Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 141 The first weapon refining session

Jiang Su was silent for a moment.

Suddenly he stared at the banker who was setting up the gambling game in the audience, and said with absolute certainty, "I'm going to the Qi Dao, it doesn't count as me leaving the ring."

"..."

The dealer forced a smile on his lips, "Of course...it doesn't count, right, you didn't lose." He felt a chill on his back.

Although I really want to have the final say and pocket this large bag of primeval stones.

Jiang Su got up and flew to the Qi Dao Arena opposite.

Now the monks from the two groups were talking about it.

"It's not unusual for a fallen immortal to sneak in, but why did this person choose her to be the leader of both? I don't believe there is someone who is proficient in both weapon refining and alchemy refining."

"Hey, Bai Xiaosheng, buy me a copy of this person's information."

"Okay, five middle-grade Yuan stones, here they are for you."

Jiang Su looked gloomy, staring directly at Bai Xiaosheng in the audience, and then looked at his opponent.

I saw that this man had already entered the state, his expression was solemn and serious, and his every move showed his proficiency in the art of weapon refining.

The orthodox weapon-refining furnace was already on fire. In order to make better magic weapons, it naturally couldn't be stopped suddenly. This was also the reason why she didn't go to alchemy yet.

The quality of a refining tool depends on its grade, quality, and function.

In full view of everyone, she took out her alchemy furnace that was full of black ash.

The whole house was in an uproar.

"Holy crap? She uses an alchemy furnace to refine weapons? What is she doing? Is she a professional?"

"I saw her identity information. She is a medical practitioner named Jiang Su, a monk from the Shifang Sect in the Land of Southern Fire."

"It's normal for doctors to practice elixirs. What the hell is she doing when she refines weapons?"

"No matter what, if you are interested, come and place bets. It is always a profitable business."

Jinhuayu didn't know Jiang Su's skill in weapon refining. She only heard from her elder brother Jin Longyu that this man was also quite accomplished in weapon refining and had strange ideas.

"Since the eldest brother praised the little master, she should be very good at refining weapons. Let me do it for five rounds first."

Suddenly, a red sleeve brushed beside him, and a bulging money bag fell on the table, with a low voice, "Ten rounds of pressing."

Jin Huayu subconsciously looked at the monk and saw a crying mask on his head.

……

In the arena.

Jiang Su casually scanned the materials around him, and found only five kinds, one for each of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Even the quality was this ordinary middle-grade fairy material.

She sighed deeply and murmured, "A low-grade magic weapon with all five elements needs to be useful and of good quality. It's not easy to get."

She simply threw all the materials into the alchemy furnace, made a hand with her fingertips to summon the five fires, and threw them into the fire door at the same time.

The weapon cultivator opposite seemed to feel her flames. He looked up in an instant and saw the alchemy furnace and the ordinary fire of the five elements. Then he curled his lips and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Su didn't notice.

She already had a plan to refine something in her mind, and was concentrating on fabricating the shape of the magical weapon in the furnace.

Time passed bit by bit.

At a certain moment, the weapon repairman on the opposite side suddenly turned off.

He stood up slowly and stood next to the refining furnace. He took out a pair of iron tongs and a small carving knife, and turned on the furnace.

He took out a sword from it with iron pincers.

The sword body is bright and shiny, and the hilt is made of ancient silver, thick and simple, without any lines or patterns.

This sword is already fully formed and has gone through the entire process in the furnace, which is different from the sword-making techniques of ordinary craftsmen.

The repairman took a small carving knife, measured the size with his fingers, and began to carve patterns on it. There was discussion in the audience.

"The technique of this artificial sword is different from our ordinary weapon cultivation. It does not go through any tempering method, and is completely refined in the furnace with flames. It must have a unique inheritance."

"Indeed, look at his sword. The blade is thick but sharp, and the surface is as smooth as water. There is only one word that can sum it up: clean."

"In the past, the most basic point of forging divine swords was to be clean in the early stages. No wonder he dared to be the first to enter the ring. It turned out to be a bit confident. I think the green-robed champion probably has no power to fight back."

Jinhuayu didn't understand the process of refining these weapons at all. He could only compare them to the process of elixir refining demonstrated to him by Jiang Su in the stone chamber. He was worried, "Why doesn't this cause thunder disaster?!"

After hearing this, a person on the side responded with a voice that only two people could hear, "Only the most evil, evil and resentful magic weapon will be struck by lightning."

Jinhuayu was startled and looked at the man in the red mask with confusion, "Then if a nearly magical magical weapon is refined to the end, it won't cause thunder?"

The man said firmly, "No."

"Elixirs are related to life, and they are both medical and poisonous, so there will be thunder disasters. A magic weapon is a weapon. Unless the blood debt and resentment condenses, at any time, it is only related to the user."

Jinhuayu suddenly realized, "Yes, the elixir itself is poisonous and has healing effects, but the magic weapon itself is not good or bad, it only depends on how the monk uses it!"

He suddenly put on a bright smile and said, "This fellow Taoist is really amazing, he actually knows such truth."

no respond.

"..."

Jinhuayu touched her nose nonchalantly, muttering in her heart, why is this person so weird?

On the stage.

The monk opposite has finished refining his sword, and is chopping the air casually. The sword is rustling as he shows his achievements to the people in the audience.

The weapon cultivator looked at the girl in green who was still sitting cross-legged across from him with pride, and smiled sarcastically, "This fellow Taoist, even though he doesn't understand one cultivation method, he actually wants to compete with multiple methods. One bottle is not enough, and half the bottle is swaying. How ridiculous.”

next moment.

Jiang Su suddenly stood up unsteadily from the ground and kept stamping his feet, "Hey - why are your legs numb? Is it too cold today?"

Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the monks in the sunny sky...

"Fellow Taoist, are you okay?" Qi Xiu urged.

Jiang Su tilted his head, looked at his opponent, and said calmly, "Of course it's fine."

He smiled contemptuously, "Okay, then take out the magic weapon and let's have a test."

"How to compare?"

The weapon cultivator smiled even brighter, "Are you refining a weapon?"

"Yes."

"Then let's test each other's effects."

Jiang Su frowned slightly and said coldly, "Are you sure you want us to try it on each other?"

The weapon cultivator was already a little impatient, "Yes, why are you still asking, maybe you didn't succeed in refining the magic weapon?"

He tightened his grip on his cloud-patterned sword, quickly approached, raised his hand with a sudden leap and was about to slash at Jiang Su, and said viciously, "Let me try it, hahaha!"

Jiang Su silently took a step back, took out a gun, and pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

"..." The whole place was silent.

A big black hole suddenly appeared in the chest of this cultivator, through which the scenery behind him could be seen.

The large hole gradually oozed blood and became a blood hole.

Qi Xiu's legs weakened and he fell backwards. The sword fell beside him with a crisp sound.

The girl in green on the stage slowly lowered her arm holding the black iron musket, her eyelids were lowered, and she looked indifferently at the monk who fell to the ground.

He said calmly, "Fellow Taoist, times have changed."