Demon Concubine Yutian

4223--Andrew

"Forty prescriptions for seventh-order low-grade spirit weapons?"

Venerable Dong Bo suddenly changed his color, "Ye Luo wrote it?"

"Yes, my lord, take a look."

Dong Boxuan projected the content on the answer sheet.

Venerable Dongbo was stunned when he saw it: "This...this..."

All this is true!

Not only is it true, but it is even more detailed than the seventh-order weapon formula he has mastered!
For example, this Feihong Lve Yingqin, a low-grade spiritual weapon of the seventh rank.

The spiritual materials for refining weapons known to Venerable Dongbo are blue Lingsha, Changhong Xuanyin stone, and Yinfu zero tombstone.

The utensils written by Ye Luo are Lan Lingsha, Changhong Xuanyin Stone, and Jin Fuling Tomb Stone.

The sound power of the golden fuling tomb stone is stronger than that of the silver fuling tomb stone, and it is more lethal when played on the Feihong Lieying piano.

"How? My lord, are the recipes of these seventh-order spirit weapons correct?" Dong Boxuan asked anxiously.

On Venerable Dongbo's forehead, a thin layer of sweat dripped out, and he said in a very heavy voice: "That's right."

He is a master craftsman.

He cannot violate his conscience and tell lies.

Although it was Ye Luo who killed his wife Fairy Chu Hong and was locked up, he couldn't do it, lying about the authenticity of the refining formula.

"This Ye Luo is really a rare weapon refining genius!" Dong Boxuan cut off the sound transmission after finishing his last sentence.

Venerable Dongbo was left alone, dumbfounded on the spot.

Venerable Dongbo felt uneasy.

There are so many recipes for seventh-level low-grade spiritual weapons. Could it be that Ye Luo is a seventh-level craftsman?
Do not!
impossible!
He is the only seventh-level refiner on this continent!His status will always be the most respected!
the other side.

In the fourth area of ​​Tiangong, inside the refining test tower.

"The result is out."

Dong Boxuan looked at Ye Luo with an extremely excited gaze, "The venerable gave the answer. In Ye Luo's answer sheet, all the recipes for the forty seventh-level low-grade spiritual weapons are correct."

Ye Luo smiled: "I won this level again."

It was for Zhuo Chenyu.

It was even for Yao Sheng.

"Thank you."

With a flick of Ye Luo's long sleeves, she put away her own 30 yuan seventh-grade mad spar and Yaosheng's 30 yuan seventh-grade mad spar on the gambling table.

A total of 60 yuan.

Earn!
You know, when he was in the second district of Tiangong, Si Yutian refined the poison of ice and phoenix in the earth-level elixir for others. For one elixir, he received five seventh-grade mad spar.

What Ye Luo earned this day was not much different from what Si Yutian earned before.

"How do you know the recipe of a seventh-order low-grade spiritual weapon?!"

Zhuo Chenyu obviously couldn't afford to lose, like a furry beast, roaring, "You must have stolen it from Venerable Dong Bo!"

In the hearts of all the disciples of the Northern Ming Sect, only their sect masters are worthy of the Qi Fang of the seventh-order spiritual weapon.

Ye Luo didn't bother to look at Zhuo Chenyu any more, she just thought he was a clown.

"enough!"

Dong Boxuan was displeased, and he sternly said, "The utensil is not such a precious thing. The core part of refining an utensil is to engrave the divine patterns, not the ratio of spiritual materials."

Qifang is different from Danfang.

The prescription of a seventh-order spiritual weapon is not worth one-tenth of the prescription of a seventh-order spiritual medicine.

That's it.

"I want to compete with her to engrave the divine pattern!" Zhuo Chenyu's eyes were completely red, "Continue to compete with the fourth level of the test tower."

(End of this chapter)