"Define quality?" Zhang Hao blinked, "We directly use the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword to attack with all our strength. If the quality is similar to the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword, it is defined as the quality of the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword."
Zhang Xinhan:......
"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhang Xinhan looking at him blankly, Zhang Hao felt a little confused. Is there any problem?
I heard Zhang Xinhan sigh: "Master Zhang, I... admire! The Zhang family's pursuit of quality is admirable. But... the quality of magic weapons is not divided in this way!"
As he spoke, Zhang Xinhan showed a wry smile on his face, "Normal finished magic weapons will have formations added later. This can improve the original performance a lot, usually by a small level.
Based on this calculation, the quality of these dark iron pillars should actually reach the quality of top-grade magic weapons."
"Oh..." Zhang Hao responded, "The chisel that senior just used doesn't seem to be blessed by a formation?"
When you mention this, I want to hit you! Zhang Xinhan resisted the impulse and said: "The seal-cutting formation requires precision. If there is the blessing of the formation, there will be uncontrollable changes and some unknown interference."
"That's it." Zhang Hao suddenly understood and learned a little more.
Zhang Xinhan looked at his broken chisel, put it away heartbrokenly and carefully, and took out a small carving knife. This carving knife was completely black, with a slight indigo luster on the edge. Zhang Xinhan squatted down again and stood on the steel pillar.
portray.
But there was a stabbing sound and a stream of sparks flew up.
Zhang Xinhan stood up, his face darkened. The carving knife in his hand was fine, but there was only a hairline-thin scratch on the steel pillar.
Zhang Xinhan's mouth trembled, "Master Zhang, I'm... afraid that I won't be able to make this thing. Your black iron is too hard, and I... can't do anything."
Not only Zhang Xinhan, but also Lu Yang and Zhou Jue next to him came over. Zhou Jue said: "Brother Shi, this is the first time I have seen such hard black iron."
Zhang Hao frowned slightly: "Brother Zhou, don't Jiuyang Sect or Xinglin Hall have Lingbao level items?"
"This is available. But..." Zhou Jue looked at the fourteen pillars that stuck into the sky and was speechless. "There are not many Lingbao level items after all, but the black iron pillars right now are really... too...
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 and just chew on the iron pillars.”
As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, he looked at the expressions of everyone around him, and his tone was a bit high-pitched: "What's wrong, everyone, things are getting difficult, so you are starting to retreat?"
Everyone's expressions flashed with displeasure, but they were unable to refute Zhang Hao's words.
Zhang Hao stood upright and glanced at everyone coldly, "Everyone, if you want to leave now, I won't say anything. But there are a few words that I won't say.
We have all heard some legends and stories.
Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, the west of the Fertile Continent was a barbaric land with high mountains and dense forests, where monsters and beasts roamed freely. Even in the Nascent Soul stage, people had a narrow escape from death, which made countless masters fearful and timid.
However, there was a senior who had cultivated in the early stage of Nascent Soul, called 'Xuanyang Zhenren'. He only brought a few followers and bravely ventured into the wild wilderness. He opened up the fertile land of the west and established the first place for practitioners in the west.
A foothold.
Today, this foothold has developed into the 'Xuanzhen Sect' and has become the holy land in the west of the fertile continent.
For tens of thousands of years, the reputation of Xuanzhen Sect has not faded!"
"It is also said that thousands of years ago, in the Kingdom of Yanyun in the north, there used to be a group of dragons and horses that no one could tame. Once the group of dragons and horses were captured, they would destroy the demon elixir themselves.
But one man went deep into the dragon-horse group alone; a year later, he actually gained the allegiance of the entire dragon-horse group.
Three years later, he established the first generation of the Yanyun Kingdom. With dragon and horse cavalry, he swept across thousands of miles, and hundreds of large and small families and sects succumbed under the iron hoof of the dragon and horse.
He is the ancestor of Yanyun Kingdom, Yanyun. After the founding of the country, he named a country after himself.
In the tens of thousands of years since then, although the country of Yanyun has had many ups and downs and dynasties have changed, the royal family has always been the descendants of the Yan family and has never been left behind!"
"Just recently, there is a legend here. That is, Xinglintang and Zhou Shuhai! With the power of one person, they propped up the sky of Qixia Kingdom and even the western Danyao in the Fertile Continent!"
After speaking, Zhang Hao glanced at the crowd and said with a majestic tone: "I don't know whether the times create heroes or whether heroes create times. But I know that now there is an opportunity to create our own legend.
Head west, all the way west!
Since Master Xuanyang opened the West of the Fertile Continent tens of thousands of years ago, we have only one choice, and that is... to the west!
I know, this is difficult. But I am 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 opening up the sea to create contemporary legends together!
Use our hands and wisdom to open an era that belongs to us!"
After Zhang Hao finished speaking, everything was quiet. After a while, someone asked: "But...but...what if we fail?"
Zhang Hao turned around and saw that he was from a weapon refining hall of Jiuyang Sect. But Zhang Hao didn't say anything. He just looked at the person quietly and then turned to look at the 14 steel pillars in front.
"You..." The man was angry.
But Zhang Xinhan waved his hand lightly, interrupted the other party, and said to Zhang Hao: "Master Zhang is right, we can't give up because of the slightest difficulty or dissatisfaction.
Me, stay!
However, I am staying in my personal capacity. Fellow practitioners of Jiuyang Sect, whether you stay or leave, you don’t need to consider me."
The atmosphere was a bit dull. Some people were excited by what Zhang Hao said, while others were embarrassed to leave.
Zhou Jue spoke: "I also want to try the feeling of creating a legend."
With that said, he walked towards Zhang Hao; Zhou Xueyao was also following him.
With Zhou Jue taking the lead, Zhang Xinhan also walked towards Zhang Hao; then, more people moved. But some people stayed where they were, and some did not agree with Zhang Hao's statement.
The master from the Jiuyang Sect's Weapon Refining Hall just now sneered: "I agree with the legend you mentioned, but don't think too highly of yourself. The entire West of the Fertile Continent has left legends, and you can pick them up with just your fingers.
Count them up.
And those who can’t be counted are those who are pretentious!
Farewell!"
After that, he turned around and left.
If there are those who take the lead, there will be those who will follow. In fact, excluding those from the Xuantie Factory, the majority of those who leave are still there; but among those who remain, the cultivation level is relatively high.
Zhang Xinhan stayed, Lu Yang, Xiao Xiao stayed, some masters from the Weapon Refining Guild stayed, Zhou Jue and Zhou Xueyao stayed. In addition, a small number of people from Jiuyang Sect also stayed.
Looking at what was left behind, Zhang Hao smiled: "Thank you for your trust. Since I said I want to create a legend, I naturally have a basis and confidence.
Someone, bring the tools up!"
Huang Mingshan and others each held a plate with various tools needed to make magic weapons. This was the first public appearance of Huang Mingshan and others, and the tools were also the 'tools' that Zhang Hao showed to everyone.
A tool to shape your own legend.
Zhang Hao personally picked up a beveled carving knife and brought it to Zhang Xinhan: "Senior, please taste it."