"Define quality?" Zhang Hao blinked, "We will directly attack with the medium-grade magic weapon flying sword." Similar to the quality of the medium-grade magic weapon flying sword, it is defined as the quality of the medium-grade magic weapon. ”

Zhang Xinhan: ......

"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhang Xinhan looking at himself stunned, Zhang Hao's heart was a little hairy. Any questions?

I heard Zhang Xinhan sigh: "Young Master Zhang, I'm ...... The Zhang family's pursuit of quality is admirable. But...... That's not how the quality of magic weapons is divided!"

Saying that, Zhang Xinhan showed a little wry smile on his face, "The normal finished magic weapon has a formation attached to it in the later stage. It can improve the original performance a lot, usually by a small level.

In this way, the quality of these dark iron pillars should actually reach the quality of the high-grade magic weapon. ”

"Oh......" Zhang Hao responded, "That senior's chisel just now doesn't seem to have the blessing of the formation?"

When you mention this, I want to hit you! Zhang Xinhan resisted his impulse and said: "What is needed for the seal carving formation is precision. If there is a formation blessing, there will be uncontrollable changes and some unknown interference. ”

"I see. Zhang Hao suddenly learned a little more.

Zhang Xinhan looked at his broken chisel, put it away with heartache and care, and took out a small carving knife. The knife is dark all over, with a slight indigo sheen on the edge. Zhang Xinhan squatted down again and carved on the steel column.

But when I heard the stab, a spark flew up.

Zhang Xinhan stood up, his face darkened. The carving knife in his hand was fine, but there was only a hair-thin cut on the steel pillar.

The corners of Zhang Xinhan's mouth trembled, "Young Master Zhang, I'm ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to do this. You're too hard, I'm ...... Powerless. ”

Not only Zhang Xinhan, but also Lu Yang and Zhou Jue next to him. Zhou Jue opened his mouth and said, "Brother Shi, it's the first time I've seen such a hard dark iron. ”

Zhang Hao frowned slightly: "Brother Zhou, don't there be any spirit treasure-level items in the Jiuyang Sect or Xinglin Hall?"

"There is. But ......" Zhou Jue looked at the fourteen pillars that pierced into the sky, and his face was speechless, "After all, there are not many spiritual treasure-level items, and at the moment, this dark iron pillar is really ...... It's too big. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it in two years.

And we can't do nothing for two years, just gnaw on the iron pillars here. ”

As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, he looked at the expressions of the people around him, and his tone was a little high-pitched: "What's the matter, everyone, things are difficult, and you are starting to retreat?"

Everyone's faces flashed unhappy, but they couldn't refute what Zhang Hao said.

Zhang Hao stood up straight and swept over everyone coldly, "Everyone, if you want to leave now, I won't say anything." But there are a few words, but they are not unpleasant.

We've all heard some legends.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, the western part of the Fertile Land Continent was a wild land, where the mountains were high and the forests were dense, and the monsters were criss-crossed.

However, there was a senior named 'Xuanyang Zhenren' who cultivated in the early stage of Yuanying, and only brought a few followers to brave the wilderness. The blue wisps of the road opened the west of the Fertile Continent. and established the first foothold of the practitioner in the West.

Today, this foothold has developed into the 'Xuanzhen Sect', which has become a holy place in the west of the Fertile Land Continent.

For tens of thousands of years, the prestige of the Xuanzhen Sect has not fallen!"

"It is also said that 10,000 years ago, in the country of Yanyun in the north, there was a group of dragon horses, and no one could tame them. Once that group of dragon horses is detained, they will shatter the demon pill by themselves.

But one of them went deep into the Ryoma group alone, and a year later, he won the allegiance of the entire Ryoma tribe.

Three years later, he established the first generation of Yanyun Country. With dragon horse cavalry, sweeping thousands of miles, hundreds of large and small families and sects succumbed to the iron hooves of dragon horses.

He is the ancestor of the country of Yanyun, Yanyun, and after the founding of the country, he named the name of a country after himself.

In the following 10,000 years, although the country of Yanyun has had many ups and downs and changed dynasties, the royal family has always been the descendants of the Yan family and has never been left behind!"

"Recently, we have a legend here. That is, Xinglintang, Zhou Shuhai, with the power of one person, supported the heavenly dome of the pill in the country of Qixia and even the western part of the Fertile Earth Continent!"

After speaking, Zhang Hao glanced at everyone and said in a majestic tone: "Whether the situation creates heroes, or heroes create the situation, I don't know." But I know that there is an opportunity to create our own legend.

To the west, all the way to the west!

Since tens of thousands of years ago, when Xuanyang Zhenren opened the West of the Fertile Earth Continent, we have only one choice, and that is to ...... To the west!

I know, it's difficult. But I'm not afraid of difficulties!

If you want to leave, I will not stop you, but I will continue to invite like-minded people who are interested in exploring the sea to create contemporary legends!

With our hands and wisdom, we will open an era that belongs to us!"

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, the surroundings were quiet. After a while, someone asked, "But...... But...... What if it fails?"

Zhang Hao turned his head to see that it was from a refining hall of the Jiuyang Sect. But Zhang Hao didn't speak, just glanced at the other party quietly, and then turned his head to look at the 14 steel pillars in front of him.

"You ......," the man was furious.

But Zhang Xinhan waved his hand lightly, interrupted the other party, and said to Zhang Hao: "Young Master Zhang is right, we can't retreat because of a little difficulty or a little unpleasantness.

I, stay!

However, I stayed in my personal capacity. Fellow practitioners of the Nine Yang Sect, whether you stay or leave, you don't have to think about me. ”

The atmosphere was a little dull, some people were excited by what Zhang Hao said, and some people were embarrassed to leave.

Zhou Jue spoke: "I also want to try the feeling of creating legends." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhang Hao, followed by Zhou Xueyao.

With Zhou Jue taking the lead, Zhang Xinhan also walked to Zhang Hao's side, and then, more people moved their feet. But there are also people who stay where they are, and some people do not agree with Zhang Hao's statement.

The master of the Nine Yang Sect's Refining Hall just now sneered: "I agree with the legend you said, but don't think too highly of yourself." The legends left in the west of the entire Fertile Land Continent can be counted on your fingers.

And the ones that can't be counted are those who are pretentious!

Farewell!"

With that, he turned around and left.

Where there is a leader, there is someone who follows. In fact, not counting the Xuantie Factory, the people who left still accounted for the majority, but among the people who remained, the cultivation was on the high side.

Zhang Xinhan stayed, Lu Yang and Xiao Xiao stayed, some masters of the Refining Guild stayed, and Zhou Jue and Zhou Xueyao stayed. Also, there are also a small number of people left on the side of the Jiuyang Sect.

Looking at what was left, Zhang Hao smiled: "Thank you for your trust." Since I said that I want to create legends, I naturally have a basis and confidence.

Someone, send the tools!"

Huang Mingshan and the others each held a plate with various tools needed to make magic weapons. This is the first public appearance of Huang Mingshan and others, and that tool is also the 'tool' that Zhang Hao showed to everyone.

One, a tool for shaping your own legend.

Zhang Hao personally picked up an oblique carving knife and sent it to Zhang Xinhan: "Please taste it from your predecessors." ”