I want to see the owner.
"No wonder Young Master Shi was so confident to ask for an Eighth Grade Blacksmith. He actually got a piece of Coldsteel Stone!"
"Coldsteel Stone is so precious. It's a waste to give it to a Seventh Grade Blacksmith!"
"It's too hard to find on the market. It's said that a hundred-year-old Coldsteel Stone weighs 50 Xuan Crystals per gram.
Even so, no one is willing to buy it. "
"The Coldsteel Stone in Young Master Shi's hand is so big. Its value is immeasurable …"
The hall was in an uproar. Countless envious eyes gathered on Shi Xiang. He enjoyed it very much. He thought he was the happiest person in Upper Lin City.
With the Coldsteel Stone, he was not afraid that he couldn't ask the Eighth Grade Blacksmith in Star Refining Tower.
It was Shi Xiang's honor to ask the Eighth Grade Blacksmith to help him!
Qin Hao in the crowd shook his head.
When did Coldsteel Stone become so valuable?
Although it was indeed very precious, not all kinds of geological formations could produce Coldsteel Stone.
Geological formations that could produce Coldsteel Stone were extremely difficult to find!
The longer it was produced, the more precious it was!
However, low-grade Coldsteel Stone was far less valuable in the desolate Western Liang than in the Southern Mountain Range. Its price was also not as exaggerated as the rumors said.
A hundred-year-old Coldsteel cost 50 Xuan Crystals per gram?
And no one is willing to buy it?
If Qin Hao took out the Ten Millennia Coldsteel King from his ring, wouldn't all the warriors here be scared to death?
The Ten Millennia Coldsteel King was found in the underground world where Vivian was sealed.
In order to excavate the entrance to the underground world, Merchant Union Councilman Hai Dafu almost went bankrupt!
Qin Hao's Ten Millennia Coldsteel King was as tall as a hundred zhang. It was as thick as a mountain and was indestructible!
In the end, he relied on Wu Lida's Sky Extinction Spear to shoot out Sky Extinction Golden Flame to break the original Coldsteel King and open the entrance to the underground world!
However, the inside of the endless tunnel was also made up of Ten Millennia Coldsteel …
At this time, Qin Hao took out a finger-sized Coldsteel Coldsteel King and it was enough to defeat Shi Xiang and destroy his vanity.
As for the century-old Winter Iron, in Qin Hao's eyes, it was no different from trash!
Shi Xiang, on the other hand, did not think so. Right now, he was very proud of himself. He was swimming in the envious gazes of the crowd.
He confidently pointed at the manager of the No. 2 Registration Office and said, "I want Master Ganjiang from the ninth floor of the Star Refining Tower. I completely trust Master Ganjiang's superb craftsmanship."
Shi Xiang didn't think that he would be rejected by Master Ganjiang if he had a bowl-sized piece of 100-year Frost Iron.
Forging a rare Divine Soldier was also the lifelong dream of every refiner!
Now, Shi Xiang was willing to give Master Ganjiang the chance to become famous!
"Could it be that I was mistaken? Is a rank eight blacksmith of the Star Refining Tower really so degrading?"
Qin Hao continued to mumble.
Before coming here, he had always thought that the masters of the Star Forging Pavilion had extremely high requirements for materials.
At this time, Shi Xiang took out a piece of trash, which could also invite an eighth grade high rank blacksmith.
How depraved!
It was too depraved!
To put it bluntly, Qin Hao couldn't even be bothered to refine the piece of trash that Shi Xiang had taken out.
Although crafting wasn't Qin Hao's specialty, Dendi had at least been a qualified low-level royal blacksmith in his previous life.
When his cultivation base had recovered to the level of a Yuan Monarch, Qin Hao had already been able to forge a grade-eight king-level weapon!
With the support of the Red Lotus Tyrannical Fire, combined with his knowledge and crafting experience from his previous life, Qin Hao could even attempt to refine a sub-royal weapon that was comparable to a low-level royal weapon.
Qin Hao didn't dare say that his crafting techniques were amazing, nor did he dare say that his products were sharp. There were countless strong blacksmiths out there.
However, among the weapons below the level of an emperor weapon, Qin Hao's weapons were rarely a match for them.
