Chapter 52 Bailian Conference 3
Zifeng whispered in Cai Yu's ear: "The Bailian Conference is held every three years, and there are only two leaders around Luo Feng, and these two have not reached the purple level."
When Cai Yu heard the words, he nodded slightly. On the surface, he still pretended to have a harmonious conversation, but there was a big wave in his heart. Luo Feng is a colorful person, but his two leaders are only blue, which is too unusual. Where have those who have reached the purple level gone? The more Cai Yu thought about it, the more afraid he was. Although he did not fully believe in Luo Feng before, he still had a glimmer of hope that the other party could protect him to leave smoothly after the Bailian Conference. But now Zifeng's words indirectly tell themselves: Luofeng Mansion's *.
The Yun family had a grudge against them. The Luogu family stared at each other, and Luo Feng was even more uneasy and kind-hearted. At this moment, Cai Yu actually walked into a dead end!
He talked with Zifeng with a smile on the surface, but the fist in his hand was clenched, and a feeling of fate arises spontaneously.
If he had enough strength, how could he be so dangerous now? Cai Yu's desire for strength became stronger and stronger.
"Bang, bang, bang." A few loud noises suddenly came from the refiners.
Is it a fryer? Everyone couldn't help looking at the sound. This look can't help but be a little ironic.
In the position of the young madman, the tripod was raised by him with one hand and kept smashing it to the ground. He still said, "Duck, I obviously want to make a sword. How can it look like a kitchen knife!"
As he said, he tried his best to greet the tripod stove to the ground, and his whole body made people cry and laugh like a market scoundrel.
Lou Tian, Tian Yun and others who watched the game on the ladder frowned and tried to prevent the madman from continuing to go crazy, but when they looked at Xuan Yezi, they didn't say anything, so they could only sigh secretly and wait until everyone's refinery is over.
The madman's body is not tall, but his strength is not small. He held the tripod in one hand and tried his best to greet the ground. The sound was shocking. Many refiners around couldn't help but stop refining at hand and turned their heads to glare at him.
"What are you doing!" The refiner closest to the madman suppressed his anger.
"Refining machine." The madman stopped the work at hand and turned around to show his teeth that were not very yellow to the refiner who asked.
"What kind of refinery is this!" The anger on the man's face was very obvious.
"I said yes, believe it or not. Anyway, I believe it!" The madman said righteously, and then continued to greet the tripod to the ground.
The refiner was angry on the spot, and the seal in his hand was almost unstable, and the refinery almost failed. With this shock, I had to suppress the anger in my chest and focus on my refining again.
The behavior of the madman attracted the attention of many people, and all forces secretly wondered whether this guy came here specially to smash the scene. The faces of the heads of the local three ethnic groups in the Wanhuo Mountains are even more ugly. If it hadn't been for Xuanyezi's instructions, they wouldn't have been better for them. They would have asked the city management to take down the madman.
Fortunately, the madman's behavior did not last long. After a while, he threw the tripod stove on the fire, casually typed a few formulas, and then sat next to him and drank wine.
Seeing the madman typing the formula, Cai Yu couldn't help but stare. I'm afraid most people think that the seal of a madman must be messy, but Cai Yu has a reminder before Mo Lao, but he doesn't think so.
The printing formula typed by a madman is very simple, so simple that it seems to be just a casual comparison, but the more Cai Yu recalls and thinks, the more he feels that this printing formula is quite extraordinary. It feels a little simple. Now he can't help but write it down secretly.
The refining time of this second part is different, mainly depending on the materials and the refiner's refining methods. With the passage of time, refiners have completed this part one after another and entered the cooling form of the weapon.
As long as the weapon is cooled and condensed, and then matched with its own character, a weapon will be born.
Finally, the lid of the tripod furnace was opened one after another, and the original weapons appeared in front of everyone. Only the last array depiction was left, which would become the best weapon they dreamed of.
Although these original weapons have not yet been depicted, they already have a grade. So far, most of the condensed weapons are in the lower level of the third grade and the upper level of the fourth grade.
The formation has a huge impact on the grade of weapons, but the grade of the original weapons is also valued by refiners. Because this reflects the level of a refiner refiner, and at the same time, the higher grade after condensation will also make the increase of the grade after the array character.
Therefore, when you see the refiner whose original weapon grade is in the third grade, there is a burst of joy on his face, because it means that their weapons will eventually take shape in the second grade, and even if they hit the big luck, they may reach the first grade they dream of!
The sound of the sonorous tripod falling to the ground sounded, and then a cheerful voice sounded: "Haha, it's refined. Let's see if it's the first grade or the second grade!"
