MTL - Eight Desolate Sword God-Chapter 7 Gold stitches

"Call..."

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and pinched one of his hands to the mark. According to the attack pattern of the golden needle, he controlled the soul of the body to consolidate the formation.

The golden stitch can be said to be the lowest level of attack, consisting of two attacking patterns.

But the morning of Ye Chenfeng is too low, the soul of the body is too weak, and it is very difficult to gather the pattern. If it is not the soul of his cultivation, it is enough to go against the sky, the recovery speed is far better than the general soul, with his realm strength. It is impossible to support the consumption of condensed formations.

After about half an hour later, the two attacking patterns were condensed in the topaz of the paper, forming a sharp, fuzzy gold needle.

Condensation of the formation is only the first step. In order to make the golden needle have a terrible attack power, the beastly blood, the star sand, the best cinnabar and other materials must be condensed into the pattern to stimulate the most powerful force of the formation.

"Blood blood."

Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes and restored the soul power consumed. He released the soul force and injected it into the blood of the beast. According to the method of concise the golden needle, the animal blood was melted into the formation.

As the mark on his hands is getting faster and faster, the beast blood seems to be alive, quickly condensing in the air, and rushing into the formation.

The gold needle pattern is small, but it combines the blood of the beasts, but the power contained is amazing. Ye Chenfeng has no doubt that if the gold needle pattern is successfully conquered, it is enough to kill the ordinary illusionist.

After about ten minutes, Ye Chenfeng felt that the blood of the beast was gradually stabilized and began to incorporate other materials into the pattern.

The continuous integration process is the most difficult and most critical part of refining the array. A slight mistake will fall short.

At first, under the control of Ye Chenfeng's soul force, the fusion of the characters was relatively smooth, but slowly, the soul power quickly consumed him, and his soul showed some undulations.

And this subtle soul fluctuation directly leads to the failure of the fusion of the characters and turns into a fly ash.

"Failed."

Looking at the ashes of the topaz paper, Ye Chenfeng sighed helplessly, and the three thousand and two silvers were so squandered. If you were in peacetime, you couldn’t spend so much money a year.

"Refining the array is too much money, the average person can not afford." Ye Chenfeng shook his head, muttered to himself.

With a failed experience, Ye Chenfeng immediately summed up the experience of failure and looked for the shortcomings and problems of his own refinement.

Because the soul power can't be improved in a short time, he wants the success of the refining, he must try to reduce the mistakes, save unnecessary soul power consumption, and have the hope of success.

After more than an hour, Ye Chenfeng's soul was restored to its original state, and his own state was adjusted to the best. When the time was ripe, he began to refine the golden stitch.

Although Ye Chenfeng summed up the experience of failure, at the last moment, he still had a small deviation due to lack of soul power, which led to mistakes in the fusion of the formation and a loss.

"Failed again, three thousand and two silvers are gone." Looking at the golden needles that turned into ash, Ye Chenfeng wanted to cry without tears.

"嘭...Failed."

"Failed again..."

"Failed again!!"

Ye Chenfeng summed up his experience and refined the golden stitches, but his luck was too bad. He failed for eight times, and the materials for refining the golden needles were almost exhausted.

But with eight failures, Ye Chenfeng has a lot of skill in condensing his formations, and his speed is much faster.

In just twenty minutes, he condensed the soul of the line, condensed in the topaz of the paper, began to control the blood of the beast, and Tian Xingsha and other materials into the formation,

In the process of fusion of the characters, Ye Chenfeng, who suffered from the serious consumption of the soul, felt the vertigo again, which led to a slight disorder in the gold needle array, which was almost a loss.

In anxious, Ye Chenfeng bit his tongue and tried to restore himself to a sober, stable and disordered pattern of control.

"Call, good risk, almost failed."

After the streaks were stabilized, Ye Chenfeng, who had sweat on his forehead, took a sigh of relief, and his heart whispered to himself.

If you fail again, the loss will be even greater, and he will not have a chance to make a comeback.

After another five minutes, when Ye Chenfeng's soul force is about to run out, suddenly, a golden light is mapped on the surface of the topaz paper, and the golden needle is finally formed.

"Success, finally succeeded."

Looking at the golden needles floating in front of the eyes, the excessive consumption of the brain, the morning sun stunned Ye Chenfeng spit out a smoldering gas, revealing a deep surprise color.

With this golden needle, all his efforts have been rewarded, and the high-intensity refining of the golden needles, Ye Chenfeng's control of the soul is stronger, and the soul is more concise.

"I don't know how much silver this gold pin can sell. I think it should be 50,000 yuan."

Ye Chenfeng grew up in the leaf parents, knowing that the general quality of the characters can sell 100,000 silver, the character of the teacher's hand, the value is higher.

And Ye Chenfeng’s inherited inheritance far exceeds the Zijin National Order. He believes that the refinement of his own, regardless of value or quality, is not comparable to those on the market.

But because he has no fame and is a beginner, he sets the price of the needle in the heart to a very low level. He only needs to be recognized and earn his own cost price.

"I hope that Baidi City has people who know the goods, otherwise I will fall into the predicament again." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself.

In the morning, there was a thin rose-colored morning glow in the east. Ye Chenfeng, with a human skin mask, walked in the soft morning light and walked into the three-story building. The shape of the pagoda stood at the door with two prestige meteorites. The lion's white clouds shop.

"This son, I don't know what you want to buy?"

Although Ye Chenfeng is very plain-fashioned, the man is shorter than the adult, but the Baiyun shop is very good, a light-painted makeup, wearing a white lotus cheongsam, will be very charming and charming. The young woman, swaying **** waist, came over and asked with a pleasant voice.

"I want to sell a line of characters, don't you know that you are in the Baiyun shop?"

Ye Chenfeng looked at the tall, charming young woman, and said to the door.

"Array!"

The young woman’s brow gently twitched. She glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who was wearing a loose robes and her face was strange. She felt that he was not like a prank. He said, “I don’t know how you got the avatar. The hand of the master?”

"The source of this array is forgive me for not being able to tell me, I wonder if your store is willing to accept it?" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and asked.

"Well, son, please come with me after the church, I am going to invite us to the Baiyun store's array appraisers. As for the fact that he can't accept it, I can't do it." The young woman hesitated, still took him. Go to the back hall of Baiyun shop.