Zi Qianhao was shocked, if he didn't know Ye Changsheng's personality, he really thought that Ye Changsheng took out seven highly toxic medicines, which would be unfavorable to Little Bell.

After taking the medicine bag and thinking of the way he had asked the teacher before, Zi Qianhao couldn't help but blush a little.

Not to mention this medicine bag, it's just "Xuantian Creation Recipe", and he owes Ye Changsheng a lot of favors.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Ye Changsheng saved the little bell's life.

Zi Qianhao said solemnly: "Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, at any time, you must leave yourself a way back!"

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned, and nodded pretending to be ignorant.

My father made friends with a lot of powerful people during his lifetime, but over the years, only Zi Qianhao has really spoken out to remind Changsheng.

Immortality is not to blame those people, it is the nature of the family to take advantage of it.

The family has its own rules of the game, and even if they look at some things, it is inconvenient for them to interfere rashly.

What's more, the Ye family is an outsider, and the local magnates, how can there be any reason to look to outsiders?

Because of this, Zi Qianhao's warning is precious.

Zi Qianhao looked at Ye Changsheng's ignorant reaction, and said that Changsheng was still immersed in the lies woven by the Hong family, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

That's all he can say.

It's just that this time I owe this kid such a big favor, I have to do something, right?

Zi Qianhao suddenly felt tangled.

Ye Changsheng was secretly amused, and said with a straight face: "Master Zizhuang, why don't you entrust Changsheng to cast a sword for the little bell." ”

Zi Qianhao couldn't help but be stunned, nodded and said, "It's okay, that's it, there's no need for a deposit or anything, I'll pay the full amount directly." ”

He can't help with other things, but he can still do it by giving Ye Changsheng a sum of money.

Ye Changsheng said happily: "The full amount, then one million taels of silver." ”

"How much, do you have to say it again?!" Zi Qianhao paused for a moment, roared violently, and sprayed Ye Changsheng's face with saliva.

Profiteer, the Lingwu-level long sword built by a famous master is only a hundred thousand taels of silver, how dare you open your mouth for one million taels of silver?

One million taels of silver is enough to buy a legendary-level longsword from the auction.

Ye Changsheng wiped his face in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile: "This sword is tailor-made for the little bell, of course it is different." ”

Tailor-made shit, you're a profiteer!

Zi Qianhao hated it so much, but after thinking about it, the "Xuantian Creation Recipe" that Ye Changsheng taught to Little Bell was a priceless treasure that money could not buy.

In this way, a million is not a lot at all.

Having said that, Zi Qianhao was still angry.

"I want to see what kind of sword you can make!" Zi Qianhao glared at Ye Changsheng fiercely, put on his cloak, turned around and strode away.

Sending the purple tyrant away, Ye Changsheng felt indescribably comfortable in his heart.

One million taels of silver, this is the largest order received by the Sword Casting Hall in the past eight years.

With this million taels of silver, Changsheng can do a lot of things, and the branch of the county town can be opened larger.

But now is not the time to think about this, the envoy's customized long sword is waiting for him to forge it.

In the No. 2 sword-casting room, the tall furnace is blazing.

Elder Lu and a dozen swordsmiths stood on the periphery, all of them in tattered clothes, their eyes bloodshot, and their faces showing nervous and crazy expressions.

The refined iron melted in the furnace used new materials and new techniques, and as long as the sword casting was successful this time, their early efforts were not in vain.

The sledgehammer pushed the wheelchair and slowly approached the hot stove.

Ye Changsheng observed the golden molten liquid in the furnace and said, "Record, the domineering sword, the Jinchuan sword, start casting!"

The golden molten liquid slowly introduced into the sword fan.

Ye Changsheng held Jian Fan and slowly closed his eyes.

Under the realm of "contemplation", in his mind, in a golden sword, the sword veins slowly spread out.

What surprised Ye Changsheng was that his cultivation during this period of time had finally not been in vain, the sword veins were displayed more clearly than before, and there were many more details.

The complete sword veins were like the vascular tubes inside the trees, and he could see even the tiniest forks clearly.

Maybe my current realm is close to the realm of "subtlety"!

The soul refining chapter of "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", "The Secret Record of the Demon Heart", has a total of three levels, the first is the "super sense" realm, and the second is the "subtle" realm.

Comparing the sword veins in his mind, Ye Changsheng shook the sword fan slightly, like shaking the cradle of a baby.

At the moment when the golden molten liquid was completely cooled, the fork of the last sword vein also stretched out, solidifying forever.

In just half an hour, he drained all his mental strength.

With a slam on the ground, Ye Changsheng withdrew his mental power and leaned heavily on the wheelchair, his face was terrifyingly pale.

Blood quenching, tempering, and so on three times back and forth.

In the middle of the night, the golden sword was finally completed.

The old people of the Ye family were nervous and pious, and they stepped forward one after another, taking turns to appreciate this sword blank.

In the end, Elder Lu was full of a sense of ceremony, raised the long sword high above his head with both hands, and shouted: "Domineering sword, Jin Chuan, Lingwu grade mid-grade, sword cheng!"

In the Sword Casting Hall, cheers and thunderous applause rang out.

Ye Changsheng had a bright smile on his face, at this moment, he felt that this life was worth it when he died.

Changsheng's satisfaction with this sword surpassed that of Mo Chou.

During this period of time, Ye Changsheng has continuously extracted nutrients from the memories of the Infinite Demon Venerable to replenish himself.

This Jinchuan sword adopts new techniques and new materials, and it can be completed, which shows that the craftsmanship of the sword casting hall has reached a new level.

And his own sword-forging skills have also improved a lot.

It may not be long before he can challenge the Lingwu-level high-grade sword.

However, the weapons of the upper grade of the Lingwu level are not so easy to cast, and the difficulty is much greater than that of casting the mid-grade of the Lingwu level.

Casting a Lingwu-level high-grade sword, the material is more advanced and more picky, with the Ye family's accumulation, it can't withstand the toss at all.

Even if it was the one million taels of silver that Ye Changsheng had just arrived, it was not enough to toss a few times.

Because of this, Changsheng has to open more branches, and with money, he can go further.

The envoy's sword is complete, and it's time for the last casting of the ethereal sword.

The joy in Ye Changsheng's heart quickly faded, and he fell into indescribable tension.

The day the Ethereal Sword is completed is the day of the showdown between him and the Hong family.

In this battle, he can only win, not lose.

Defeated, no return!

In the middle of the night, Ye Changsheng stood solemnly in the dark, staring at the Jinchuan sword on the sword rack for a long time.

This is a domineering sword, which also means that the owner of this sword is a domineering person.

Squeeze your fingers and draw a blood-colored spell in the air.

The spell took with him a thought, silently seeping into the wide blade of the sword and disappearing.

After Mo Chou and Ice Lotus, the Jinchuan Sword, the third "enchanted" long sword.

(The third one is sent, everyone collects it, and gives some recommendation votes, thank you)