The owner of this voice is familiar to everyone, and even some people in the field always look at him, who is the young madman.
Hearing his words, everyone couldn't help looking at his tripod. First or second grade? Really? Everyone's curiosity was aroused.
The madman happily took out a knife from the tripod. Er, it should be a knife. This is a crooked and uneven kitchen knife. It feels like it has been deformed by some huge force. This knife is not extraordinary. There is a faint golden light on it. If it is not in good shape, it will have some gimmicks.
"Cut." There was a boo on the field almost at the same time. This knife also has a grade, but it is the worst five grades in the field at present, and it is still the next level. At present, everyone can't help but feel that it is really stupid to pay attention to the weapons refined by the madman. Seeing that this kitchen knife was only five grades, Cai Yu was also very disappointed. I heard from Mr. Mo that this person was very strong, so he can be said to be the most optimistic person in the field. It's just a five-grade weapon. It's too bad in such a competition.
"What are you going to cut? Believe it or not. Anyway, I believe it. I said that this knife is a product, but it is a product. I haven't drawn a picture yet!" When the madman heard the boos of the crowd, he couldn't help but hurry and said.
It's just that no one among the people believed him anymore and turned their eyes to other refiners.
The refiner closest to the madman looked at the kitchen knife in the madman's hand, with a contemptuous look on his face, that is, children are better than this madman.
"Hey, little girl, what's your expression!" The madman noticed the refiner's expression and said.
Hearing the three words of this little girl's skin, the refiner almost printed the formula unstable again. He quickly ignored the madman and threw himself into the refining of his own weapons as if he hadn't seen it.
Everyone's attention is naturally on Xuan Yezi, the refinery master. After thousands of star seals, Xuan Yezi has made several profound and complicated seals, and at this moment, his refining has come to an end.
At one moment, Xuan Yezi's eyes were shining, and the lid of the beast tripod was suddenly lifted, and a shining weapon appeared in front of everyone.
This is a dark cyan sword, floating in mid-air, with a faint green light flashing on it, with a faint sense of sharpness.
Second-grade intermediate-level weapons! The eyes of the leaders of all forces coincidentally appeared, and some refiners who had reached the final stage also looked over one after another, with a trace of envy and admiration in their eyes.
The original weapon has reached the middle level of the second grade, and Xuanyezi himself is the array. There is no doubt about the grade of this weapon when it was finally formed.
Cai Yu looked at the dark cyan sword floating in mid-air, and couldn't help but feel a trace of desire in his heart. People who use swords are naturally eager to get a good sword. The purple bone sword given by Luo Feng is only four grades, which really can't satisfy Cai Yu.
Xuan Yezi reached out and held the long sword, and a smile appeared on his old face. He was very satisfied with this sword. In his many refining, today's one was relatively smooth.
The next step is to portray the array. Xuan Yezi did not stop, and his finger glowed slightly, and began to portray an attack array on the sword that he was good at.
Most of the refiners in the field have entered the final stage. No matter how good or bad the original weapons are, they have begun to depict the array.
The portrayal of the array requires great mental concentration, and it is not allowed to be sloppy. Therefore, the refiners have extremely serious expressions on their faces, lest they make mistakes, which will lead to the loss of painstaking efforts.
Two days have passed, and the process of portraying has been more difficult than expected. Many refiners have turned pale and their hands tremble slightly. But there are also many refiners who have completed the final depiction of weapons, and top-quality weapons were born.
Everyone in the field is staring at Xuan Yezi, because the last step of the portrayal is coming, and a weapon is about to be born!
Xuan Yezi's old face was slightly tired, but a pair of eyes were still staring at the dark blue sword in his hand. At the last moment, Xuan Yezi smiled with satisfaction. At this moment, the sword also began to emit dazzling light.
The dark cyan sword broke away from Xuan Yezi's hand and slowly floated in mid-air. The light on the pattern of his sword body array kept flowing, and the world around him was faintly attracted, and a stream of energy of heaven and earth kept gathering towards the sword body.
For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on the long sword, a weapon, which is about to be born!
"What's great about it? I can do it too!" The madman's voice suddenly sounded. Under the last pattern in his hand, the poor-looking kitchen knife suddenly emitted a bright golden light!
The kitchen knife slowly floated into the air, shooting out a thousand feet of golden light like a day, stirring up the surrounding world, and its attraction to the energy of heaven and earth faintly surpassed Xuan Yezi's dark cyan sword!
Everyone was dumbfounded. The leader of the major forces, Cai Yu, the refiner closest to the madman, and the complacent Xuanyezi, looked stunned for a moment!