So after the disciples felt it one after another, except for Mu Yang, almost everyone was able to control it, and only Ma Yuqi had a little feeling.

Wu Yuanfeng stood at the desk and said, "It's normal. You're trying for the first time. I'm just telling you that people without talent for refining can't take on this profession. Even talented people want to become an excellent refiner, which is not that easy for people."

As he said that, Wu Yuanfeng glanced at Mu Yang from the outset. This kid was so smart that he seemed to be a little unique in refining weapons.

"Next, you four will try the metal with spiritual veins and how it feels like to hit it."

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

When Mu Yang condensed the alchemy energy and burned it, it was obvious that the impurities in it were more difficult to refine. It seemed that while the spiritual patterns improved the performance of the metal itself, they also improved the performance of the impurities.

It took Mu Yang ten times more time to remove the impurities inside.

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

Mu Yang held up the alchemy hammer and fell down with a bang. Sparks splashed, and the metal was smashed halfway!

In Mu Yang's opinion, the metal with spirit stones is harder and harder to temper. The reaction force transmitted back to his hands is thicker. Because he used the six-stitch alchemy hammer, it seemed much 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 hammer is enough to widen the gap for many years."

Mu Yang became more and more powerful as he smashed the metal into the outline of a dagger according to his own ideas. Although it was very rough, it undoubtedly showed Mu Yang's extraordinary talent.

On the other hand, even after using the alchemy hammer, there was no substantial improvement, which was different from Mu Yang.

This weapon refining class was over quickly after the training of four people.

As soon as the hour arrived, Wu Yuanfeng solemnly announced, "get out of class is over."

"Thank you Elder!"

The disciples bowed their fists and bowed. After the salute, everyone was about to disperse, but Wu Yuanfeng spoke again, "Don't forget your ten laps in the direction of the martial arts field!"

“…”

The disciples' faces turned dark and forgot about this. It was really true that the elder came. The joy of the get out of class was just overshadowed.

Everyone jogged to the martial arts field with dejected heads. Mu Yang suddenly felt that the old guy asked him to fight iron for more than an hour to consume his energy! He had to run two more laps than others!

This made Mu Yang, who was already so tired that his back and back pain, worsened.

It was noon now, and the sun was shining brightly. The children were running around the martial arts venue, sweating all over.

"Did the Great Elder? We didn't do anything wrong?"

"That's right, it's not time for class, what's wrong with chatting? It's too much to punish us. When I go back, I'll complain to the Supreme."

"Stop talking, Senior Brother Muyang is even more miserable. He is twelve rounds, didn't he just show us the hammer? Alas?"

Everyone was talking in a low voice, and from time to time they looked back at Mu Yang, whose eyes were scattered behind the team.

Chen Lingfeng was with Mu Yang and asked with concern: "Boss, can you persevere? Don't you take a break?"

Mu Yang panted and glanced at Chen Lingfeng with a sideways. Seeing that he was breathing evenly, he didn't even sweat, "I'm going to Lingfeng, are you a monster? Are you not tired?"

"I'm used to it. When my father trained me, he started ten kilometers. It was actually quite easy to relieve pain with breathing methods and spiritual power."

Mu Yang knew that he had learned the method of breathing when he entered the military training in the past, exhaling every three steps and inhaling every three steps. However, every time he became tired, he couldn't control so much. He gagged heavily, otherwise he would have to die.

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

"Come on, I'll run with you in two laps alone." Chen Lingfeng continued to cheer up Mu Yang. I have to say that it feels good to have such a brother by his side, at least someone cares about him.

When the others were exhausted after running, they sank on the ground, pounding their legs and slamming their legs, and fanning the air, but Mu Yang and Chen Lingfeng continued to run.

Chen Lingfeng made Mu Yang feel a little embarrassed. The big man had to be accompanied by someone when he ran, and he was still encouraging him. How could he feel like a boyfriend was accompanying his girlfriend... "Lingfeng, go and rest, I can do it, I feel much more relaxed now."

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

Mu Yang wanted to say a few words of politeness. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qin Yun running, "Damn it? Why are you here too?"

Qin Yun gave Mu Yang a blank look and sneered, "Ha, don't be too sentimental, I'm just warming up, I'll practice it later."

Mu Yang probably was competing with Chen Lingfeng, but he was just stubborn. "Haha, come on, I saw it when you refining the weapon just now. You were so tired that you were sweating profusely. I thought you were weak."

"Don't run away! I promise not to beat you to death!"

"Damn it, don't do it! I have something to say!"

In the last two laps, it turned out to be a chase battle. Mu Yang seemed to be fucked with chicken blood. There was no way. If you don’t run faster, if you are caught by Qin Yun, you will be beaten up.

"Ah~ I'm finally finished running. This old man, I must take revenge on him if I have the chance in the future!" Mu Yang murmured in a low voice, and had already cursed Wu Yuanfeng thousands of times in his heart.

When Mu Yang returned to Huananju in the afternoon, his legs were weak and trembling, and he couldn't stand steadily. Lao Xue, who was practicing swords in the yard, held out a ball of spiritual power in his palm and sent Mu Yang into the house.

"What's wrong? I'm so tired of refining weapons? I've ruined myself?"

"Where is it! I am also a six-point talent! How can it be difficult to get me such as a small matter of refining weapons?"

Then, Mu Yang repeated the awesomeness of how he performed in class to Lao Xue.

"Oh? It seems that your talent is not bad. If you practice for another two months, it should not be a problem to show off your skills in the Eight-Term Battle. However, since you have mastered the tricks of refining weapons, why are you so tired?"

Mu Yang was angry when he mentioned this, "I'm not the elder. He said that we were too noisy before class and had no discipline. He was punished to run around the martial arts field ten laps after class! He also said that I showed off my six-stunning alchemy hammer and added two laps! Master, you have to make the decision for your disciple. This punishment is so unfair. It's obviously not time for class, I feel so wronged."

Lao Xue stood up, and the corners of her mouth bent in a curve. Why did Mu Yang feel a little sarcastic when he looked at it?

Lao Xue said, "Haha, then will you show off everywhere in the future? Just teach you a lesson and take your personality."

After saying that, he went out.
Chapter completed!