Leaf Queen

Chapter 442 The Artifact Refined by Life (1)

But...his skill in refining weapons is not yet high enough to refine black iron. If he chooses this black iron, it may be self-defeating.But if he chooses something else, what he refines will definitely not be as good as what Ye Li refines with black iron, and the result will undoubtedly be a word, lose.

But the people above specifically told him that if he can't win, he will die!
How else could he choose?
Taking a deep breath of cold air, closing his eyes, he took the black iron and left. If he tried hard, maybe he could really do it, or maybe... Ye Li couldn't do it at all.

Here.

After Ye Li ignited the flow flint, he has been concentrating on guarding beside the refining cauldron, paying attention to the size of the fire.

Picking the best time, he immediately put the black iron in, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and concentrated his mental power into the refining cauldron.

The essence of refining medicine is to grasp its pharmacology, medicinal properties, and the temperature of the furnace, but this refining tool is a real test of the spiritual strength of the refining tool itself. Melting iron blocks and transforming weapons all need it to complete .

However, the so-called spiritual power needs to be condensed by one's own wisdom. There is a saying in the crafting world that no crafter is stupid.

Ye Li herself is very smart and hardworking. In her spare time, she almost spends her time gnawing on books. Her mental strength is not ordinary. This is why she can improve so much by leaps and bounds within a year. reason.

Time passed little by little.

Ye Li's side is on the right track, and there is a slight rustling sound in the refining cauldron.

On the other hand, Zhang Nian, sitting in front of the refining vessel, closed his eyes tightly, his face turned pale, and he was sweating continuously. It was obviously caused by insufficient mental strength to support the refining vessel.

Coupled with his unsteady mind, the whole process of refining the weapon was extremely bad, and it was all up to him to hold on to it.

offstage.

The onlookers couldn't help murmuring, "How long will it take to get the result, I'm really anxious to wait."

"You think crafting is a child's play. I just saw that these two people took the same fine iron. If both of them succeed in refining, then there will be a good show for the tie."

"Hey, I don't think so, I don't believe that Ye Li has a good talent for refining medicine, and her talent for refining weapons is so strong that I have nothing to say. I think she is an amateur, and I am afraid that she will participate in the second competition just because she wants to show off. Let's see In that year, among the young generation of Azure Dragon Temple, Ye Li was the most gifted refining genius, an amateur, compared with other professionals, can he win?"

"I feel the same way. Looking at her immature face, I always feel that her mental strength will not be strong. I am still optimistic about Zhang Nian in this game."

"Seeing that you are so blushing and thick-necked, how about this? Let's start a gamble. You each bet on the genius you recognize and gamble money, how about it?"

"That's a good idea." As soon as the words came out, the male compatriots who love to gamble all stared at each other, "I'll offer ten gold coins to bet on Zhang Nian."

"I'll offer twenty gold coins for Zhang Nian."

"..."

Most of them love Ye Li's face, but they are not very optimistic that she will win this game, so most of them bet on Zhang Nian.

"I'll offer fifty gold coins to bet on that sister to win!" The little girl took a big money bag and threw a trick on the table, angrily looking at those guys who thought Ye Li would lose.

"My young master offers one hundred gold coins, betting on that beauty to win!" Another local tyrant stepped forward and sprinkled a lot of gold coins.

"..."

In just a short moment, Ye Li's "popularity" caught up with Zhang Nian, and the number of people who supported her was small, but they were all local tyrants, and most of them were under 20 years old.

(End of this chapter)