On the official road outside Sanshui Town, a horse-drawn carriage drove wildly, splashing patches of ice and snow between the rotating wheels and the flying hooves of the horses.

"Hurry, hurry up!" Ye Xiangxi sat next to the coachman, urging loudly with an anxious face.

In the violently shaking carriage, the smell of alcohol was suffocating.

With a bang, the sloppy old road in tattered clothes rolled down to the sandwich between the two rows of seats.

He didn't even bother to open his eyes, he lay on his back, one leg on the seat, and one arm hooked a huge wine gourd in his arms.

Lao Dao clicked his mouth and said helplessly: "It's just a yellow-level alchemy tripod, as for it?"

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Asked the Sword Hall, the No. 3 Sword Casting Room, Ye Changsheng's face was pale, his palms were pressed against the two metal plates, and his arms trembled violently.

A puff of blackened smoke rose from between his fingers, and the smell of barbecue filled the space.

Xin Ru stood far away, with tears in her eyes and gritted her teeth, for fear that she would not be able to help crying.

Fang Daqi, Elder Lu and the others also had red circles in their eyes, and their Adam's apple was constantly tumbling.

They could only watch, they didn't even dare to breathe, and any move they made might interfere with Ye Changsheng.

This is the last fusion, as long as it is successful, the entire Nine Turns Qiankun Furnace will be completed.

However, this time, what Ye Changsheng had to operate was not simply two metal plates, but an independent plate, and eight plates that had been spliced together!

The mental power and energy consumed by this are simply beyond imagination, just by looking at the Hell Dragon Eagle languishing and drooping their eyelids, you can know how difficult it is.

Ye Changsheng didn't dare to let go at this time, he didn't dare to let go even if he was scorched, before the molten metal solidified, before the veins inside the metal were completely connected, he had to make everything tight.

Otherwise, all the work will be wasted!

Time passed silently, and just before the veins at the splicing solidified, the last set of veins finally docked together perfectly.

It's done!

Ye Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but flash a glimmer of joy.

He withdrew his hands and instinctively sat back, but the wilted little dragon eagle did not send the wheelchair forward.

With a pop, Ye Changsheng sat down on the ground.

Everyone let out an exclamation, and Fang Daqi was the first to rush forward and help Ye Changsheng up.

No one laughed at Ye Changsheng's gaffe, they knew very well how much effort Ye Changsheng had put in in these three days.

Ye Changsheng used these three days of concentration and professionalism to perfectly explain to everyone what a soul figure is.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Changsheng wiped a handful of nosebleeds and said weakly: "Heat, forge." ”

Twenty-four apprentices stepped forward with tears in their eyes, eight opened their spray guns, and sixteen picked up their hammers, completing their work with great care.

With a clanging sound, Fang Daqi's eyes were red, and his fierce gaze swept over the refiners and apprentices behind him.

The crowd understood what the elder had in his gaze and bowed their heads in shame.

They pretend to be extraordinary people on weekdays and do extraordinary things, but compared to Ye Changsheng, what they do is tantamount to pretense and profoundness.

They never imagined that one day, they would compare the Alchemist's Guild to a private workshop.

And today, not only did they compare, but they also sadly found that the Alchemist Guild couldn't compare!

The refiners walked to the spliced nine-turn Qiankun furnace and carefully inspected the magic circle and inscriptions, revealing joy one after another.

Next, the apprentices of Wenjian Hall surrounded the Ding furnace and completed the next processes.

Everyone cheered up and waited for the moment when Ye Changsheng announced his success.

When the final quenching process is completed, all the apprentices retire and stand at the back of their wheelchairs.

Fang Daqi personally pushed the wheelchair and sent Ye Changsheng to the Nine Turns Qiankun Furnace.

Ye Changsheng put his hands on the integrated wall, slowly closed his eyes, but his heart couldn't help but surge.

Isn't this casting tripod a huge challenge and a huge improvement for him?

The process is important, and the result is just as important.

The mind was activated, and a criss-crossing metal vein slowly emerged in his mind.

The collapsing wall is not a trace of splicing, and it is integrated.

The metal veins inside the top wall run through the circulation, even if they are subtle into the spider silk, they are perfectly connected.

Although Changsheng didn't know much about magic circles and inscriptions, when his vitality flowed smoothly between the formations, he knew that nothing had gone wrong.

Changsheng withdrew his hands, a bright smile appeared on his dark face, and he was about to announce the result when suddenly, the closed door suddenly opened.

Ye Xiangxi looked anxious, wrapped in a cold air, pushed a wheelchair, and came in a hurry.

When everyone was stunned, they suddenly smelled a pungent smell of wine, and their eyes fell on Lao Dao in a wheelchair.

Ye Changsheng was surprised for a moment, and then excitement flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards Ye Xiangxi.

Ye Xiangxi, who was full of haggardness, was also excited, and nodded incomparably for sure.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Ye Changsheng struggled to stand up, walked to the wheelchair opposite, bowed down and said, "The younger generation has seen the elder!"

The sloppy old man opened his eyes slowly, and when he saw Ye Changsheng's haggard appearance, he couldn't help frowning.

He sighed lightly: "You sit down, and leave the rest to the old man." ”

Zhang Daoxu stood up, carried a big wine gourd, swayed to the front of the Nine Turns Qiankun Furnace, and walked around twice.

He shook his head with regret and said: "The craftsmanship of splicing is acceptable, some of my own things, just blessed with the eight-grade inscription, don't you know the blessing of the seven-grade inscription?"

Fang Daqi and the others' faces were flushed, but they couldn't help roaring in their hearts, they said lightly, you can try it?!

Although they didn't know Lao Dao's identity, since Lao Dao was able to break into the closed sword casting room and let Ye Changsheng respectfully perform the junior salute, he wouldn't be an ordinary person.

Fang Daqi said angrily: "This is the first time we have cooperated with Wen Jiantang, so it is naturally safe!"

Zhang sneered and said, "You are a seventh-grade refiner, can't you have a little confidence in yourself?"

Fang Daqi's face turned red, and he was furious, almost on the verge of exploding.

Who in this world would dare to teach him so openly except his mentor?

Although he was angry, Fang Daqi was not stupid, the other party could see at a glance that he was the cultivation of a seventh-grade refiner, but with this eyesight, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Sure enough, Zhang Daoxu muttered: "It's still a step too late, it's too late to make a big change, so let's make a small change." ”

As he spoke, Lao Dao flipped his wrist, and a transparent and colorless jade pen appeared in his dirty hand.

Fang Daqi's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Jade Pen Spirit?!"