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Chapter 48: The Heavenly Fire Forged the Flying Sword

"Yes, yes, as long as Mr. Ye, you can help me, let alone this mineral source, it doesn't matter if you send you a few more mineral sources!"

When Bao Dafu heard this, a look of joy appeared in his heart. Although he was also guessing the value of the mineral source, compared with his entire Bao family.

He still felt that the lives of hundreds of people in his Bao family were more important, and he didn't think he had the ability to defend the mine source that Guitou Sect had occupied.

It would be better to just give Ye Han a favor and give this mineral source to Ye Han so that they can take this opportunity to hug Ye Han's thighs, so that their Bao family will not have to be afraid of those warriors.

After all, being able to get along with a strong man in the innate realm will bring unexpected benefits to his Bao family.

And maybe if his father Bao Taisui knew what he did, he might have happily changed the name of the will to him Bao Dafu.

Of course, the premise is that his father Bao Taisui woke up, but with Ye Han, a powerful man in the innate realm, even if his father Bao Taisui did not wake up, his Bao family would be his.

Bao Dafu was sure of this in his heart. After all, he was not a vegetarian, and he still had this little ability, otherwise his father Bao Taisui would not value him these things.

"I understand. When this matter is finished, I will go to find you!"

When Ye Han heard this, he glanced at Bao Dafu indifferently, then waved his hand and signaled that they could leave.

He was sure of Bao Dafu's agreement. After all, for people like Bao Dafu, no matter how good the spirit stone is, there is no money to them.

"We will retreat first and will not disturb you, Mr. Ye."

Wang Dahai and Bao Dafu said with a respectful look on their faces, then turned around and opened the door, closed it gently, and left here.

In the luxurious room, wait for Wang Dahai and the others to leave.

Ye Han sat cross-legged on the ground, and two flames appeared in front of him, one was the white with glorious power, and the other was the strange and serene black.

One is good and one is evil, one is white and one is black, the two flames chasing each other are like the yin and yang fish that are constantly chasing on the Tai Chi diagram, emitting mysterious rhythms that are indescribable.

Although the fireproof device on the room was not opened by the high temperature, you could also see the twisted air in front of Ye Han's body burned by the flames.

"Sky Fire Forging Device!"

"rise!"

Ye Han's expression was still as calm. Although he did not use this Tianhuo Forging Technique to refine weapons in a villa with forty times the spiritual energy in the outside world, he was confident.

He is confident that he can use the Tianhuo Forging Technique to make the Wannian Xuanbing Jade Chopstick his first flying sword in this life.

Ye Han looked extremely relaxed and pinched out a series of magic tricks. The two flames began to slowly merge with each other, and then they burst out and suddenly started to burn.

A huge wave of scorching air suddenly appeared, washing everything in the room, and the items in the room were immediately filled with a burnt smell.

But nothing was ignited, and the flames in the air became bigger and bigger, the temperature was getting higher and higher, and even the fireproof device almost exploded.

Ye Han waved his hand lightly, and a stream of innate true energy that emitted amazing chill came out of his palm, and the whole room instantly began to collapse a layer of three centimeters of ice.

"Hiss, who turned on the air conditioner, and it was still turned on so cold!"

The few rich people living in the room on the entire floor suddenly felt a sudden cold in the room. I thought they had accidentally turned on the air conditioner.

But after checking, they found that the air conditioner was not turned on at all: "It's strange, why does the weather in Hangzhou change just like that?"

Ye Han would not care about the coldness of the entire floor, after all, he was refining his first flying sword in his life.

"Go!" Ye Han waved his hand, and his innate true energy poured out, grabbed the thousands of years of Xuanbing Jade Cleaves and threw it into the flames that were burning in the air.

"The extreme of Yin, the extreme of Yang!"

"change!"

Ye Han let out a cold voice, increasing the output of the true energy of the flame that had already merged together, and then quickly pinched the magic trick in his hand again.

Bang!

The thousands of years of Xuanbing Jade Cleur made a crisp sound, and was directly roasted by the hot high temperature and broke into several pieces of different sizes.

But it was still wrapped in black and white flames and did not splash out.

"It's now!"

Ye Han glanced at the ten thousand-year-old black ice chalcedony that was broken into pieces, and pinched the magic trick in his hand again.

With a bang, the originally growing flame suddenly shrank to the size of a palm.

The temperature in the air was getting higher and higher, but it did not melt any ice in the room. Instead, it was locked around him by Ye Han.

The originally black and white flames slowly turned into gray flames, which Ye Han could clearly see, burning down by the gray flames.

The ten thousand-year-old black ice chalcedony broken into several pieces of different sizes is gradually melting into a mass of juice that can feel even through the high temperature.

"Change!"

Ye Han pinched out another trick, but it was more than ten times more complicated than before, and there were nearly a hundred tricks that Ye Han pinched out with one breath.

After thirty breaths, Ye Han pinched out nearly three thousand magic tricks without any fault, the juice transformed from the Thousand Years of Black Ice Jade Chopin gradually condensed into shape.

"It's time to brand the formation!" Looking at the Wannian Xuanbing Jade Chopin, who gradually condensed into a flying sword, Ye Han secretly said in his heart.

Then Ye Han's immortal consciousness emerged through his body, and a huge and inexplicable noble pressure emerged out of thin air.

Several wealthy people living on Ye Han's floor suddenly found that they could not move, as if the feeling of being watched by gods appeared in their hearts.

"Damn it, what's going on!"

"Mad, there will be no gods."

"It's not a ghost to press the bed!"

"Made, the labor and capitalist want to check out Wang Dahai."

"Must, I have to check out Wang Dahai."

"If there is a ghost, please stay for us."

Several rich people kept roaring in their hearts, but looking at their bodies that could not move, the fear in their hearts gradually rose.

Ye Han naturally saw the tragic situation of these unlucky rich men, but ignored it. He just focused on engraving the formation on the slowly formed flying sword.

"Well, just add the gold-eating array and the sound array to it." Ye Han glanced at the huge number of formations in his mind, and then selected two of them.

"The gold-eating array can allow the flying sword to devour some precious materials, thereby increasing the strength of the sword body and gradually advancing. This will not keep up with my cultivation progress!"
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