Chapter 107: One Million Taels of Silver Tickets
In the secret room of the Refining Workshop.
Qi Ming took out the Hundred Treasure Refinery Ding, and then released the glazed pure flame flame.
The glazed flame flame appeared in the secret room.
The temperature of the chamber rose dramatically, and soon reached a terrifying level.
But.
Qi Ming was not hot, but extremely comfortable.
After all, the Glass Pure Fire is his flame and will not cause him harm.
First, the Baibao Refinery is preheated, and then the refining material is melted.
The third prince, Zhao Chengwu, only asked to refine a Ziyang Sword, but the quality was not guaranteed.
So Qi Ming decided to be a little clever.
He melted the material and let as much impurity could come to his side.
In this way, although the Ziyang Sword can be successfully refined, the internal structure will be relatively poor.
In other words, the refined Ziyang Sword will be relatively brittle, and if it collides with other swords, it is likely to be directly destroyed by the sword.
However, it will be more difficult to do so.
After all, the ability of the glazed pure fire to refine impurities is terrifying, and it can be refined quickly.
But.
Qi Ming's refining technique has now reached a small level.
It is more convenient to control the glazed pure flame.
Of course.
It's also about whether the integration process can be successful.
Because there are too many impurities, the fusion failure rate will increase.
This is also a problem that Qi Ming has to consider.
After all, if you are ready to trap people, you must think everything through.
Fortunately, none of this is a problem now.
Because the Baibao Refining Tripod is a heaven-level high-grade refining Tripod, it can fuse refining materials with more impurities together, and finally barely take shape.
Finally.
Half an hour later.
A brittle purple yang sword appeared in front of Qi Ming.
The Purple Sun Sword was gorgeous on the outside, glowing with purple light, but it was brittle on the inside.
Thinking of this, Qi Ming felt a burst of amusement.
It was almost conceivable that when the Ziyang Sword was directly cut off, the face of the third prince, Zhao Chengwu, might swell into the color of a pig's liver.
That expression must have been very exciting, and Qi Ming couldn't wait.
Whereas.
When Qi Ming walked out of the secret room with the Ziyang Sword.
Zong Qiang and a refiner apprentice were completely shocked.
They looked at Qi Ming with more respect and humility.
"Is this the Ziyang Sword? The momentum emanating from it is even more terrifying than the Ice Sword and the Flame Sword, and it is worthy of being a Xuan-level high-grade Xuan Soldier. ”
"It's so beautiful, it's simply the darling created by the Creator. ”
"If I can refine a Purple Yang Sword, I will have no regrets in this life!"
“......”
A dry refining apprentice showed respect on his face, and there was a lot of discussion.
"Sect Elder, give the Ziyang Sword to the patriarch, ask him to give an account to the Third Prince, and then tell him that I will refine another Ziyang Sword as a meeting gift for the Eighth Prince. ”
Immediately, Qi Ming handed over the Ziyang Sword to Zong Qiang, and then entered the secret room again.
In order to be able to refine the Ziyang Sword, the Qi family prepared ten materials, just to let Zong Qiang refine it after he became proficient.
After all, no refiner dares to say that he can refine it once, and he must fail several times, right?
Zong Qiang took the Ziyang Sword with a shocked face and nodded seriously.
He had some regrets now, he couldn't see the Qi Ming Refinery with his own eyes, that was really his biggest regret.
The last breakthrough was because I saw Qi Ming's refining technique.
But now, Qi Ming didn't dare to reveal the Hundred Treasure Refining Weapon Ding and the Glass Pure Fire Flame in front of everyone.
As the saying goes, the husband is not guilty and is guilty.
I don't know how many people will covet such a treasure.
Especially some high-level alchemist refiners, they often have great energy, and if they want to deal with Qi Ming, they don't have to take action in person.
This is also one of Qi Ming's concerns.
Three days later.
The butler of the three princes came to the Qi family meeting hall again.
Behind him, the people from the Xiao family and the Zhu family all looked menacing, as if they were just here to find fault.
"Qi Xuandao, the Ziyang Sword can be practiced. ”
The butler of the third prince looked at Qi Xuandao with a playful expression and said with a wicked smile.
In his opinion, the Qi family must not have refined the Ziyang Sword, and he just had a reason to be mad.
The faces of the Xiao family and the Zhu family were full of pride.
They took the opportunity to annex the Qi family.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disappoint the housekeeper, the Ziyang Sword has been refined by our Qi family. ”
Qi Xuandao said with a smile on his face, like a spring breeze.
Quiet, the chamber was dead silent, silent, and the needle could be heard.
The wind stopped.
The sound of breathing stopped.
It's quiet.
"What ...... are you talking about? Are you kidding, I have already investigated clearly, the Qi family refiner Zong Qiang is just a third-grade refiner, and he can't refine the Xuan-level high-grade Xuanbing Ziyang Sword at all. ”
After a long time, the housekeeper said with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
The people of the Xiao family and the Zhu family glanced at each other, revealing a look of deep understanding.
"Take it out and show it to the butler of the third prince. ”
Immediately, Qi Xuandao slapped his palms twice and commanded.
After a while.
A domestic servant came with a tray.
On the tray was a long sword with ordinary purple light flowing, exuding a powerful momentum.
You can feel the sharpness from afar.
More powerful than the Ice Blade and the Fire Sword.
"How is this possible?"
The third prince's butler was directly dumbfounded.
The eyes of the Xiao family and the Zhu family were also round, the size of a light bulb, and their mouths were open enough to put down a dozen eggs.
And Qi Xuandao and the elders were happy, like a spring breeze, extremely comfortable.
They secretly thought that if you knew that the Qi family had also refined a purple sun sword and was going to sacrifice it to the Eighth Emperor, I am afraid that you would even have the heart to die.
"Lord Steward, this Ziyang Sword can satisfy the Third Prince! Then please ask Lord Butler to put down one million taels of silver tickets, and then take the sword and leave. ”
Qi Xuandao glanced at the third prince's butler with displeasure, and then spoke.
"One million taels, why don't you grab it!"
When the third prince's butler heard one million taels, he immediately exploded like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and screamed.
"The Ziyang Sword is a Xuan-level high-grade Xuanbing, you go and ask, if it is auctioned at the auction, I'm afraid it will be more than this price, if the third prince can't get a million taels of silver tickets, our Qi family will not hand over the Ziyang Sword to the third prince. ”
Qi Xuan Dao said in a firm tone.
He will not cheapen the third prince in vain, and he is now following Qi Ming's advice and preparing to take refuge in the eighth prince Zhao Chengwen.
When the third prince's housekeeper heard this, he also knew that Qi Annihilation Dao was telling the truth, and he suddenly had nothing to say.
"The Ziyang Sword is indeed worth one million taels, it stands to reason that the three princes still took advantage, but I didn't bring a million taels today, it's better to do this, I'll bring the Ziyang Sword back first, and then send someone to send a million taels, I don't know if the Qi patriarch agrees." ”
The third prince's housekeeper rolled his eyes, thought about it, and said.
After the things are in hand, he will not send a million taels of silver tickets.
"No, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other! If the third prince can't come up with a million taels of silver tickets, we have no choice but to dedicate the Ziyang Sword to the eighth prince. ”
Before Qi Annihilation Dao could speak, an elder with white hair spoke directly.