All the disciples in the Kunlun Palace felt a little uncomfortable because of Yang Chen's wave of tricks.
This is not a competition at all, but a naked insult.
Especially the disciples of the Kunlun Sect and the Iron Fist Sect showed angry eyes when they saw Yang Chen being so perfunctory about the weapon refining competition.
On a glass plate.
Tie Zhan raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly through his nose: "Zhang Longhu, look, this is your disciple of Longhu Mountain. For taking this competition so lightly in our qi training world that only takes place every five years, I think this is your dragon."
Hushan shows disrespect to several of our sects!"
"I think Master Tie is right."
"Even if you people from Longhu Mountain don't have any talent in weapon refining, you can just admit defeat. Wasting such a good furnace and participating in the competition with such an attitude in front of many disciples is clearly a provocation!
"
Elder Leihuo immediately agreed.
"Sect Master Cang, what do you think?"
Tie Zhan squinted his eyes and looked at Cang Long, his eldest brother in the Qi training world.
Cang Long's eyes stared at Yang Chen for a long time, and then he fell on Zhang Longhu: "Longhu, your new head of Longhu Mountain has some personality. This sect is understandable, but such behavior is indeed detrimental to
The reputation of Longhu Mountain."
"Zhang Longhu, why don't you tell me?"
Ye Huayue also lowered her voice and said.
"I believe this kid has his own ideas."
"Don't say it's him, even if it's me, I want to sleep when I meet these little brats."
"Except for the way that boy Meng Lang from Kunlun Sect's weapon refining is interesting, the others are just like that."
Zhang Longhu crossed his legs and said calmly.
"you!"
Tie Zhan and Lei Huo's expressions were obviously unhappy.
This doesn't take them seriously at all.
Especially Iron War.
The Iron Fist Sect was a well-known weapon-refining sect, but it was so humiliated by a sect in Longhu Mountain who drew talismans to catch ghosts.
If there weren't so many disciples now, Tie Zhan would have wanted to have a showdown with Zhang Longhu.
"In that case, let's just wait for two hours."
Cang Long smiled faintly and stopped talking.
In this match, Canglong is confident.
Meng Lang was a genius at refining weapons in the Kunlun Sect, and with a sixth-grade spiritual weapon like the Kunlun Cauldron, it would be easy to refine a first- and second-grade magical weapon.
This battle is definitely won.
"Look, the magical weapon refined by Senior Brother Meng Lang seems to have taken shape."
"I didn't expect that Ye Susu of the Bliss Sect is so talented. It seems that he has also refined a dagger. Judging from the breath, it should have reached the level of a magical weapon."
"This guy Tiesheng is worthy of being the son of the master of the Iron Fist Sect. With this skill of refining weapons, he can actually refine a fist glove under this ordinary furnace. I just don't know what level it is, but from now on
Judging from the breath, it's quite fierce."
"Zhongli from the Divine Medicine Villa is a little behind. However, the Divine Medicine Villa is mainly about elixir refining and has no strengths in weapon refining. It is estimated that he will be at the bottom."
"What are you afraid of at Divine Medicine Villa? Look at Yang Chen from Longhu Mountain. He is still sleeping soundly. I guess this battle is definitely lost."
About two hours later, the disciples of Kunlun Temple could no longer sit still and began to talk about it.
Especially when they saw Yang Chen who was still concentrating with his eyes closed, everyone showed a mocking smile.
"Junior brother, what are you doing?"
"Game time is almost here."
Situ Jing was a little anxious and lowered her voice.
"Fifth Senior Brother, will Yang Chen win?"
Li Xiaoran was also worried about Yang Chen. What was the difference between sleeping during the competition and sleeping during the college entrance examination? It was just a matter of handing in a blank paper.
"I believe that junior brother must have his own considerations."
Yuan Lang said, his spiritual energy circulated, and he shouted towards the stage: "Junior brother, wake up quickly, there is still half a stick of incense left, and the competition time is coming."
