Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1717: Level Nine Badge, Patent Badge

Chapter 1717 - 1717: Level Nine Badge, Patent Badge

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In an instant, all eyes fell on Yu Changdao, Wu Hua, and Ma Mingyuan behind Han Muye.

These three were once the top figures of PaG.o.da City, level six refiners, and the three t.i.tans of the Alliance of Refining Masters.

But now, there was a chief above them and a level-seven on the platform.

Unconsciously, the era of the three t.i.tans had pa.s.sed.

At this moment, looking at these three, many people couldn’t help but feel a hint of emotion.

Even the three t.i.tans had to make choices and align with others…

It turned out that all cultivators in this world were the same.

They had no choice.

“Fellow Daoist Yang Ting, you should defeat Chief Han first,” Yu Changdao shook his head and said softly.

It was very strange.

The level-seven on the platform had won all of his wealth and defeated him

on the platform.

But at this moment, Yu Changdao felt no resentment in his heart.

He even felt somewhat grateful to this level-seven refining master.

If it weren’t for that gambling match, how could he have crafted the Exquisite Carving Knife?

That carving knife was named the Exquisite Carving Knife.

The patent rights were sold for nearly 300 million origin coins, and he didn’t dare to imagine how much more he would receive in patent royalties in the next hundred thousand years.

According to past practice, it should be at least 30 times the patent rights.

Such wealth was enough for him to cultivate to the eighth, ninth, sage, and divine levels.

At this stage of worldly wealth, it was just a number.

He, Yu Changdao, was fortunate to have the opportunity to become such a presence.

And all of this was brought to him by the chief.

Without the chief, how could he have such wealth, such opportunities?

Don’t mention this level-seven refiner on stage. Even if a divine-level refiner were in front of him, he wouldn’t submit himself.

Divine-level experts weren’t all wealthy.

Hearing Yu Changdao’s words, the smile on Yang Ting’s face deepened.

“I understand what you mean, Fellow Daoist Yu,” Yang Ting said with a nod, then with a solemn expression, he continued, “I’ll defeat this chief of yours first, then see what choices you all will make.”

As he spoke, he looked at Han Muye. “Chief Han, 1 heard that you’re a level-nine refiner?

“If I may, I would like to challenge you. I hope that you won’t hesitate to enlighten me.”

Level nine!

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

Chief Han is actually a level-nine refiner?

Is it possible? They wondered.

Never heard of it!

The members of the PaG.o.da City aristocratic families below even showed a light smile on their faces.

It’s simple. This Han Chiefis trying to bluff, making Yang Ting back off.

In fact, he is definitely only a level-seven refiner.

Level nine? How could there be so many level nines?

If he is really a level-nine, why would he come to the small PaG.o.da City to be the chief refiner?

Unfortunately, Yang Ting was not intimidated and didn’t give up the challenge.

Today, Chief Han had no choice but to come personally.

Yang Ting had learned artifact refinement under a disciple of the academy. His refining skills were definitely extraordinary.

Chief Han, a level-seven, might not necessarily be able to suppress Yang Ting.

Unless he was really a level-nine refiner.

Han Muye walked onto the platform, glanced at Yang Ting in front of him, and then looked at an old man in a greenish-gray robe not far away from the platform.

Although the old man did not wear the Refining Master badge on his chest, there was a unique power surging within him.

“A level-nine refiner. Hehe, this little guy is quite cautious. He invited a level-nine to sit in.” Han Muye’s ears were filled with Chaos’ playful voice.

So what if he was level nine?

“Make sure you don’t win too easily later; you might even earn an extra bet.” The voice of the golden bird was equally malicious.

Han Muye ignored them.

To him, all of Yang Tings wealth and the wealth of the aristocratic families in the city were not worth mentioning.

He had come here to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion because he still had to abide by the rules of the Refining Masters’ gambling challenge.

Moreover, Yu Changdao had already come on his behalf and lost all his a.s.sets. If he did not partic.i.p.ate in the battle, Ma Mingyuan, Wu Hua, and the others would probably step up next, right?

Yu Changdao’s enlightenment during the match and the patent item he crafted by chance didn’t mean everyone would have the same opportunity.

“My level-nine badge should be on the way.” Han Muye’s voice was loud and clear. He glanced at Yang Ting, then at the people from the PaG.o.da City families below the platform.

“I’ll say it again before the gambling match today. I’m a level-nine refiner.

“Do you still want to bet?”

A level nine?

After Han Muye finished speaking, Yang Ting and everyone below the platform were slightly stunned.

Yang Ting frowned and clenched his fists.

Not far away, the level-nine refiner looked at Han Muye on the stage and froze.

On the other hand, Zhang Xuan and the others, who were the heads of the aristocratic families in the city, were hesitant and disdainful.

If Han Muye was really a level-nine refiner, Yang Tings challenge would be meaningless.

How could a level seven challenge a level nine?

Those refiners watching, as well as the city’s residents, showed expressions of antic.i.p.ation.

They were afraid that the match would be canceled and they wouldn’t get to see the brilliant skills of a level nine refiner.

Regardless of whether Chief Han was a true level nine or a fake level nine.

“Yang Ting, since you’ve already stepped onto the gambling stage, regardless of your opponent’s level, this match must continue, If you don’t have this determination, your path in alchemy cannot advance.”

The level-nine refiner below the platform looked at Han Muye and then spoke loudly.

He raised his hand, and a green-gold card flew down.

“I’ll cover Yang Tings bet.”

“Teacher…” Excitement flashed across Yang Tings face as he nodded heavily.

Han Muye looked at the level-nine refiner with interest..