บท 1711: Concede

"My Pagoda City's aristocratic families have wagered resources worth six million origin coins." The Zhang family's patriarch, Zhang Xuan, swept his gaze across the surroundings and said loudly.

With the stakes set, Yu Changdao and a level seven alchemist named Yang Ting stood on the platform.

"I won't bully you. I'll craft a level third battle armor. If you can break through its defense, then I'll admit defeat," Yang Ting said, clearly uninterested in Yu Changdao. After speaking, flames erupted directly in front of him.

Five faint golden and light green flames intertwined. Spiritual materials emitting different halos were neatly arranged in front of him.

The skill of an expert becomes apparent with action.

Yang Ting's weapon refinement methods were completely different from what Yu Changdao and the others were accustomed to.

Various alchemical materials were categorized, and the flames were also divided into several types.