It is said that laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the door. Seeing this scene, the monks in the audience did not notice anything unusual, but the expressions of some weapon refiners who had not yet started to practice weapons suddenly changed, and they even exclaimed in surprise.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The cultivation level of this flaming scorpion is only in the middle stage of elixir formation. To heat such a large piece of lava black iron to such an extent would normally require at least twenty or thirty breaths, but he was able to do it in just one or two breaths."

Done!"

"Either he used some secret method that is difficult to detect, or he cheated!"

At this moment, a loud and energetic voice came out.

"I don't know. The demonic fire released by the flaming scorpion is so hot that it can melt low-grade magic weapons in an instant. It should be a mutated spirit insect, and the flames it spits out are mutated demonic fires!"

The speaker was a bald man. His eyes were fixed on the flaming scorpion that was spitting out pillars of fire in front of Ye Lin, full of envy and desire.

As soon as these words came out, many doubts stopped abruptly.

At this time, not only the faces of the many alchemists on the stage looked shocked, but the expressions of the many alchemists resting under the stage also changed drastically, and their eyes were all focused on Xiao Hong No. 3.

Whether in the world of immortal cultivation in the Xunlong Mountains or in the entire world of Wanguo Continent, mutated spiritual insects are extremely rare, and those that positively mutate and enhance the characteristics of spiritual insects are extremely rare, and those who have cultivated to the realm of forming pills are even rarer.

.

This is the dream of almost any alchemist or weapon refiner.

But even so, not many monks show naked greed. The reason is very simple. Now this mutated flame scorpion has recognized Ye Lin as its master. As long as Ye Lin doesn't want to hand it over and change its owner, no matter how strong the others are,

There is no way to make him recognize his master, and Ye Lin can make him self-destruct with just one thought.

"Since Master Duan, who has been famous for a long time, has spoken, then this flaming scorpion must be a mutated spirit insect."

"Master Ye, I am willing to pay a hundred top-quality spiritual stones to purchase this flaming scorpion. I wonder if I can bear the pain and give up my love?"

"You're laughing so hard, you want to buy such a rare mutant spiritual insect in the core formation stage with one hundred top-quality spiritual stones? You're probably dreaming. I'll offer you one hundred and twenty. Master Ye, please sell it to me!"

"I'll offer one hundred and fifty...this price is very sincere."

I don’t know who started it. The atmosphere in the entire underground square instantly became weird. What was originally a good supplier competition turned into an auction in the blink of an eye...

Fang Qingya glanced speechlessly at the many major forces that were competing fiercely in the audience, and then coughed twice.

"Everyone, Master Ye's spirit insect has never been said to be for sale, and even if it is to be sold, it will have to wait until this competition is completed. Please don't bother Master Ye's refining of the magic weapon by asking for more prices."

Now that Fang Qingya has spoken, the other monks have no choice but to give up. In fact, they are just trying it casually. They mainly want to see if Ye Lin is willing to sell. If Ye Lin really wants to sell, they will make a lot of money.

, if Ye Lin does not sell, there will be no loss.

Now it seems that 'Ye Lin' not only has no idea of ​​selling this mutated flame scorpion, but has entered a mysterious state again.

All the surrounding discussions seemed to have nothing to do with him and did not affect him in the slightest.

'Ye Lin' was currently staring intently at the lava black iron in the blazing flames, his eyes turning deep red under the illumination of the flames.

When the piece of lava black iron turned into deep red, Ye Lin waved his hand, and the black iron the size of a millstone flew out of the flames and slowly landed on the dark black iron pier in front of him.

Just when everyone thought he was going to take out one or two big hammers, they saw 'Ye Lin' roll up his sleeves and robe, and then stretched forward, only to hear the sound of "click, click, click", and his hands

It actually doubled or tripled in size, and the palm of my hand became as big as a cattail leaf fan.

Then he clenched his fist fiercely, and his arm muscles instantly swelled again. Every muscle felt full of explosive power and violent wildness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground shook violently and continuously, and sparks flew around Ye Lin.

He actually used his fist as a hammer and without any protection, directly started beating the crimson lava black iron. Every time he punched, a huge fist mark would be left on the lava black iron, but his hands were unscathed.

Seeing this scene, even the well-informed Fang Qingya opened her mouth slightly with a look of horror on her face. The other weapon refiners acted as if they had seen a ghost, with their mouths wide open for a long time and unable to say a single word.

As we all know, the demonic fire released by Ye Lin's mutant flame scorpion is extremely high, and this piece of lava black iron has been baked in the flames for more than ten breaths, and its temperature is already very close to the demonic fire itself.

The contact between the fists was equivalent to Ye Lin putting his hands into the demonic fire and roasting them.

In this way, Ye Lin was unscathed...

Then what level of physical strength has his body reached? Even if he stood there without using any protective means and let a mid-level magic weapon attack him at will, it would be difficult to break through his skin.

Even many Nascent Soul stage monks present thought they could not do it at all.

The most shocking thing was yet to come. After Ye Lin pounded the lava black iron into a large dark red discus, he directly held the discus with both hands. The discus turned out to be like a big ball of dough in Ye Lin's hands.

Soon it turned into a dark red ball again, and then, 'Ye Lin' swung his fist and smashed it again.

Now, everyone finally understands why Ye Lin doesn't use a big hammer... because his hands are more flexible and convenient than a hammer. Although he can shape the discus into a ball, his strength and power are even worse than that of a hammer.

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The underground square was silent for a long time, and finally someone started talking quietly.

"I have seen many rough methods of refining weapons, but I have never seen such a rough one. This lava black iron is extremely tough, not easy to deform, not easy to melt... This is something that a human alchemy monk can do.

What? Even if it’s a demon beast in the pill formation stage, it’s impossible!”

"I'm blind, please tell me that's a ball of mud, not a ball of lava and black iron..."

…

During the continuous beating, the ball of lava black iron, which was originally the size of a millstone, became smaller and smaller. Ye Lin occasionally heated other auxiliary materials and threw them together for hammering. The impurities contained in the black iron disappeared over time.

Less and less.

About an hour later, the piece of lava black iron was only the size of a watermelon. Ye Lin once again put it into the flames and burned it red. Then he used his hands to tear the lava black iron into five pieces, like squeezing mud, and finally cut it into five pieces.

Each piece of lava black iron was shaped into a three-foot-long sword-like blade.

Only now did everyone suddenly wake up.
Chapter completed!