you will know that immortal-level magic tools are nothing special."

"Okay! I'll listen to you, Junior Sister!" Zhuo Yue no longer worried about whether this immortal-level flag-seeking rat was real or not.

Whether it was true or false, Lu Xingyan gave him the forging drawings.

There are also ready-made materials here.

He took the forging hammer and started working.

Dislike the speed of Feng Yuzhe and Jiang Zhiyou.

Zhuo Yue pushed the two men away with his buttocks, holding a forging hammer in each hand: "You sword cultivators can only swing the sword quickly, as for refining weapons? You are just noobs."

"Forging materials requires speed and strength, not just brute force. Get out of the way, let me do it."

After saying that, Zhuo Yue swung the hammers in his left and right hands, leaving afterimages.

Every time the hammer falls, the force and hammering point are perfectly calculated.

[Host, this is good, this is good! ]

[This person is active and skilled at work]

[One is worth ten]

[All the little villains are outshined by him, hahaha]

Lu Xingze: “…” You stinky ugly colorful mushroom!

He tilted his head to glance at Zhuo Yue, and it was worthy of him being the weapon refiner himself.

Zhuo Yue was indeed efficient. Even after forging, he did not leave the assembly of some large parts to Lu Xingyan, but did it himself.

Lu Xingyan, whose job was taken away, looked at him with brighter eyes.

"Cows and horses PLUS." Lu Xingze muttered softly.

"Junior brother, let's talk." Lu Xingyan came quietly behind Lu Xingze and smiled.

Lu Xingze: “…” He knew that what was supposed to come would come.