Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion-Chapter 1929 - : 796, I got a big order today, so I won’t be able to help you.

Chapter 1929: 796, I got a big order today, so I won’t be able to help you.

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The two exchanged a smile, then lowered their heads and hurriedly went back to their own tasks.

Down below, those who knew the two’s past thoroughly began to discuss in low voices.

What Zheng Yaoyang was most known for was using a Puppet Fighter’s body in place of his physical body.

According to the comprehension and deductions of those powerful beings, carrying a soul with a body that had no spirit would ultimately step into the Realm of Immortality, undying and unvanishing.

The great principle that Zheng Yaoyang had always adhered to was the Origin Rules, reigning over all spiritualities.

But at this moment, he was clearly about to use rules to give birth to spirituality.

This was contrary to the great principle he had pursued and followed in his countless years of cultivation.

“Has he had another insight, or is there another reason?” Those familiar with Zheng Yaoyang, who were blacksmiths, were all filled with bewilderment.

“Luo Shentong, due to the damage to his own soul, was never willing to refine treasures that required division and combination. Does he seem different this time?”

“Moreover, hasn’t he been researching the Flying Shuttle for nearly ten thousand years? Now, what is he refining, and can anyone understand?”

Even the blacksmiths in Heavenly Secret City could not tell at all what Luo Shentong was refining.

“Buzz”

An hour later, the Bamboo Staff in front of Zheng Yaoyang transformed into a golden phantom, the phantom flipped and slowly formed a cocoon.

Butterfly.

When the cocoon of light split open in an instant, everyone was captivated by the seven-colored butterfly within.

As the butterfly spread its wings, it seemed as though the entire sky and earth began to tremble.

“What a Spirit Butterfly!” Shangguan Qing exclaimed loudly.

Spirit.

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This was the most distinctive feature of this butterfly.

This single word “Spirit” was enough to display Zheng Yaoyang’s strength.

In the entire Heavenly Secret City, with millions of blacksmiths, counting them all, who can refine a treasure with spiritual light?

Giving life to the lifeless, this is the forbidden zone of creation!

“Buzz”

On the other side, the small grids in front of Luo Shentong began to assemble.

As the assembly continued, a fledgling shape of a Flying Shuttle appeared.

Then, the Flying Shuttle began to expand.

From the initial thirty feet, it instantly transformed into a thousand feet.

By the time the entire Flying Shuttle was assembled, it was already suspended high in the sky, reaching thirty thousand feet.

It was not really thirty thousand feet in size, but the assembled phantom was thirty thousand feet.

“Brother Luo, is this your Flying Shuttle?” Zheng Yaoyang asked gravely, staring intently at the phantom of the Flying Shuttle, speaking in a heavy tone.

A smug look appeared on Luo Shentong’s face as he nodded and looked toward the Spirit Butterfly in front of Zheng Yaoyang.

“You’re not bad either. If not for this spiritual treasure, this old man would not even bother to glance at you in the future.”

Down below, the crowd was at a loss.

They had witnessed the entire process of refinement on the stage, which was absolutely stunning.

All sorts of methods and secret techniques were on display.

But now, how could these two objects be compared?

Incomprehensible.

“Brother Luo, the Shangguan Family is willing to——”

Shangguan Qing called out loudly, but before he could finish, Zheng Yaoyang had already reached out and tugged at Luo Shentong’s arm right in front of him.

“Brother Luo, my Zheng Family would like to acquire one of these Flying Shuttles. Name your price,” he said.

His words made Luo Shentong grin.

Glancing at Han Muye below, Luo Shentong raised his hand to put away the Flying Shuttle and looked at Zheng Yaoyang: “How about trading it for that Soaring Cloud Armor?”

Zheng Yaoyang nodded, “How about we call this round a draw?”

A draw.

A draw?

A draw!

All the people looked stupefied, alternating their gazes between the stage and the surrounding treasures strewn about.

They had agreed on a one-to-one bet.

“Let’s go, let’s go. This Flying Shuttle is not easy to refine. I still have many ideas that I haven’t figured out,” said Luo the Madman, gathering the Flying Shuttle and the Golden Hoop and leaping down from the stage.

“Little Han, I promised to help you with your match against Xun Chu Yun. Today, because I’ve received a large order, I won’t be able to assist you,” he said.

“The betting battle is up to you now.”

Luo the Madman laughed heartily and waved his hand toward Xun Chu Yun: “You continue, you all continue.”

Zheng Yaoyang also put away his Spirit Butterfly and glanced at Xun Chu Yun.

“Fellow Daoist Chu Yun, today I was merely exchanging pointers with Brother Luo. Your bet has nothing to do with us,” he said.

Irrelevant.

Down below, countless people were itching to curse.

I’ve wagered real money on this, and you’re saying it’s irrelevant?

It turns out none of you lost anything, and it’s just me who’s been ruined.

If it wasn’t for Zheng Yaoyang and Luo the Madman on the stage, someone might have already started hurling insults by now.