The next morning, Wu Tao got up and was in an unprecedented spirit.

Perhaps because of the joy brought by the successful portrayal of the sprint ban yesterday, I relaxed and had excellent sleep quality. I didn’t hear the beautiful sounds next door at night.

He washed up briefly, then picked up the tiger's son and went to the night fragrance.

After opening the door, he had just walked a few steps and heard the familiar sound of the door opening next door. He knew without looking back that the female neighbor must have gone out to see the guests.

Thinking of this, he heard Zhang Li’s shouting: “Fellow Daoist Li, wait for me.”

Wu Tao turned around and saw Zhang Li locking the door. He bent down and jogged towards him with a tiger. Wu Tao was so scared that he quickly left and said, "Slow down, don't spill it on me."

Zhang Li didn't listen, and stood in front of him, her chest was undulating, and she laughed and said, "I am a fairy, and it smells good to be shit and pee."

Wu Tao was powerless to refute this. He could not really hear the other party's tiger in order to prove the correctness of Zhang Li's words, and he didn't even want to see it.

In the future, you must find a fairy who can't poop to be a Taoist couple.

Wu Tao swears secretly in his heart.

However, Zhang Li didn't seem to have any guests last night, no wonder he slept so well.

When Zhang Li saw his eyes looking at his door, her heart was bright and she said, "Stop looking, there is no one inside. Fellow Daoist Li, you know that the people living in Xinde Lane are all poor people. Even if their bodies can bear it, their wallets can't stand it."

OK, I'm also a poor man... Wu Tao stopped talking and walked forward with a tiger.

Zhang Li walked side by side with Wu Tao, like a machine gun, and said anything to Wu Tao, but Wu Tao didn't want to hear it very much, if there was a choice.

Along the way, Zhang Li was talking alone, and Wu Tao didn't say a word.

"Hey, I traveled through the world of immortal cultivation. As an immortal cultivator, I went to pour shit and pee with another female immortal cultivator. What's this called?" Wu Tao felt that there was a pain in his heart and couldn't say it.

This time travel is simply terrible.

After pouring Ye Xiang, Wu Tao deliberately accelerated his pace on the way back, but Zhang Li was heartless, as if she had not noticed that Wu Tao was already impatient, and continued to talk about her glorious deeds in Lichunfang happily.

‘Finally got home.’

Seeing his residence, Wu Tao breathed a sigh of relief and said to Zhang Li: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I will go back to my house to practice first."

After saying that, Wu Tao opened and closed the door without waiting for Zhang Li to answer, and finished it in one go.

Zhang Li stood between her door and Wu Tao's door, watched Wu Tao's door close, stopped talking, and did not show any displeasure on her face, and turned back to her room.

Wu Tao returned to the house, dispelled Zhang Li's dense words like a bee, adjusted her mindset, began to sit cross-legged on the bed, and practiced the Three Yangs.

Now that you are infected with evil, if you do not advance the three yang powers, you will retreat, and you will not be able to fall for a day. Otherwise, if your strength declines, your evil energy will spread more easily.

After practicing for an hour, Wu Tao stopped.

The sprint ban has been portrayed, and it is logical that the robe can be refined immediately.

But he was not in a hurry to refine it, but instead used two days to adjust his condition to the best before formally refining it.

This is exactly what it means to sharpen a knife and chop wood.

In the past two days, he had nothing except practicing the Three Yang Gong in the morning. He had to go to the market to replenish some food. He had finished eating the rice and jerky stored at home.

After replenishing the food, there were only six pieces of broken spirit stones left on his body.

"Start to refine the robes tomorrow and have a good night's sleep tonight."

It is worth mentioning that the next door was very quiet these two nights. If it were quiet for a few more days, Wu Tao would sleep soundly and be in good spirits, which would be of great benefit to refining the robes.

That night, Wu Tao fell asleep very early. When he thought he could sleep until dawn, he was woken up again at some point.

There is a guest next door.

"I miscalculated it! Ning Shenxiang given by Zhang Li has long been used up."

Wu Tao frowned, feeling that he was not lucky and couldn't help but emulate, thinking that it was his own problem. If he traveled to a cultivator with a wealthy and strong cultivation, he would naturally not have these worries.

It can be seen that traveling through time is like reincarnation, and it depends on your fate.

After a while of worries, he thought that he would still have to refine the robe tomorrow, so Wu Tao forced himself to go to bed no matter what.

