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So after the disciples felt it one after another, except for Mu Yang, almost everyone could control it well, and Ma Yuqi felt a little bit so.

Wu Yuanfeng stood in front of the case table and said, "It's normal. You are all trying for the first time. I also want to tell you that people who don't have the talent for refining can't take up this profession, and even those with talent want to It’s not that easy to become an excellent refiner."

With that said, Wu Yuanfeng Yuguang glanced at Mu Yang, this kid was clever and tight, and seemed to have something unique in the matter of refining tools.

"Next, the four of you will try the metal with spirit veins, and how does it feel when hitting."

Wu Yuanfeng gave each of them a piece of silver metal with a light blue spirit pattern on it.

When Muyang condensed the alchemy gas and burned, it was obvious that the impurities in it were more difficult to refine. It seems that while the spirit pattern improves the performance of the metal itself, it also improves the performance of the impurities.

It took Muyang ten times as long as before to get rid of the impurities inside.

This time, Mu Yang took out his six-pointed alchemy hammer and once again attracted the attention of the audience.

Mu Yang held up the alchemy hammer, crashing down, sparks flew, and the metal was smashed in half short!

In Mu Yang's view, the metal with spirit stones is harder and harder to temper, and the reaction force returned to his hands is thicker. Because he used a six-pointed alchemy hammer, it seemed to be a lot easier and the effect was better.

"No wonder the elder said that the higher the talent, the greater the advantage. Just the gap between the alchemy hammers is enough to open the gap for many years."

Mu Yang smashed more and more vigorously. According to his own ideas, he gradually smashed the metal into the outline of a dagger. Although it was very rough, there was no doubt that it showed Mu Yang's extraordinary talent.

In contrast to the other three, even after using the alchemy hammer, there was no substantial improvement, which was very different from Mu Yang.

This class of refining tools was quickly over during the four people's training.

When the hour came, Wu Yuanfeng solemnly announced, "get out of class is over."

"Elder Xie!"

The disciples clasped their fists and leaned back. After the salute, everyone was ready to go away, but Wu Yuanfeng spoke again, "Directing the martial arts field, don't forget your ten laps!"

"..."

The disciples' faces are dark, and forget this, the great elder is still real. The joy of having just finished class was immediately dissipated.

Everyone trotted to the martial arts field with their heads down. Mu Yang suddenly felt that if this old guy allowed him to beat him for more than an hour, it would consume his energy! He ran two more laps than others!

This made Mu Yang, who was already tired and sore in his waist and back pain, even worse.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly, and the children jogged around the martial arts field, sweating profusely.

"Is the great elder? We didn't do anything wrong?"

"That's right, it's obviously not time for class, what's wrong with the chat, and punished us, it's too much, I will sue the Supreme when I go back."

"Don't tell me, Brother Mu Yang is even more miserable. He's twelve laps. Isn't he just showing us the hammer?"

Everyone whispered, and from time to time they looked back at Mu Yang, who was hanging from the back of the team, with loose eyes.

Chen Lingfeng accompanied Mu Yang and asked with concern: "Boss, can you stick to it? How about taking a break?"

Mu Yang squinted at Chen Lingfeng, breathing heavily, and saw that he breathed evenly without even sweating, "I'm going to Lingfeng, are you a monster? Aren't you tired?"

"I'm used to it. In the past, when my dad trained me, he always started at ten kilometers. With the breathing method and spiritual power to relieve the pain, it was actually quite easy."

Breathing method Mu Yang knew that he had learned it before entering military training, three steps one breathe, three steps one breath, but every time he got tired, he couldn't manage that much. He breathed heavily, otherwise he would die.

As for using spiritual power to relieve soreness, this is really the first time I heard that Mu Yang tried it once under Chen Lingfeng's guidance, and it felt pretty good!

"Come on, you will run two laps alone and I will accompany you later." Chen Lingfeng continued to cheer for Muyang, having to say that it feels good to have such a brother by his side, at least someone is caring about himself.

When the others were exhausted and slumped to the ground after running, they beat their legs and fanned them. Only Mu Yang and Chen Lingfeng continued to run.

Chen Lingfeng made Muyang a little embarrassed. The big man needs a person to accompany him when he runs, and he still encourages him. How can he feel like a boyfriend with his girlfriend... "Lingfeng, you go to rest Go ahead, I can, I feel a lot easier now."

"It's okay. I haven't sweated for a long time. Exercise is not bad."

Mu Yang wanted to say something polite. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qin Yun also running, "I wiped it? Why did you follow?"

Qin Yun gave Mu Yang a white look and sneered: "Heh, don't be affectionate, I'm just warming up, and I will practice later."

Mu Yang guessed that Qin Yun was competing with Chen Lingfeng, but his mouth was stiff, "Haha, come on, I saw it when you were refining the instrument just now, you were tired and sweating, I thought you were imaginary. "

"Don't run! I promise not to kill you!"

"Fuck it, don't do it! You have something to say!"

The last two laps turned into a chasing battle. Mu Yang seemed to have been beaten with blood. There was no way. If you didn't run faster, being caught by Qin Yun was a fat beating.

"Ah~ I finally finished running, this dead old man, I must retaliate against him if I have a chance in the future!" Mu Yang whispered, already cursing Wu Yuanfeng thousands of times in his heart.

When Mu Yang returned to Huananju in the afternoon, his legs were soft and trembling, and he couldn't stand still. Old Xue, who was practicing swords in the yard, put out a lot of spiritual power in his palm and sent Mu Yang into the house.

"What's the matter? The refining tool is so exhausted? Abolished oneself by refining?"

"Why! I am also talented with six awns! How can it be difficult to get me for a small thing like refining?"

Afterwards, UU read www.uukanshu.com, Mu Yang recounted to Old Xue how he was awesome in class.

"Oh? It seems that your talent is not bad. If you practice for another two months, it shouldn't be a problem to show your hand in the Battle of the Eight Sides. However, since you have mastered the tricks, why are you so tired?"

Mu Yang was angry when he mentioned this, "It's not the great elder, saying that we were too noisy before class, and there was no discipline, so we were fined to run ten laps around the martial arts field after class! He also said that I showed off the six-pointed alchemy hammer and added two laps! Master! You have to be the master for the disciple. This punishment is too unjust. It's obviously not time for class. I'm so wronged."

Old Xue stood up, the corners of his mouth curled up, how did Mu Yang feel a little sarcasm when he looked at him?

Old Xue said: "Hehe, will you show off everywhere in the future? Just to teach you a lesson, take your temper."

After that, he went out.

Just leave Muyang alone in the room, dumbfounded, wipe! Who are you helping!