Chapter 37: Weapon refining genius?

Author: Electric fan without sugar

Chapter 37: A genius in weapon refining?

"Next." The Qingyi disciple buried his head in recording the identity information of his predecessors. The kind middle-aged man smiled and nodded at Wuwu, and left with a small wooden sign. Wuwu had to go forward, intending to explain to Uncle Qingyi.

"Next?" The disciple looked up, about to be annoyed that the man with a straight eyebrows did not move forward, but a glutinous child voice came from under the table.

"Uncle, I'm here!" Even though he stood on tiptoe, he couldn't see the table, so he had to wave his little meat claws hard.

The disciple stood up and leaned forward, and then he saw a little doll under the table.

He was stunned. Xishifeng had not produced a weapon refining genius for many years. Qinghuang was not in contact with him, and he was all up to the elders. As his thoughts turned sharply, the disciple was already very excited. Before Wuwu could explain, he couldn't wait to ask Wuwu's name.

Wuwu had to answer honestly: "My name is Meowwoo, Uncle, I..."

"Okay, baby, take this and go to the weapon refining hall to wait. Do you see? There."

The disciple in Qingyi handed Wuwu a yellow bronze medal and thoughtfully pointed to the mountain higher, where there was an ancient building hidden in the clouds and mist, looming like an immortal palace.

Wuwu wanted to continue to explain, but was pushed away by the fierce man behind him. They all saw Wuwu's small cards with metallic luster in his hands, and their eyes were full of envy.

After registration, everyone will receive a sign, usually made of wooden. People will take this wooden sign to participate in the subsequent assessment. There will be several rounds of assessment, and each round will be increased by a level, thereby screening out disciples of different levels.

Before each assessment, the wooden sign will be collected. Only those who pass the assessment will continue to distribute the wooden signs, and so on until the selection is over.

The bronze medal in Wuwu's hand indicates that he has been "specially cared for". He can save the complicated procedures before and directly evaluated by the outer sect elders. As long as he passes the assessment, he will be the outer sect disciple at the worst.

If the outer elder continues to recommend it, it is possible to become an inner disciple, or even a true disciple of the elder of the Palm Peak.

Wuwu was swept away by the crowd and rolled to one side of the mountain road. He held a heavy bronze medal, looked at the "Immortal Palace" on the mountain, and then looked at the clouds and mists at the foot of the mountain, and didn't know whether to go up or down.

But soon he made a decision, and it was not good to take other people's things for nothing. Wuwu planned to go to the weapon refining hall and return the copper plate to others.

Wuwu continued to walk up the mountain road. The higher he went up, there were fewer and fewer people on the mountain road. When he reached the weapon refining hall, there were almost no one left.

This is a magnificent hall leaning on the mountain wall. The hall has several floors. I couldn't see the tip of the hall hidden in the clouds and mist with my neck raised.

He lifted his pants and carefully stepped on the steps paved with white jade. As soon as he stepped up a step, the thick door of the weapon refining hall slowly opened.

A disciple in his twenties, who was in his twenties, waved to Wuwu and urged repeatedly: "Meow? Come in quickly, wait for you, the assessment is about to begin."

The Qingyi disciple saw the bronze medal in Wuwu's hand at a glance, and he had guessed the identity of the doll. The assessment of the weapon refining hall was about to begin, but news came from below, saying that a weapon refining genius came from the registration office.

The elders of the outer sect shouted to stop this round of assessment and competition, waiting for the genius.

Wuwu handed the bronze medal to the little disciple, expressed his apology, turned around and was about to leave, but the little disciple picked it up in the waist and carried it to the hall.

Wuwu explained repeatedly: "Oh, you all misunderstood. I am not a genius and can't refine weapons! I just took the wrong path!"

I don’t care about this, anyway, I’ve come here, so I will take the assessment first, otherwise wouldn’t everyone wait in vain?

The interior of the hall is very spacious, comparable to that of a Lijia Village. There are more than a dozen old men standing side by side in the center of the hall. They are waiting aside with different expressions. At the top of the hall, there are five old men with white hair and bright eyes.

Wuwu was placed on the far right of the team. The little disciple turned around and closed the hall gate and saluted several old men: "Master, the disciple has tested the bronze medal. This person is Meow Wuwu."

The old men in the head nodded, and the one in the center raised his hand and signaled that the assessment began.

Before he could come to his senses, the others rushed to one side of the hall.

Wuwu then noticed that there were many objects on both sides of the hall.

On one side, there were various materials in various categories, including shining stones, twisting and wriggling branches. The eyes swept across the corner of the hall, and there was a skeleton of a strange beast standing there, which was so scared that it was so shocking.

On the other side, there are all kinds of strange tools, long, sharp and round, and many of them have never been seen before. In addition to these, there are more than a dozen furnaces and cauldrons.

Those who participated in the assessment seemed to have been prepared. As soon as the elders issued the instructions, they quickly picked up a few items, like chickens scrambling to rush toward the tool holder on the other side.

Then, there was a tingling sound in the hall, and some people actually ignited the furnace and cauldron. I felt a wave of heat coming, and my forehead was filled with sweat in an instant.

Wuwu didn't even know what it was to refine weapons, let alone such high-standard assessments. He walked carefully to the little disciple guarding the gate and begged in a low voice: "Brother, open the door and let me out. I can't refine weapons, I just took the wrong path!"

The little disciple shook his head and refused Wuwu's request: "You must not leave the field during the assessment. Meow, I'm not too long, why don't you pick some materials for the refiner?"

"Ah? Big brother, how long will this assessment take? I'll rush to Beiwu Peak to register!" Wuwu stomped his feet anxiously. He remembered Mr. Shen who was heading north in the early morning. It's already noon now. Mr. Shen is probably already in the assessment, right?

When the little disciple heard this, his face suddenly collapsed: "What's the best thing to go to in Beiwu Peak? There are big bugs that specialize in eating children. It's so fierce. Be careful to swallow you in one bite!"

Wuwu was so scared that he took a few steps back and asked, "But Young Master Shen has also gone, and many people have gone."

When he thought of the child who was only a few points older than him, he couldn't help but feel sweaty.

"Life and death are just for fate, okay, meow, it's too late if you don't start." The little disciple looked at the table in front of the elder, and there was a burning incense there, which had been burned.

He sighed heavily, moved to the pile of materials in a vague way, not knowing where to start.

The elders who had been observing the crowd in the hall shook their heads. They didn't see the little doll's talent for refining weapons. I'm afraid that such a small doll wouldn't even recognize the materials, right?
Chapter completed!