My Sister is Tianzun

"Your process is wrong!"

A word, clearly audible, fell into Zhao Gangan's ears, and the old man was hunching his waist to lift the tripod, but the movement stopped at this time.

Turning his head and glanced at his eyes: "It's your kid who is talking."

Chen Ze didn't have any expressions, but Zhao Anchu was surprised: "Do you know this stuff too?"

"Understand a little."

Miss Zhao obviously didn't believe it very much. Chen Ze had already shown a very strong talent in the alchemy, and the key cultivation was not bad. How could a person have so many areas of mind and energy.

Zhao Gangan, who was called the third old man by Zhao Anchu, came up over there with excitement on his face: "Boy, you said my process was wrong, do you know the correct process?"

"Grandpa, don't be fooled by this guy." Zhao Anchu rarely calls Zhao Gangan as grandpa, unless he has something to ask him.

Now, that's it.

First, I don't want my grandfather to make a fool of himself in front of Chen Ze.

Second, I don't want Grandpa to embarrass Chen Ze.

After all, Chen Ze is now the target of the Zhao family's eagerness to win. He just got to the Zhao family and saved the family's face, and the gain was not worth the loss.

However, this woman is still full of arrogance, and she doesn't intend to lose out in front of Chen Ze.

"Go here! The eldest is not young and he doesn’t find someone to marry him. If he cultivates all day long, wouldn’t it be okay to hug me with the next cub? You have your second grandfather and great-great-great-grandchildren, and I haven’t even seen a great-grandchild. ."

The three old men directly pushed Zhao Anchu to once, and smiled flatly: "Young man, you can tell me quickly, what's wrong with my process?"

Chen Ze smiled and said: "In fact, it's not wrong, but the temperature control is a little worse. If I read it right, the main material in the furnace equipment of the old man is purple heart iron, flow spar."

Zhao Gangan lighted like a kowtow: "Yes, not bad. At a glance, I can see that the main material I use is somewhat basic."

"Purple heart iron needs a temperature of at least 8,000 degrees, that is, the white flame in the sacred fire. Did you reach it when you were refining it?" Chen Ze asked.

"White, this...My Qi Ding's rank is a bit lower, I can't hold it." Zhao Gangan was a little embarrassed.

He was obsessed with refining tools all his life, but unfortunately the resources allocated to him by the Zhao family were all devoted to it, and part of his son’s was also used, but he had never trained a decent treasure.

Qi Ding, now using the third-order treasure weapon level.

"The temperature of the white sacred fire requires at least the fifth-order treasure, which is already the top existence among the treasures. If the three old men can refine the fifth-order treasure, will they still blow up here?"

Zhao Anchu is also mercilessly burying his grandfather.

"Shut up, what do you do when you come back? I'm upset when I see you."

Zhao Gangan's face was dark, but this was also his pain.

The old man knew that his spiritual talent was not good enough, so he entered the Tao of Qi. But I didn't make a big achievement in my whole life, and it became a sore spot.

Chen Ze didn't intend to change the swords of the grandparents and grandchildren, and smiled: "Senior, with the financial resources of the Zhao family, it won't be a problem to get you a Tier 5 treasure."

"He has no money!" Zhao Anchu said: "This Tier 3 guy doesn't know how to make it out of shit. It's precious. I usually don't want to use it to refine other things, so why didn't it blow up directly this time. "

This granddaughter, black-hearted little padded jacket.

The three old men stared at their granddaughter in anger, what could be done?

hit?

Can't beat.

Relying on the old to sell the old?

Zhao Anchu is not a person who respects the elderly either.

"This is your fault. The so-called workman must first sharpen his tools. If he has a handy tool, he may not be able to make a difference in the way."

Seeing Chen Ze speaking for himself, the three old men liked them very much.

"That is, my foundation has been consolidated after so many years of polishing. The last time I refined a Tier 3 treasure, it was just a little bit worse. It's not because the device is not good."

Zhao Anchu disdainfully said: "You can pull it down, people don't even need a pot that is a powerful refining device."

"Nonsense! The refining device is not a pill refining, so how can it be possible that a device cauldron is not needed."

Uh…

Chen Ze touched his nose, as if he didn't need it.

"Boy, although you pointed out my possible mistakes, there is no way to verify it without the cauldron. Okay, let's go, old man, I have to clean up this place."

Chen Ze saw that this old man really likes refining tools, and said, "Master, let me help you."

"It's meaningless, the equipment has cooled down, and the divinity is completely ineffective," the old man said.

Chen Ze didn't speak, he raised his hand and grabbed the mouthpiece cauldron and cleaned up the remnants of the equipment inside. Then the divine fire appeared in his palm and began to temper the cauldron.

The third old man felt distressed when he saw this, and wanted to step forward to stop him, but was held back by Zhao Anchu: "Don't bother with it. His cultivation base is higher than mine, and you can't stop it."

"That's not okay, I'm just this one baby. Although it's a pottery pot, it's also the pinnacle of my life." Zhao Gangan anxiously.

Zhao Anchu disagrees: "It's good if he scraps it for you, and you will save the refining equipment in the future. It's okay to spend time with my grandma."

"Bah! Both of us are this age and can't spend it anymore. Don't you still want a little uncle?" Each of the old men was right.

Zhao Anchu turned his face away disgustingly, feeling depressed in his heart. The fame of their father and daughter was all overwhelmed by this unreliable grandfather. This is also the reason why the father and daughter of the Zhao family are willing to use their resources in exchange for equipment to squander the old man.

Only a refining device can make him embarrassed by not running around.

Here, Chen Ze's refinement of the instrument cauldron has also reached the final step. The entire instrument cauldron is glowing red, and Chen Ze has erased all the original Taoism on it, and he has begun to rebrand the cauldron with his powerful spiritual consciousness.

This kind of treasure that has touched the rules uses not only ordinary Qi Dao array patterns, but also needs to be transformed into one’s Dao rules and comprehension.

This is also the biggest reason why it is difficult for a master refiner to succeed.

"It's so superb texture, I can't understand it." Zhao Gan muttered to himself.

Zhao Anchu also looked surprised. Seeing Chen Ze knowing how to refine the cauldron, could this guy really fail to refine the cauldron?

At the end of the last process, Chen Ze recovered his supernatural power and put down the pot.

At this time, the Qi Ding was smaller than before, and the whole body was dark, but there was a vaguely invisible aura covering the surface.

Zhao Qiangan leaned forward and reached out to touch, feeling a warmth of his own.

"This rank..."

Zhao Anchu also came closer and took a closer look, but she was not very sensitive to the rank of the treasure. Especially the Qigong, although it is a treasure, it does not have the charm of ordinary treasures, so it is difficult to distinguish.

"It's Tier 7!"

Zhao Gangan measured it for a long time and finally gave his own judgment.

The seventh-order treasure is a category beyond treasure, but because in the acquired treasures, besides the artificially refined treasures, it is the kind of treasure that is made by accident and condenses the world.

Such as the Order of the Gods.

The acquired treasure, Tier 5 is already the limit.

No matter how strong it is, it is not without, but it requires some very special circumstances.

For example, refining in some special extreme environments, or accidentally blending into Taoism during refining.

Obviously, the mouthpiece tripod now belongs to the latter situation.

When Chen Ze was refining, he blended into his own Tao and sentiment.