Chapter 145 Legend (5)

"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."

Zhang Xinhan: ...

"What's the matter?" Seeing Zhang Xinhan staring at him blankly, Zhang Hao felt a little nervous. Any questions?

Zhang Xinhan sighed: "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 said that, Zhang Xinhan showed a wry smile on his face, "Normal finished magic weapon has formations added in the later stage. It can improve the original performance a lot, usually by a small level.

Calculated in this way, the quality of these black iron pillars should actually reach the quality of a high-grade magic weapon. "

"Oh..." Zhang Hao responded, "It seems that the chisel that the senior used just now didn't have the blessing of formation?"

You mention this and I want to hit you! Zhang Xinhan resisted the impulse and said: "The seal cutting formation requires precision. If there is a formation blessing, there will be uncontrollable changes and some unknown disturbances."

"So that's how it is." Zhang Hao was stunned and learned a little more.

Zhang Xinhan looked at his broken chisel, put it away carefully with heartache, and took out a small carving knife. The whole body of this carving knife is dark, and the cutting edge has a little indigo blue luster. Zhang Xinhan squatted down again and carved on the steel pillar.

But there was a stabbing sound, and sparks flew up.

Zhang Xinhan stood up, his face darkened. The carving knife in his hand was fine, but there was only a hair-thin scratch on the steel pillar.

The corner of Zhang Xinhan's mouth trembled, "Master Zhang, I... I'm afraid I won't be able to make this thing. Your black iron is too hard, I... can't do anything."

Not only Zhang Xinhan, but Lu Yang and Zhou Jue who were next to him also came. Zhou Jue said, "Brother Shi, this is the first time I've seen such a hard black iron."

Zhang Hao frowned slightly: "Brother Zhou, don't Nine Suns Sect or Xinglin Hall have Lingbao-level items?"

"There are. But..." Zhou Jue looked at the fourteen pillars that pierced into the sky, speechless, "There are not many Lingbao-level items after all, and the black iron pillars right now are really... too It's big. I'm afraid it won't be finished in two years.

And it is impossible for us to do nothing for two years, just eat iron pillars here. "

As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, he looked at the expressions of the people around him, and his tone became a little high-pitched: "What's the matter, everyone, things are difficult, so you start to retreat?"

Everyone's faces flashed unhappy, but they couldn't refute what Zhang Hao said.

Zhang Hao stood upright, and glanced at the crowd coldly, "Everyone, if you want to leave now, I won't say anything. But I have a few words, but I don't say anything quickly.

We've all heard some legends.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, the west of Fertile Land was a barren land with high mountains, dense forests, and monsters and beasts;

However, there was a senior called "Xuanyang Daoist" who was cultivated at the early stage of Yuanying, and he bravely ventured into the wilderness with only a few followers. The hard way and blue strands opened the west of the continent of fertile soil. And established the practitioner's first foothold in the West.

Today, this foothold has developed into the 'Xuanzhen Sect' and has become a holy place in the west of Fertile Land Continent.

For tens of thousands of years, the reputation of Xuanzhen Sect has never fallen! "

"It is also said that thousands of years ago, in the northern country of Yanyun, there was a group of dragons and horses that no one could tame. Once the group of dragons and horses were arrested, they would shatter their demon cores.

But there was one person who went deep into the dragon and horse group alone; a year later, he actually got the loyalty of the entire dragon and horse group.

Three years later, he established the first generation of Yanyun Kingdom. With the dragon horse cavalry, it swept thousands of miles, and hundreds of families and sects succumbed to the iron hoof of the dragon horse.

He is the ancestor of the country of Yanyun, Yanyun; after the founding of the country, he named a country after himself.

In the ten thousand years since then, although there have been many ups and downs and dynasties in the country of Yanyun, the royal family has always been the descendants of the Yan family and has never left behind! "

"Recently, we also have a legend here. That is, Xinglin Hall, Zhou Shuhai! With the power of one person, he propped up the sky of the Qixia Kingdom, and even the west of the Fertile Land Continent!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hao glanced at the crowd, and said in a majestic tone, "I don't know whether the times make the heroes or the heroes make the times. But I know that there is an opportunity right now to create our own legend.

Go west, all the way west!

Tens of thousands of years ago, when Master Xuanyang opened the land of fertile soil to the west, we have only one choice, and that is...to the west!

I know, it's difficult. But I am not afraid of difficulties!

If you want to leave, I will not stop; but I will continue to invite like-minded people who are interested in exploring the sea to create contemporary legends together!

Use our hands and wisdom to start an era that belongs to us! "

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, the surroundings were quiet. After a while, someone asked: "But...but...what if it fails?"

Zhang Hao turned his head and looked, it turned out to be from a refining hall of Jiuyangzong. But Zhang Hao didn't speak, just glanced at the other party quietly, then turned to look at the 14 steel pillars in front of him.

"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 retreat just because of a little difficulty or something that doesn't go our way.

Me, stay!

However, I stayed on in my personal capacity. Fellow practitioners of Nine Yang Sect, whether you stay or leave, don't think about me. "

The atmosphere was a bit dull. Some people were excited by what Zhang Hao said, while others were embarrassed to leave.

Zhou Jue said, "I also want to try the feeling of creating a legend."

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhang Hao; Zhou Xueyao was still following him.

With Zhou Jue taking the lead, Zhang Xinhan also walked towards Zhang Hao; after that, more people moved. But some people stayed where they were, and some didn't agree with Zhang Hao's statement.

Just now, the master of the Nine Yang Sect's Artifact Refining Hall sneered: "I agree with the legend you said, but don't think too highly of yourself. The legends left in the west of the Fertile Land Continent can be easily picked up by your fingers." count them.

And those who cannot be counted are those who are pretentious!

farewell! "

After all, turn around and leave.

Where there are leaders, there are followers. In fact, not counting those from the Xuantie Factory, the majority of those who left were surprisingly high; but among those who remained, their cultivation bases were relatively high.

Zhang Xinhan stayed, Lu Yang and Xiao Xiao stayed, some masters from the Refining Guild stayed, Zhou Jue and Zhou Xueyao stayed. Also, there are less than half of the Nine Yang Sect's people left behind.

Looking at what was left behind, Zhang Hao smiled: "Thank you for your trust. Since I said that I want to create a legend, I have a basis and confidence.

Come on, bring the tools up! "

Huang Mingshan and the others each held a plate on which were placed various tools needed to make magic weapons. This is the first public appearance of Huang Mingshan and others, and that tool is also the 'tool' that Zhang Hao showed to everyone.

One, a tool for shaping one's own legend.

Zhang Hao personally picked up a slanted carving knife and brought it to Zhang Xinhan: "Please taste it, senior."