Chapter 1112

The furnace tripod is hot. Open the tripod cover and see a furnace full of Bi Fei sword. Lei Yan soldiers are naturally happy. Put the tripod cover aside and let the furnace tripod cool first. When the temperature drops down, take out the Bi Fei sword.

However, someone soon found something wrong: "eh? These Bi Fei swords are smaller than those refined last time."

"What? Let me see." Jiang Yixin turned around, leaned over and looked happy: "it's really much smaller than the previous batch. It looks like it's more than several times smaller. It looks very fun."

He Yun thought about it and guessed a possibility. He hurried forward to check it.

Sure enough, the refined batch of bifei swords is smaller than the previous batch. The batch of bifei swords refined three days ago is about the length of an adult's palm. This batch is much smaller, at most about the length of a child's finger.

What does that mean? There are more bifei swords, and not a little more.

Much better! He Yun was excited. He was eager to know how many Bi Fei swords were refined in a furnace. Regardless of whether the furnace tripod was hot or not, he immediately ordered people to count the number.

The refining array tripod is very hot. How to count it? Lei Yan soldiers had a way to take out the cartons in the storage container, unpack them, spread them on the ground, pad towels, pour out the Bi Fei sword in the furnace tripod, and pull it with a combat dagger.

On the other side, Qin Yilang, Feng Ling and Roger are fighting with other three people. Whether it's the array plate guarding the planet or the inkstone, Bai Yan wants it. Wen Yao and Wu Shao are naturally unwilling to fall behind.

Everyone has contributed. It doesn't make sense. Bai Yan has a share, but they don't.

Such negotiations could not come to an end for a while. Roger glanced at the array area and walked over.

Lieutenant general Mi Yue heard that he Yunzheng was directing people to count the Bi Fei sword in the furnace tripod, and his mind was open. Before the temperature of the furnace tripod fell, he couldn't wait to start counting the quantity. There must be a surprise.

Thinking of this, lieutenant general Mi Yue held a small optical brain and approached it. When he saw the head of bifei sword, his eyes glowed.

These refined bifei swords are too small. The fire power thunder flame warriors are in charge of a stove alone. They stare at them carefully and count them out an hour later.

Twelve thousand people, look at me, I look at you, but I don't dare to count.

"How much?" He Yun asked.

Xue Zhijiao had no bottom in his heart. He held it for a long time before he said, "I'm wrong. I'll count it again."

I didn't count wrong! It's over ten thousand. How can it be? Count it again. Xue Zhijiao is busy counting again.

"Well, we also counted wrong."

As soon as the others heard Xue Zhijiao's words, they all said that they counted wrong, took the dagger and pulled the Bi Fei sword again.

He Yun didn't stop and waited patiently.

Luo Bi came up to Xue Zhijiao and asked, "how many did you just count?"

"Twelve thousand." Xue Zhijiao didn't lift his head, holding the dagger and concentrating on counting: "don't interrupt. If I count a minute wrong, I have to count it again."

Hearing the number of twelve thousand, Luo Bi's heart jumped and finally understood why the thunder flame soldiers said that the number was wrong, because it was too outrageous, so she was not sure.

But one is wrong and two are wrong. It's impossible that 12000 people are wrong.

Luo Bi guessed that it was very likely that 12000 Bi Fei swords were refined in one furnace.

Before counting it out, it's hard to say anything. The guess doesn't count. Luo Bi has no patience to wait and strolls around.