Fang Daqi couldn't help but be in a hurry, there was still a month left, he was going to the capital to attend the annual meeting, he naturally hoped that before he left, he would be able to complete the Nine Turns of the Qiankun Furnace.

If they succeeded this time, they would be able to improve the refining tripod according to this set of processes and experience, so as to eliminate the hidden dangers pointed out by Ye Changsheng.

This is not just for the benefit of their Nine Winds City Branch, but for all the Alchemist Guilds to benefit from it!

Just imagine, how much honor this will bring them?

Of course, if the Nine Turns Qiankun Furnace was successfully cast, it would definitely be the credit of the Refiner Guild, and Ye Changsheng was just beating the side drum.

A few days ago, Fang Daqi's teacher wrote to praise him, and he also specifically mentioned Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng's role is that he provides refiners with a new perspective and a different way of thinking.

This is like piercing a layer of paper, and the Refiner Guild will achieve breakthroughs one after another with its incomparably profound heritage, incomparably exquisite skills, and incomparably dedicated spirit.

Although this statement is a bit shameless, Ye Changsheng can't be allowed to dominate and use his genius to contrast the incompetence of the Refiner Guild, right?

In this case, how can the Alchemist Guild be embarrassed?

It's a big deal to give Ye Changsheng some more material compensation, anyway, Ye Changsheng doesn't care about those vain things.

The refiners were invited into the hall, Fang Daqi took a sip of tea, and finally calmed down a little, but he still couldn't help but ask, "Changsheng, when will we start?"

Ye Changsheng said patiently: "Elder, you'd better communicate with the craftsmen of the Sword Hall first, and let's follow the plan and come step by step." ”

As it should be, Fang Daqi asked, "How long will it take?"

"Twenty days. ”

The refiners looked at each other, amazed and satisfied.

If it was a casting project initiated by their Refiner Guild, it would definitely not take twenty days to be reliable, but since it was initiated by Ye Changsheng, it would definitely be much more reliable than them.

Not long after, Elder Lu arrived with a few high-ranking officials of the Sword Hall, and several giant drawings were spread in the center of the hall, and everyone gathered around.

Listening to Elder Lu's explanation, the refiners' faces became more and more solemn, and Fang Daqi's brows were already wrinkled into two pimples.

They had expected that the casting plan would be difficult, but the reality was even more complicated than they had imagined.

Hundreds of materials were fused into nine metal materials, and Fang Daqi believed that Ye Changsheng's craftsmen could do it.

With the blessing of magic circles and inscriptions on the nine metal materials, Fang Daqi believed that he and his refiners could do it.

The real difficulty lies in the final welding and welding.

The nine metal parts, blessed with different circles and inscriptions, have actually changed the material of the metal.

Moreover, different magic circles and inscriptions, once they are put into operation, will inevitably have a joint impact, and even attribute conflicts will occur, resulting in a fryer.

How could Ye Changsheng ensure that the nine metal parts could be perfectly fused together, and that the magic circle inscription could operate safely?

Fang Daqi and everyone raised their heads and looked at Ye Changsheng with solemn expressions.

No one wants to be busy for more than ten days, investing huge manpower and material resources, but in the final link, it falls short.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "As long as there is no omission in the early stage, I won't miss here!"

Well, since Ye Changsheng said it so domineeringly, what else could they say?

Ye Xiangbei, who was in charge of guarding, walked into the hall and said in a low voice: "Childe, behind President Fang and them, I found the tail. ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised, the people of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the people of the Alchemist Guild, or the people of the Demon Gate?

In order to collect materials, the Alchemist Guild made the whole city jump around, and many materials were exchanged from the Alchemist Guild.

In this case, it is not surprising that some people are watching, what Changsheng is not sure is, which way is it?

Changsheng hesitated, and Master Fan Daozhen Fan stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, Changsheng, is something wrong?"

Ye Changsheng said truthfully: "When you came, you were watched, and now those three people are hiding on the hillside opposite us. ”

Fang Daqi, Fan Daozhen and the others suddenly looked gloomy, and Fang Daqi had a hideous face, forcibly resisting the urge to go out and take a look.

The opposite hillside is at least eight hundred meters away from Wenjian Hall in a straight line, but for a master, this distance is not a distance at all.

They are condescending, they can see every move of Wenjian Hall, and they can even launch an attack in an instant.

For a master, the distance of 800 meters is just a matter of an eye.

It's really a blink of an eye.

Fang Daqi gave an order, and a figure flew out, as fast as a bolt of lightning, and flew to the opposite hillside in an instant.

The Great Offering of the Refiner Guild, a tall and thin old man, suspended in mid-air, condescending, looked at the three white-clothed people squatting between the rocks with cold eyes.

The three of them looked up suddenly, and when they saw the old man clearly, it was too late to escape.

Unparalleled coercion descended from the sky, and the bones of the three of them let out a crisp popping sound, and they fell to their knees almost simultaneously.

A cold air rose from the ground, enveloping the three of them and instantly freezing them into ice sculptures.

The frightened expressions and eyes of the three were also frozen instantly.

"Bang!"

Three ice sculptures, bang and burst!

The old man waved his long sleeves, and a diamond-shaped wooden plaque on the ground flew upwards and fell into his hand.

The old man didn't even look at it, and turned to leave.

In the blink of an eye, the old man had already returned to the hall and handed the wooden card in his hand to Fang Daqi.

"One half-step supreme, two spirit transformation peaks, the old man has already executed them!" the old man said lightly, stepped back to the side, and lowered his eyes.

Ye Changsheng and Ye Xiangbei looked at the old man sharply, their eyes widening in shock.

Overmatch!

Only the strong can directly kill a half-step supreme and two spirit transformation pinnacles in an almost crushing way.

Only the strong can accomplish what is impossible in the eyes of ordinary people in the blink of an eye.

Ye Changsheng was shocked, a little vaguely excited.

It's not that he hasn't seen a strong person, on the day when the Buddhism made a ruling on him, whether it was Master Juetong of Cifu Temple or Master Yuan Ke of Huixin Sect who arrived later, his cultivation had already reached the level of a strong person.

But they did not show the power of the strong, but showed the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

However, at this moment, this worshipper of the Refiner Guild really showed his strength in front of them, how could he not make Changsheng feel shocked?

But then again, Fang Daqi was really short-tempered, he didn't even ask, and killed people directly?

"Elder, who is it?" Ye Changsheng asked with a fixed concentration.