"The success rate of second-order spiritual weapons can reach sixty percent. The third-order spirit weapon can reach about twenty percent, and it doesn't take ten times, and within five times, I will definitely be able to refine the Heaven Killing Ruler that satisfies His Royal Highness the Prince. "Gongsun Chengyang is neither humble nor arrogant, as if he is not afraid of the powerful, and he naturally didn't take the so-called threat of beheading to Si Jitian to heart.

After all, alchemists are a very high-end group.

The top five refiners in the empire are basically equivalent to having a death-free gold medal, and they are not afraid of death at all. They can even sentence someone to death, that's how it hangs.

"Five times? Oh, you five times! ”

Si Jitian was furious, and his whole person exuded an extremely dangerous aura, and he actually had the strength of an eighth-order mad martial artist.

Gongsun Chengyang changed color slightly, feeling a huge pressure.

It is rumored that the crown prince is thirsty for killing, and he doesn't even care about the emperor and queen, he is a refiner, even if he has great privileges, can he still be bigger than the queen and emperor of the Hongmeng Empire?

Si Jitian's hands had already been placed on the long knife on his waist one left and one right, and in just 0.01 seconds, he could cut off Gongsun Chengyang's head!

Gongsun Chengyang frowned, and couldn't help but take a step back: "His Royal Highness the Prince, do you really want to do it?" Twice, collect materials at most twice, and I will definitely be able to help you refine the third-order spirit weapon Heaven Slaying Ruler! ”

Si Jitian sneered, his naturally bewitching eyes crossed the meaning of killing, and his voice was full of mockery: "Twice? You're still dying, a little faster. ”

He wasn't a patient man.

In this world, except for the fourth brother and the dead woman, no one can make him have even a little more patience.

Meow meow!

Whew!

cracking sound

Bang bang rub

Just as Si Jitian was about to make a move, he heard a noise, he subconsciously turned his head, and saw a chubby golden dragon, and a chubby black cat, wrestling together, it seemed that the dragon had the upper hand.

Hey?

Why does that dragon look so familiar?

Si Jitian was intrigued, and took a closer look: "Isn't that the dragon of a dead woman?" How do you eat so fat? Grown up too? It's like it's blowing. ”

The Shenji Dragon happened to spray a mouthful of bad breath on Senior Brother Meow's nose, and stepped on Senior Brother Meow's face again, which can be called murderous.

"Is that you? The mentally retarded prince? ”

The Divine Machine Dragon also recognized Si Jitian, and a touch of excitement crossed his golden eyes.

Si Ji Tianfeng's eyes darkened, and he suddenly took out the knife.

Salted Fish Drawing!

Bang, rub

The blade landed on the head of the Divine Dragon.

It's a pity that the Shenji Dragon can't do anything else, just resist the beating, the scales made of King Kong, all the soldiers and all the iron in the world, don't think that they can hurt half a point. Si Jitian's second sword stream is certainly powerful, but in the end, it is only a pair of second-order peak spirit weapons, and it cannot cause real damage to the Divine Machine Dragon.

As a result, a two-meter-high refining bronze tripod furnace next to it was cut into eight symmetrical pieces by Si Jitian, and the Divine Machine Dragon was unharmed, leaving only a slight scratch on the scales.

"Pain, pain, pain! It hurts! ”

It's one thing to scratch or not, it's another thing to hurt or not.

The Divine Machine Dragon screamed in pain, his body churned violently in mid-air, and he cursed in his mouth: "You IQ prince, you actually cut this dragon?" The master is outside, and Ben Long will definitely sue you in a while! ”

"Here comes the dead woman?"