Immemorial War God

"Quick, go get a formation master." Old Yang immediately shouted to the disciples guarding outside, then turned to Mo Feng and said:    

"Master Lang Xing, please take out your weapon."    

He was able to refine all five weapons, and in such a short period of time, this was definitely a historical event. What was most anxious was that they could no longer hold on, the three major sects were already on the verge of making a move, and could not help but want to make a move towards Xing Chu Empire. From the looks of it, they would not last more than ten days.    

"No need."    

Mo Feng shouted. The disciple who was about to leave suddenly froze and turned to look at the hall in confusion.    

"I've already finished drawing the weapon array formation."    

"W-what?"    

Old Yang was startled, as though he still could not understand what the meaning of this, but the nerves that had lived for more than a thousand years made him quickly react, looking at Mo Feng who jumped in shock, he asked in shock:    

"Lang, Sir Lang Xing, you're also an array master!"    

"Yes."    

Mo Feng nodded his head indifferently, he had already expected this situation. He glanced at the two girls and saw that they were also deeply shocked.    

"Oh my god, Sir Lang Xing, how did you cultivate, and, how are you even an array master!"    

Old Yang screamed in terror. He swore that this would be the most unfolding event in his life, and this caused him to be completely unable to control himself.    

The eight Divine Inscriptionists looked at Old Yang in pity. Old Yang wanted to experience the shock they had endured from before.    

"Alright, alright. Let's get back to business."    

Mo Feng frowned, he was shocked but he quickly recovered from the shock.    

"This, this …"    

Old Yang was shocked speechless. At this moment, he was definitely more shocked than the eight refining masters, because he understood what this meant even more clearly. Furthermore, he had never experienced the wonders of the star charts.    

"Forget it, go and be shocked."    

Mo Feng shook his head, he did not care about the Old Yang anymore, and planned to look for his directly to arrange things.    

"Don't tell Master Qing about this."    

At the same time, Mo Feng warned the eight of them, if they let the Master Qing know, they would definitely be shocked for a long time.    

"Master Lang Xing."    

"Ugh …"    

Just as he was about to leave, the Master Qing had already rushed over. Mo Feng looked at the corner of his eyes and realised that he could not avoid it.    

"What!"    

Mo Feng did not care about Master Qing, but after a while, a sharp scream came out, as though his ears were about to burst. Mo Feng shook his head speechlessly, completely ignoring the Master Qing, he just wanted to let them be shocked for a while.    

A full half an hour passed before Master Qing and Old Yang regained their senses.    

"Lang, Sir Lang Xing, you are really, really a peerless monster, no one can compare to you."    

Seeing Master Qing salivating, Mo Feng nodded his head, was this considered letting out a sigh of relief?    

"Let's not research these for now. We need to hurry up and arrange things."    

"The Grand Elder and the others are making arrangements, we can just go and find them." Mo Feng slightly nodded his head, and turned around with the intention to leave the sect's great hall, but in the next moment, three figures flashed, and instantly caused him to fall into a situation of visiting.    

"It's over, it's all over."    

Seeing the three Great Clan Elders coming over, Mo Feng stomped his feet in anger. He really couldn't think of leaving the Great Hall of the sect for a short period of time.    

"Don't tell him about the formation!"    

Mo Feng said to Master Qing and the others through sound transmission after his expression changed. If the three Great Elders knew that time was going to run out like this, then there would still be elders coming later on.    

The people of Master Qing numbly nodded their heads, and looked at the three Great Clan Elders.    

"Master Lang Xing."    

"What's wrong with you all? Have you finished refining the weapon? "    

After greeting Mo Feng, the three looked at the people of Master Qing with numb faces and asked weirdly.    

"Nothing, nothing."    

"I've finished refining the weapon."    

The Master Qing opened his mouth numbly. Mo Feng immediately said to prevent her words from leaking.    

"So fast!"    

"Then hurry and take it to the formation master to draw the array."    

The eyes of the three Highest Elders lit up. Less than thirteen days had passed, and this was just too fast. However, things had finally succeeded.    

"I already had the formation master come over when you were busy with your arrangements. The formation has already been completed." Mo Feng said indifferently, the three of them looked around, and did not see any trace of the array master. After being slightly stunned, they nodded their heads, as for Mo Feng's words, they had no doubt about it.    

"Then let's hurry to the Moon Sect."    

Mo Feng nodded his head and heaved a sigh of relief. He could finally set off, otherwise, if he kept delaying. By the time they had succeeded in forming an alliance, the three big sects would have eliminated the Xing Chu Empire.    

"The three great sects are too crazy. We've been lobbying for so long to spread the news that we can't last more than a month. These twelve days are really exhausting."    

A Highest Elder said, his face filled with fatigue. In order to hold back the three great sects, they had expended an inordinate amount of effort. It was even more tiring than fighting them directly.    

Mo Feng slightly nodded as he listened, feeling grateful towards the Broken Love Garden. Regardless of whether he had a sense of belonging towards the Broken Love Garden or not, he could not do all this without him. He had to be grateful.    

"Ten, twelve days?"    

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind, Mo Feng's footsteps suddenly stopped, he closed his eyes and sighed, it's over, why is he talking about time again, and so accurately, could it save him some time?    

"What's wrong?"    

The Highest Elder turned to look at the eight Master Refiners with a strange expression. What was so strange about this time?    

"Ten, twelve days? Are you sure it's twelve days? "    

The words of a master refiner could not help but make this Highest Elder have a strange expression, even the others were the same.    

"Are you all right? If the pressure is too great, then let's go take a rest. "    

As the Highest Elder spoke, the incredulous expressions on the faces of the eight master refiners grew more and more. They constantly swallowed their saliva to ease the shock in their hearts.    

"You, do you know how many days we have refined weapons?"    

Everyone in Old Yang was startled, then when they looked at each other, they felt that something was amiss.    

"That's right, it's only been thirteen days. This is five sets of Superior Grade Star Essence Soul Treasure, how can it be refined so quickly?"    

Everyone could see the disbelief and confusion in each other's eyes. This was too abnormal, if it was a normal day, this amount of time was not even enough to refine one pellet. How did these five Superior Grade Star Essence Soul Treasure s only take so little time?    

This was too abnormal, even if Mo Feng's refining skills far surpassed that of a Master Refiner, he still wouldn't be this fast.    

"It's probably because his refining skills are too powerful."    

"That must be the case. After all, he is a formation grandmaster. What does speeding up the process count for?"