Chapter 2332 It All Depends on Luck

If someone said that he could make more than a hundred imperial weapons, everyone would give him a slap in the face and a mouthful of spit.

Before bragging, at least make a draft first.

Not to mention that Chaos Chalcedony is so precious, where can we get more than a hundred copies?

Just the conventional materials required for imperial weapons are already an astronomical figure.

What's more, refining imperial weapons itself is accompanied by a very high failure rate and a long time.

After refining one hundred pieces, tens of billions of years may have passed.

But when it comes to Jiang Cheng, the meaning is different.

Yin Xueer looked at him in disbelief, "An imperial weapon with the source of rules has never appeared before. How can you do this?"

"I heard that imperial weapon masters can only seal their own Tao, right?"

Brother Cheng glanced at her and deliberately teased: "If you don't believe it, you don't have to."

Yin Xueer immediately rushed forward, "I want it, of course I want it!"

Shan Tai, Wei Miao, Qin Chang and others were not willing to lag behind, and they all gathered around.

"And I!"

"I urgently need the imperial weapon!"

"Master Jiang, you can see that I usually work very hard. It's unjustifiable if I don't have my share this time."

Not only them, but the disciples of three and four generations were also excited.

When it comes to imperial weapons, everyone knows that this is not the time to be humble.

"I know that Master Jiang will never forget me."

"We are not greedy. I will be satisfied if I can have a transcendent imperial weapon."

"Uncle Master, you are already at the level of a holy master, so you should give the opportunity to us weak holy masters."

"How dare you, a junior, compete with your seniors? How can you behave like this?"

For a while, the hall was noisy and lively.

Jiang Cheng knew that the fight among the disciples was more of a joke and would not hurt their feelings for many years.

But faced with this situation, he still had a headache.

No matter who is given more than a hundred imperial weapons, it will hurt other people's feelings.

He originally planned to give it to the second and third generation disciples first.

But if you think about it carefully, Feixian Sect has gone through many years of ups and downs, and the fourth generation of disciples only started a few years later than the third generation.

In the long history, it is not worth mentioning at all.

There is no need to favor one over another just because of such a small time sequence.

"For a bowl of water to be equal, draw lots."

He waved his hand and conjured a dark box.

"There are more than a thousand beads in it, of which only 105 can be seen as a silver particle after being crushed."

"And that means winning the lottery and getting the extraordinary imperial weapon I refined."

"As for those who didn't get drawn, they can only wait until the future."

When he said this, all the disciples were speechless.

After all, purely relying on luck is the fairest way.

"one by one."

"Those at the back of the queue don't have to worry, everyone has a chance to win anyway."

Jiang Cheng was not worried about them using their strength to directly see through the internal structure of the bead.

He arranged isolation measures.

And under the blessing of his holy world, all the beads have no difference in weight or appearance.

Soon, the disciples lined up one by one and began to draw lots one by one.

The winning rate is almost one in ten, neither high nor low.

After the first four people failed, the first lucky person was finally born, none other than Zhou Ziheng, a fourth-generation disciple who escaped from the Ming Zai Domain.

"Oh, I'm hit!"

After crushing the white bead, he happily held up a shimmering silver particle.

"Haha, I got hit, look what is this?"

Seeing his dancing and ecstatic expression, Brother Cheng wanted to ask, "What did you win?"

But he finally endured it and said congratulations with a smile.

Others don't have such a good temper.

"Okay, okay, we've all seen it, don't waste your time there."

"If you get hit, get out of the way!"

"Damn it, why did you get hit by this guy?"

"Now there are only 104 opportunities left."

The drawing process was quick.

In just half an hour, thousands of disciples had all been smoked, even Ji Linghan and Mo Chen Linning were no exception.

The entire hall also turned into a vivid scene of joy and sorrow.

Everyone who won the prize was very happy.

Those who missed the mark were wailing as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Among the dozen or so people who usually have the highest sense of presence, Mo Chen, Yin Xueer, Gan Ziyi, Qin Chang, Tang Ru, Wei Miao, Zhong Lique, Jian Suhan and others all failed to win.

However, Lin Ning, Shan Tai, and Lu Fan were lucky enough to receive extraordinary imperial weapons.

No one can find anything wrong with it.

Because even Ji Linghan didn't win, which proves that it was pure luck.

"Okay, all those who have reached the level of the Holy Lord and did not draw in the first round can come and draw in the second round."

"There are three winning places in this round, and you have a chance to win the Lingxian Emperor Artifact."

Hearing these words, Yin Xueer, Qin Chang and others were like dying people who saw hope of life again.

"Great!"

"No wonder I didn't draw it just now. It turns out that the Lingxian Emperor's weapon is waiting for me."

"I calculated with my fingers. I am destined to have a Lingxian Imperial Artifact. Is it this time?"

A total of 93 people participated in this round of drawing, and the winning rate was lower than the previous round.

However, the enthusiasm of the people did not diminish at all.

The first two lucky ones appeared soon after.

One is really Mo Chen, and the other is Du Shang from the third generation.

Just when everyone held their breath and stared at the black box with bright eyes, Brother Cheng finally started the black box operation.

A bowl of water was given to other disciples, not including Ji Linghan.

No matter what, I will leave the best one for her.

The last bead in the box disappeared quietly, and then more than a dozen people took a lonely breath.

It wasn't until Ji Linghan stretched out her bare hand that Brother Cheng secretly controlled the bead and took the initiative to fly it into her palm.

Sister Han could feel the sudden touch and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

When he looked up, he saw Jiang Cheng winking at him...

The third Lingxian Imperial Artifact belonged to Ji Linghan, and the draw ended successfully.

Brother Cheng left these more than a hundred people in the hall and began his boring career of refining weapons.

A full year later, all 105 extraordinary imperial weapons and 3 Lingxian imperial weapons were refined.

Compared with the imperial weapons outside, these brand-new imperial weapons that have sealed the source of rules cannot wield the holy world in battle.

Its weapon is very direct, and it is the source of the rules corresponding to the increase.

But this simple effect brought about a transformation to all the disciples.

After receiving the extraordinary imperial weapon, Lin Ning and others' combat effectiveness increased by more than three times out of thin air.

And Ji Linghan and Mo Chen, who had obtained the Lingxian Emperor's weapon, were far beyond ordinary saints, and even qualified to compete with the ancient saints.

The disciples who got the imperial weapon couldn't put it down one by one.

"It's incredible!"

"It actually comes with the source of our rules. How on earth was this refined?"

"For us, this is a legendary artifact!"