Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The refining master's surname is Fang, and his single name has one character for rock.

Earth-level weapon refiners do not only refine earth-level weapons on weekdays, because an earth-level weapon often takes a long time to refine, and it is not in a fixed place.

After arriving at the old man's residence, Fang Yan was quite proud and showed Mo Que the weapons he had forged.

Mo Que picked up a long knife to observe, and said casually: "I heard that those powerful weapons are engraved with patterns, which can communicate with the power of heaven and earth, and exert great power. No?"

"Xiaoyou Mo is not an artifact refiner, so naturally he doesn't know the mystery!"

Fang Yan has a bright face and said: "The pattern on the weapon is the secret of the refiner, so after refining it, he will use a special method to hide it, otherwise the mystery of the pattern will be easily accessible to others. Spying?"

Mo Que understood this, and then said, "Is it possible to make a utensil with the right material and engrave the corresponding utensil pattern, so that it has a good power?"

Fang Yan nodded, but shook his head again, and said, "Let's put it this way, if the weapon is a person, the pattern on the weapon is equivalent to the Meridians of a person, and it can only play the role of guiding the movement of vitality."

"If the person's own vitality is not strong enough, or the Realm is too low, no matter how to guide the vitality, this person cannot be made strong."

Although Mo Que was born in the imperial family, he used to devote himself to cultivation, so he did not know much about weapon refining.

"Little friend Mo, what kind of weapon do you want me to train?" Fang Yan couldn't wait and asked Mo Que.

I saw Mo Que shook his head and said, "I don't want you to refine the weapon, I just want you to help me carve a set of weapon patterns."

"Engraving pattern? What pattern? What is it engraved on?" Fang Yan was a little absent-minded. He has been refining tools for a lifetime, and he has never heard of anyone who only wants to engrave.

It should be noted that only engraving the pattern is not enough to make a weapon. Even if it is refined, it is only the most common human-level weapon, and it is difficult to be of great use.

Like Earth utensils and Dao Items, they all need to combine the power of heaven and earth.

"It's this set of patterns." Mo Que was ready and took out a piece of animal skin.

Fang Yan took it out of curiosity, and saw that the pattern on it was more than a hundred times more complicated than any weapon he had trained!

As an earth-level artifact refiner, Fang Yan is naturally not an ignorant person. How could Mo Que come up with this kind of artifact pattern?

If it was said that he was polite to Mo Que before, it was only because of the cold spirit leylines, then at this moment, he felt a little bit of fear towards Mo Que.

"Mr. Mo, this utensil pattern... What do you want to engrave on it?" Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Mo Que.

I saw Mo Que's face was calm, but he said something that made Fang Yan's heart tremble: "Engrave on me!"

"Young Master Mo, you... What did you say?" Fang Yan stuttered a little. He had been refining a weapon for a lifetime, and he had never heard of such a request.

To engrave the utensil on the human body, is it possible that Mo Que intends to refine himself into an utensil? This is crazy!

"Elder Fang, I'm not joking with you." Mo Que said seriously: "You just need to help me carve it."

This idea was not suddenly thought of by Mo Que, but in the mind left by the former Hall Master of the Martial Hall, another way of refining the body.

The body of the powerful Practitioner, and the corpse of the alien beast, are excellent refining materials.

Therefore, it is not impossible to engrave weapon patterns on the martial body.

The set of artifact patterns that Mo Que took out were owned by the Lord of the Martial Hall back then. They were engraved on his body to allow the power of the sun in his body to flow more smoothly in his flesh and blood.

Just like a weapon, it also needs to have a weapon pattern in order to exert more power.

"Young Master Mo, this... it's not that I refuse, but that this old man really doesn't have this ability!" Fang Yan cried and said, "The more complicated the pattern on the utensil, the more difficult it is to describe, because there is a certain rule in the pattern. , When it is portrayed, it is extremely exhausting, and if there is a mistake here, it will destroy the weapon."

Mo Que's set of weapon patterns are huge and complex. If they were drawn on a weapon, even if they failed, the weapon would be destroyed at best.

But Mo Que asked to be engraved on his body. If there is any error during the period, it will not be the weapon that will be destroyed, but Mo Que!

"Even the Earth-level Item Refiners can't do it?" Mo Que couldn't help being surprised.

He pondered for a moment, and said, "I wonder if Fang Lao knows someone who is capable of engraving this pattern?"

Fang Yan paced and pondered on the spot, and said, "I know a craftsman who is stronger than me. I will call him and see if he can do anything."

He sent a message through the jade talisman and called another refiner.

"Old Fang, you old guy actually thinks of me, is there any weapon that you can't handle?"

An old man with a ruddy face arrived, carefree, and walked into the house.

After Fang Yan explained it to this person, the old man was quite shocked when he saw the utensil pattern, and said, "I don't think that even if the utensil emperor from the Baqi Hall makes a shot, it may not be successful, let alone. Still engraved on people?"

Mo Que never imagined that this set of utensil patterns was so complicated that neither of the two tier artisans in succession had the ability to describe them.

When he heard that Mo Que was going to engrave this tattoo on his body, the old man who came behind was even more horrified and said, "Wait, are you a descendant of Martial Dao?"

Most of today's Martial Dao people hide themselves and don't want to expose themselves, but Mo Que has already participated in the competition, and Martial Dao's identity is no longer a secret, so he does not hide it and nods to admit it.

"Wait, maybe that person has a solution, I'll call him right away!" After the old man finished speaking, he used the communication jade talisman to communicate the message.

The three of them were waiting here. The two Refiners, who seemed even more anxious than Mo Que, kept looking out the door.

"What are you two old people doing for me? Explain in advance that if there is no drink, daddy will leave immediately!"

Mo Que felt that the voice was a little familiar, and looked out the door, unable to help but be stunned.

I saw a sloppy old man like a beggar who came.

Moreover, he had indeed seen this old man. It was the old beggar who was begging for wine and drinking when he was in Hanzhou.

Hanzhou and Lizhou are thousands of miles away. If this old beggar can appear here, how could Mo Que not understand that this old beggar is not an ordinary person at all.

"Hey, it's you?" The old beggar saw Mo Que and said, "Why did you leave the state?"

"Senior!" Mo Que stepped forward and said, "Thank you senior Hanzhou for saving you!"

"How do you know it's me?" The old beggar was surprised.

Mo Que couldn't help laughing bitterly, how could he not guess now that the mysterious existence of the king of Hanzhou who took action in Hanzhou that day, secretly helped him, and stopped the king of Hanzhou, was this old man like a beggar.

"I'm Hou Daoist, you kid invite me to drink, I'll save your life, it's nothing!"

The old beggar waved his hand, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Why, could it be that your kid knew that I was your savior and came to Lizhou to find me and bring me wine?"

Mo Que was a little stunned for a while. The last time the old man met, he was stubbornly pestering people to drink, and when he played against the King of Hanzhou, he showed a master style.

Before we met at the moment and said a few words, he was thinking about wine again.

Mo Que only felt that the temper of such a senior was really unpredictable.