"Um...so fast?"
Hearing this, Yang Chen stretched and opened his eyes, and scanned the stage: "The Kunlun Cauldron of the Kunlun Sect is really good. You have actually mastered a first-grade magic weapon!"
"Concession."
At this moment, Meng Lang had already stopped his hand. With a wave of his right hand, a red dagger appeared in his hand: "This sword, I call it Red Moon."
"Iron Fist Gate is completed! Thunder Fist Gloves!"
"The Bliss Sect is completed, Nine Section Whip!"
"The Divine Medicine Villa is completed, Snow Wind Knife!"
The next moment, Ye Susu and others took out the magical weapons they had refined from the furnace.
"Sect Leader Yang, should you admit defeat?"
Meng Lang squinted his eyes and looked at the Xuanhuang Cauldron in front of Yang Chen: "It's such a pity that such a good spiritual weapon was wasted by you."
On the glass plate, Cang Long and others looked at the magic weapons in the hands of Meng Lang and others, and the corners of their mouths slightly raised.
"Sect Master Cang, congratulations. Meng Lang is indeed the weapon-refining genius of the Kunlun Sect. He has actually refined a first-class magical weapon. He really has a bright future in the future."
"Kunlun Gate won this game."
Tie Zhan smiled and clasped his fists.
"Concession."
"The Iron Fist Sect is not bad either. Martial Nephew Tiesheng has mastered your Iron Fist Sect's forging skills and used an ordinary furnace to refine a third-grade magic weapon. His future future will not be inferior to Meng Lang's."
Canglong stroked his beard and said with an unruly expression.
Lei Huo knew that the Divine Medicine Villa would definitely be ranked behind. Even Ye Susu had not competed with him, and he had only refined a seventh-grade magic weapon.
But looking at Yang Chen, a playful smile appeared on Lei Huo's face: "Sect Master Zhang, the time is coming. The magical weapon you refined at Longhu Mountain has not been released yet. I'm afraid it hasn't taken shape yet."
"none of your business."
Zhang Longhu glared at Lei Huo, then stood up and shouted down: "Boy, why bother talking to them? Take out what you refined quickly, don't lose my people!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Chen.
"Master, right away."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and raised his head and smiled.
The next moment, Yang Chen's spiritual energy circulated in his hands, and the cover of the Xuanhuang Cauldron flew into the sky with a whoosh. A golden light scattered dazzlingly, and powerful aura waves spread throughout the Kunlun Palace.
Several sect leaders on the glass plate couldn't help but stand up and exclaimed in unison: "This breath is...a spiritual weapon!"
"What?"
"Is this a defensive weapon?"
Meng Lang also felt a domineering aura wave in front of him, and his expression immediately changed, "He was just sleeping, how could he refine a spiritual weapon, a rare defensive spiritual weapon!"
Amidst everyone's concentration, a golden necklace slowly flew out, wrapped in spiritual energy, and headed towards Li Xiaoran in the audience.
now.
Li Xiaoran looked at the exquisite butterfly necklace in front of him, his eyes full of joy and shyness.
"Wife, this is a gift for you, and I wish us a happy first wedding anniversary."
Yang Chen put his hands in his pockets and stood on the stage.
The next moment, under the envious eyes of everyone, the necklace was put on Li Xiaoran's neck, and a golden light instantly enveloped the whole body, hiding under the clothes.
"Good boy!"
Zhang Longhu was so excited that he almost jumped up.
Refining a spiritual weapon is already very impressive, and it is also a defensive spiritual weapon. The most important thing is that it can be refined just after sleeping.
This kind of talent can defeat Meng Lang hundreds of times.
Canglong and others looked very ugly, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
"Meng Lang, is it time to fulfill your promise?"
At this moment, Yang Chen walked slowly towards Meng Lang, with a smile on his lips: "I wish you and Elder Zuo Qiu a happy marriage in advance and a son soon."