This was Qin Hao's confidence!
"I'm sorry, Young Master Shi. Master Ganjiang has taken on a lot of business recently. He is currently very busy on the ninth floor. He hasn't rested for half a month, so I'm afraid he can't refine your sword!"
The supervisor of the second registration area said helplessly with a trace of regret on his face.
The 100-year Cold Iron wasn't considered the best crafting material, but it should have been able to tempt Master Ganjiang during normal times.
Shi Xiang could only blame his bad luck!
"This …"
Shi Xiang was startled. His expression became dispirited as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. "Alas, Grandmaster Ganjiang is indeed the senior with the most brilliant refining skills other than Tower Lord Gu. It's unavoidable that he has been busy for half a month without rest.
Alright, I'll take a step back and let Master Ziya on the ninth floor forge my product! "
Master Ziya on the ninth floor was also a grade-eight blacksmith.
However, his rank was one grade lower than Ganjiang's. He was a mid-grade grade-eight blacksmith.
What made Shi Xiang fearful was that this person's character wasn't very good. He always liked to embezzle materials from other blacksmiths.
This made Shi Xiang feel very insecure.
Shi Xiang was very afraid that old man Ziya would secretly embezzle his 100-year Cold Iron when he was crafting, causing the quality of his product to shrink and the strength to be less than ideal. That would be terrible!
"I'm sorry, Young Master Shi. Master Ziya can't forge for you. A few days ago, he secretly drank a bottle of Thousand Days Drunk from Tower Master, and then … you know!" Three drops of awkward sweat appeared on the supervisor's forehead.
"Thousand Days Drunk …"
Shi Xiang glared at him.
One mouthful of this thing could make one drunk for a thousand days.
Old man Ziya wouldn't wake up at least three to five years later.
Moreover, after drinking the whole bottle, he might not wake up for the rest of his life.
"Why am I so unlucky? Forget it. Let Master Kuang Tie forge for me, okay?
I believe Master Kuang Tie must have a lot of time! "
Shi Xiang clenched his teeth and could only concede again and again.
When Kuang Tie was mentioned, the faces of all the surrounding martial artists changed.
Because this Master Kuang Tie's character was even worse than old man Ziya's. Not only did he like to embezzle materials, but he also raised the price abruptly. He was the most unreliable grade-eight blacksmith on the ninth floor of the Star Refining Tower.
Moreover, he was the most basic grade-eight blacksmith!
But Shi Xiang had no other choice.
Gan Jiang's business might not be completed even after the New Year.
When old man Ziya woke up … Forget it, he might not wake up for the rest of his life!
Right now, only Kuang Tie was idle!
Kuang Tie was Shi Xiang's only candidate. He couldn't find a grade-seven blacksmith, right?
If that was the case, he might as well not forge!
"Okay, I'll arrange for Master Kuang Tie for you. I believe Master Kuang Tie will be very excited when he knows he has a business. After all, he has been idle for three years!"
The supervisor ignored Shi Xiang's black face and waved his brush to fill in the form for his cousin.
Hearing that Kuang Tie had been idle for three years, Shi Xiang felt a little regretful.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Shi Xiang couldn't break the contract. Once he did, not only would the materials be confiscated by the Star Refining Tower, but he would also have to pay three times the commission!
Therefore, Shi Xiang, who felt that he was the luckiest person in the Upper Lin City, dragged his heavy footsteps toward Kuang Tie's crafting room on the ninth floor. At this moment, he felt darkness in front of him and became the most unlucky person in the world.
"Little brother, what grade of weapon do you want to forge?" At this time, Qin Hao heard a call.
It was the supervisor of Registration Office No. 1.
The three martial artists in front of Qin Hao had all finished their registration. Unknowingly, it was Qin Hao's turn.
Looking in the direction of the voice, the supervisor in charge of receiving Qin Hao was in his early thirties. He was still very young.
Perhaps he sympathized with Qin Hao's experience and was inexplicably threatened by Shi Xiang, the supervisor's voice was very gentle.
"Big brother supervisor, I'm not here to forge weapons. I want to talk to Master Gu. Can you arrange it for me?" Qin Hao stated his purpose. He wanted to meet the owner of the building.