Perfectly Matched Weapon

Although it was simple to the extreme, it somehow gave off a sense of elegance and breathtaking beauty. As that white, needle-thin streak of fire vanished, a faint fluorescent glow shone out from the hole at the tail end of the naturally formed white shell. "That fast? It's already refined?" The changes to the seamless shell itself, along with Wei Suo's expression as he admired the finished product, told Han Weiwei that the magic treasure had been completed. Even so, she could not help staring at Wei Suo in genuine astonishment as she spoke. From the moment Wei Suo began refining it until now, only half an hour had passed. For a magic treasure capable of blocking the might of True Immortal third-level techniques, half an hour of refinement was simply far too little in her eyes. Yet upon hearing Han Weiwei's words, Ancestor Yuan Yin and most of the others could only smile bitterly. They understood better than Han Weiwei just how terrifying the drain on one's mind was when inscribing formations at Wei Suo's previous speed for half an hour straight. The formations Wei Suo had inscribed within were not simple; it was only because he was so fast that every rune-pattern had been completed in one unbroken flow. Even with the cultivation of Ancestor Yuan Yin and the others, if they had to inscribe rune-patterns at such speed for half an hour straight, their minds would surely have been exhausted beyond the point of endurance. "He can at least be considered Dali Tian's successor. If he still couldn't finish it in half an hour with spiritual perception like his, that would be downright idiotic." Ling Longtian merely glanced at Wei Suo and said this. "Gusili, and you, what's-your-name—shape the sword bodies like this for me." Wei Suo