The angry rebuke was so merciless that everyone who was having a lively discussion suddenly fell silent, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

At this moment, the sound of rolling wheels suddenly sounded at the entrance of the square.

Lan Yue looked around and unexpectedly saw a man in a wheelchair.

He looked a lot like Mo Ranfeng, but his brows were furrowed, and he looked a little more majestic compared to the cold Mo Ranfeng.

The stubble that just appeared on his chin made him look more mature and steady.

"father!"

Mo Ranfeng suddenly shouted. His cold mask was no longer there, and his face showed deep shock and worry.

"Dad? Could this person be..."

"Look at him sitting in a wheelchair. Isn't he the disabled...ahem, Mo Guanyu?"

Mo Guanyu's appearance caused another commotion in the audience.

Lan Yue found that the doubts about her in the audience suddenly disappeared.

Because now everyone's eyes are fixed on the man in the wheelchair.

And she roughly pieced together the origin of Mo Guanyu from gossip.

He is the son of Mo Siyong, the master of the Immortal Qi Sect. He is unique and talented.

He once won the title of "God of Craftsman" in the previous competition of God of Craftsmen, and is recognized by the world as the person whose weapon-making ability is closest to the realm of God of Craftsmen.

But such a man who had already achieved countless honors almost lost his life because of a weapon-refining accident.

Although he was rescued later, he was paralyzed and could no longer refine weapons...

When Lan Yue heard this, she couldn't help but look strange.

For cultivators, it is either death or life. There are actually very few cases of hemiplegia and total paralysis.

Especially since Mo Guanyu is still the young master of Qixian Sect. What kind of panacea and famous doctors don't have it, but this can't cure him?

Lan Yue felt quite incredible in her heart, and at this moment, Yao Hua, who had been obediently staying in the sea of ​​Lan Yue's energy, suddenly spoke.

"Master, he has the aura of a quasi-artifact on his body."

When Lan Yue heard this, her heart suddenly shook. A quasi-magical weapon?

Yao Hua emitted a misty purple light in the sea of ​​Qi holding the moon, and continued:

"For the birth of an artifact, the right time, place, and people are all indispensable. The reason why Yaohua can become an artifact has a lot to do with the already powerful ring spirit, the precious thunder jade, the master's spiritual root, etc.

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"That man also wanted to refine the artifact, but he failed and paid an extremely painful price for it."

When Lan Yue heard this, she looked at Mo Guanyu who was sitting in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving, and she couldn't tell how she felt.

Anyone who is a weapon refiner wants to continuously improve their attainments.

There are countless weapon refiners in the fairy world, and those who have reached the rank of craftsman are already very rare.

As for the Craftsman God, there is only one known person, and that is the ancestor of the Artifact Sect back then.

In the level of weapon refining, above the Master Craftsman is the God of Craftsman, but one does not know that from the Master to the God, there is a gap that countless people cannot cross in their entire lives.

The birth of the artifact Yao Hua was too random, so at that time Wang Wuxing did not use Yao Hua to judge Lan Yue's weapon refining level, but asked her to take the craftsman entry test again.

Lan Yue herself knew this truth, so when she learned from Yao Hua that Mo Guanyu had refined a quasi-divine weapon, she couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him.

The wheelchair walked slowly, passing by the bluestone of the square. Mo Guanyu's eyes on it were cold and his face was unsullied.

When Mo Ranfeng saw this, he wanted to step forward, but Mo Guanyu stopped him with his eyes.

He came to Lan Yue's weapon refining table. When the other referees saw him, they all nodded in greeting and said hello: "Jiangzun Mo."

They have all seen Mo Guanyu's grace.

Back then, in front of the weapon refining platform, he was so accomplished that he impressed everyone.

Even though he can no longer refine weapons, they still respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

Mo Siyong was sitting on the referee's bench. When he saw the son who was causing him such heartache, he frowned slightly, showing a hint of heartache.

He is just too stubborn. He has been strong and hurt all his life.

Now that he saw everyone criticizing that amazingly talented junior, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"The way of refining weapons is inherently upright. Her every move is under the eyes and ears of everyone. How could she cheat?"

"If you say she is committing fraud, just show us the evidence!"

Mo Guanyu was sitting in a wheelchair and was a bit shorter than everyone else, but his face was full of justice and he was scolding loudly, which made people think that he was extraordinarily tall.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, wondering why Mo Guanyu came to the limelight.

Do they need to admit that he is happy when so many male weapon refiners are stepped on by a woman?

"It's just a cripple, what's so great about it..."

"That's right, if it weren't for the Qixian Sect, who would listen to him?"

Mutterings and mutterings sounded quietly, but no one dared to raise their voices.

Lan Yue lowered her eyes and looked at Mo Guanyu, only to see that he was looking at the magic weapon she had made.

"You win."

Mo Guanyu suddenly said something coldly.

Mo Ranfeng was standing not far away. When he heard these three words, his whole body was shaken.

He knew that his father was talking to the female weapon refiner.

"If you had Feng'er's cultivation, you could also refine the magic weapon for transcending the tribulation period, but he doesn't have as clever an idea as you."

When Mo Guanyu looked at the magical weapon, there was a strange light in his eyes.

Lan Yue's heart moved when she heard this, and soon she bowed deeply to Mo Guanyu.

"Thank you, Senior Mo, for your affirmation, and also thank you, Senior, for helping me out."

"It's not about whether we can solve the problem or not, it's just that we can't bear to see these incompetent anger, and... you don't seem to need my help."

Mo Guanyu's eyes suddenly looked over, and Lan Yue realized that the pupil of his right eye was slightly white.

The moment she was looked directly at by him, Lan Yue's heart skipped a beat.

It's not good, this person's eyes... seem to be able to see through her...

"Yaohua, can he sense you?"

Lan Yue felt uneasy and couldn't help but said in a voice.

Yao Hua waved around, "I am in the master's aura, so he shouldn't be able to see me."

Hearing this, Lan Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, thank you senior for speaking up for me."

Mo Guanyu nodded, a gleam of white light flashed faintly in the pupil of his right eye, and he looked away the next moment.

"Guanyu is deeply sorry for bothering you. Please continue to inspect the weapons."

He nodded apologetically to several referees, and then slowly left in his wheelchair.

He was obviously once the proud son of heaven, but now he was leaning on the back of his chair, all alone, which made people feel a little sad.

The weapon appraisal session ended soon, and the judges gathered together to discuss the final result.

Everyone was waiting anxiously, but this time, after Mo Guanyu's scolding, they did not dare to choreograph Lan Yue loudly again.

In about a quarter of an hour, the qualified list was drawn up.

When everyone saw the referee standing up, they immediately became energetic.

The results are out!

"The first round of the Craftsman God Competition has come to an end. There are 318 qualified people in total!"

The referee waved his right hand, and a light screen appeared in mid-air, with names appearing densely on it.

Almost everyone looked at the top list at first glance, only to find that the top three positions were vacant.

“It’s so appetizing!”

"Reveal soon!"

Everyone scratched their heads and urged him one after another.

The referee did not write ink, held a jade silk, and announced loudly: "The third place, the inheritance of the King of Heavenly Weapon Sect!"

There was no suspense about this, and the response from the crowd was not great. Even the applause was sparse because they were too worried about who would come first.

Wang Chuanran had a humble smile on his face. He looked elegant and gentlemanly, but in fact he was gritting his teeth in hatred.

Just wait, as long as he gets the origin of fire, he will definitely step on the faces of those who ignore him and tell them who is the real number one!
To be continued...