The next day, Wu Tao rubbed his drowsy forehead to wake up a little. When he got up, Xiang Xiang saw Zhang Li open the door to see the guests. He sighed in his heart and continued to walk forward.

When he came back, Zhang Li still wanted to talk to him, but Wu Tao took the excuse to go back to the house.

After taking a cold shower, I felt much more awake. Wu Tao was wearing a dry robe and took out the materials for refining the robe.

Sparkstone.

First-level primary demon silk.

He looked at the sparkstones and demon silk in front of him, and calculated in his mind: "What I want to refine now is a first-level second-level robe, and its function is to sprint. According to the refining requirements, three sparkstones and one pound of demon silk are required."

"The materials left by the original owner can be refined twice. In this case, I can only fail once."

"It's four days left, and it's time to pay the rent. I owe four spirit stones to manage the business, plus two of the monthly rent, plus all kinds of miscellaneous expenses, I have to pay six low-grade spirit stones and fifteen broken spirit stones."

"The market price of first-level second-level robes is twelve to fifteen low-grade spirit stones."

"It can only fail once."

To be honest, although there is a bonus for the main profession weapon refiner, Wu Tao was still nervous. If he failed to refine both times, he would definitely be dragged away by Yashu as a hard worker to repay the debt. Even if he drove him away, he would not be able to escape the consequences of the evil spirit spreading and killing him in two months.

No matter how nervous you are, the robe still needs to be refined.

Wu Tao dug out a ground hall in the center of the house and temporarily used it as a weapon refining room. This is the poor man's approach.

I heard that the weapon refiners in the sect have special weapon refining rooms and earth fire supply.

Wu Tao dare not think about these things nowadays.

After making preparations, Wu Tao took out the book "Methods of Refining First-level Magic Robes and Five Prohibitions" and carefully recorded the steps and precautions for refining.

After remembering it completely, Wu Tao adjusted his mind, cleared his mind, and officially began to refine it.

Two sparks fell into the earth hall, and were ignited by the spiritual energy of the Three Yang Gong. The faint fire light shone on Wu Tao's face. He took a pound of demon silk that he had previously distributed and controlled it with spiritual energy.

The demon silk was still in a cocoon at this time. Under the control of Wu Tao's spiritual energy, it was suspended on the earth hall. In the flames of the sparks, the demon silks became loose.

Wu Tao immediately distracted his mind and ordered the spiritual energy to peel off the cocoons, peeling off the demon silk one by one, and also be careful of the temperature of the sparkstone. If the temperature is high, the demon silk will be burned off; if the temperature is low, the demon silk cannot be peeled off.

Soon, sweat began to appear on Wu Tao's forehead.

The process of stripping away the demon silk was much more difficult than he thought.

This is just the first step. No matter how difficult it is, Wu Tao will not dare to relax.

Time passed slowly, and the cocoons of demon silk turned into silk threads and suspended. When the demon silk quilt of the last cocoon was completely peeled off, Wu Tao felt relieved.

Next, the second step is to weave the demon silk into a dough cloth, then use spiritual power as a shuttle, thread needles and thread to form a robe.

This step is much simpler than the first step.

Wu Tao kept his spirits and carried out this second step without any slightest gap. Heavy silk was passing by. As time passed, the hem, sleeves, and collar gradually began to take shape.

Finally, a robe similar to a large-sleeved shirt is formed.

‘The second step is the most difficult step to complete, the third step, that is, the last step.’

Wu Tao felt that his whole body was wet and his energy was also exhausted, but the refining process must be completed in one go, otherwise it would fail. This is also the difficulty of the art of weapon refiners.

In the last step, the complete sprint ban is carved on each demon silk on the robe. No one can be missed, otherwise the sprint ban will be incomplete and cannot be stimulated.

This is the hardest step.

Wu Tao threw another spark stone into the earth hall. The flames ignited and the temperature rose significantly. At this moment, he was not anxious or impatient and carefully portrayed the ban.

A drop of sweat left behind the eyebrows and dripped into the eyes.

Wu Tao did not dare to blink, for fear of failure.

The fact is that the more you fear something, the more you will feel. Wu Tao only felt his spirit stagnation. With a bang, he fell heavily and directly cut off the rune in front of him. The entire restriction lost its integrity and suddenly collapsed.

Failed.

The scrapped robe fell on the sparks and burned.

Wu Tao fell backwards and lay down on the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, his spirit was very depressed, and he didn't want to think about anything.

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Chapter completed!