Zhong Wen looked around, then pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"
"Be able to create superior Nine Tribulation Divine Weapons at the click of a finger."
Sikong Changxing stroked his beard gently and said with a smile, "If you are not a master of weapon refinement, how can there be anyone in the world who can deserve this title?"
"I see."
Zhong Wenpi smiled and said, "So?"
"I have always been eager for talents, but now I am in urgent need of a powerful weapon refiner."
A hint of enthusiasm flashed in Sikong Chang's starry eyes, "Master, if you don't mind it, how about you take over my position as the deputy flag master of the Nine Color King Banner?"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around, and countless eyes fell on the old man. Some were shocked, some were angry, some were scornful, and some were regretful.
Even the masters such as Wu Lanxin and Ming Yuxu were all surprised, looking at the old man with indescribably weird eyes.
"Are you trying to recruit me?"
Zhong Wen stretched out his index finger, lightly tapped the powerful men behind Sikong Changxing, and said with a half-smile, "Have you ever asked them for their opinions?"
"I have little reputation in this world of chaos."
Sikong Changxing stroked his beard again and smiled confidently, "As long as the master is willing to join the Nine-Color King Banner, how about I, Sikong Changxing, mediate the grievances between you and the royal court?"
"what you say?"
Zhong Wen was secretly amused, but he deliberately looked doubtful, "Can they listen?"
"The master doesn't know something."
Sikong Changxing was still full of confidence, "I, the Nine-Color King Banner, are the first-class force in the world, second only to the Royal Court and the Lord's Palace. I think I still have some respect for this."
"Second only to the Royal Court and the Lord's Palace?"
Unexpectedly, before Zhong Wen could answer, a sneer suddenly came from the crowd, "Old Sikong, you are exaggerating too much."
"The surname is Chen!"
Recognizing that the person speaking was Chen Qingxuan, the master of Huanhai Sword, Sikong Changxing turned to glare at him with a straight face, "What do you mean?"
"Chen is a swordsman who emphasizes facing one's own heart and asking the sword with one's heart."
With a hint of sarcasm in Chen Qingxuan's eyes, he said lightly, "I've always disliked people like you who are boastful."
"Why are you so boastful?" Sikong Changxing's expression became increasingly ugly.
"The strength of your Nine-Color King Banner is not as good as my Huanhai Sword Palace. How can you compare with the Lord's Palace?"
Chen Qingxuan said tepidly
Then he looked at Zhong Wen and said sincerely, "Master's skill in weapon refining is so great. Wouldn't it be unfair to be the deputy flag master? Why don't you come to my Huanhai Sword Palace? Not only can you give full play to your talents, I would also like to respect you."
You are the great elder, and your power and status are not inferior to those of the sword master. I wonder what the master wants?"
"Good on you old man!"
Sikong Changxing finally came to his senses. He was so angry that he bared his teeth, his beard and hair were spread out, and the clothes on his body were bulging. "After doing this for a long time, it turns out that you are trying to steal someone from me! What talk about sword cultivation and facing one's heart?"
, stinky and shameless, bah!”
"The Sea of Illusion Swords in my Illusion Sea Sword Palace has thousands of divine swords, and they are constantly replenished every year."
Chen Qingxuan slowly drew out his sword, gently stroked the shimmering blade with his right hand, and said slowly, "It will undoubtedly be able to bring out the true talents of this master."
"fart!"
Sikong Changxing rolled up his sleeves and cursed loudly, "I want to see what you can do to argue with me!"
"What, do you want to take action?"
Chen Qingxuan held the sword in his hand, his eyes were bright, and he snorted coldly, "Aren't you afraid?"
In order to compete for Zhong Wen, these two big guys in the world actually turned against each other and were about to fight.
"No!"
When Liao Bai saw this, he was so anxious that his blood boiled. He could no longer suppress his emotions and shouted loudly, "Dad and Uncle Wan have not avenged their vengeance. We must not let him go!"
"Where did this little boy come from?"
Sikong Changxing obviously didn't care about his indignation. Instead, he frowned and said rather displeasedly, "My lord, how can you interrupt what you are saying?"
"I am Liao Bai of the Dou Sheng Temple!"
Being humiliated by this, Liao Bai was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He threw away the hands of his subordinates trying to stop the fight and roared in a hissing voice, "Just now, my father Liao Chen bravely took the lead and was brutally killed by this evil spirit. You don't want to do anything."
He wants to take revenge, but he wants to collude with the evil spirit? Mr. Yuan is really blind, so he asked you people to come to help!"
"It turns out to be Xiaoyou Liao!"
Chen Qingxuan's expression froze slightly, but soon returned to his original state. A cold light flashed in his eyes, but he softly advised, "I am also very sad about your father's death, but fighting in front of the battle is inherently dangerous and unpredictable.
There is a possibility of losing your life at any time. You are also a cultivator, so you don't know this truth. But if you can persuade this master to abandon the secret and turn to the light, it will undoubtedly be a great help to our righteous heroes and even the royal court.
Which one is more important? Think about it carefully!"
"My skills are inferior to those of others, but I don't overestimate my abilities. I deserve to die. Who should I blame?"
Sikong Changxing's words were much more unpleasant, "If your father runs to challenge the Lord of Chaos regardless of life and death, is it possible that you also want to avenge him?"
"You, you..."
Liao Bai couldn't believe his ears. He pointed at the two of them, his lips were trembling, and he almost fainted.
"Young man, please step back quickly."
Sikong Changxing waved his hand impatiently, "You have no place to speak here!"
"good very good!"
Liao Bai finally lost his mind completely, suddenly drew out a halberd, jumped up, and flew towards Zhong Wen, "I will avenge father's revenge myself!"
Seeing him attack Zhong Wen, Chen Qingxuan and Sikong Changxing both looked calm and did not panic at all.
After witnessing Zhong Wen's strength, the two naturally did not think that a mere young master of the Dou Temple could bring him any threat. .??.
In fact, the reason why these two wanted to win over Zhong Wen was that they were shocked by his incredible weapon refining methods, and they also took a fancy to his strong strength that could easily kill the strong men in the Chaos Realm.
"Bo!"
Sure enough, Zhong Wen raised his right hand and easily caught the oncoming halberd. With a soft sound, Liao Bai could no longer move forward.
"This halberd is good."
He looked at the spurge carefully for a moment and suddenly laughed, "I guess it was written by a famous artist."
"This is the Overlord's Skybreaking Halberd."
Liao Bai even tried his best to suck the milk, but still couldn't make any progress. His old face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "I specialize in killing monsters like you!"
"Among those people just now."
Zhong Wen was not angry, he still smiled and said, "Do you have your father?"
"Revenge for killing my father!"
Liao Bai's eyes were red with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We will never live together!"
"It's you who are here to cause trouble. You should know that swords have no eyes. Why is it that you blame me for your death?"
Zhong Wen sighed helplessly, his voice was indescribably gentle, "But it's not that I can't understand your feelings, why don't you let me make up for it."
After saying that, he shook his right hand slightly, and somehow, he snatched the Overlord's Sky-Breaking Halberd.
"give me back!"
Liao Bai was startled, and when he was about to rush to grab it, he felt that there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of him, and he could not get close to him no matter what.
"This person's skill in refining weapons is indeed impressive, but unfortunately the materials he uses are a bit poor."
Zhong Wen no longer looked at him, but gently stroked the spurge in his hand and commented slowly, "Meeting is fate, just let me improve it for you."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand, and above his palm, there was a small golden ball floating.
It is actually a precious material that can only be extracted from the blood of the Silver clan, the gold of ten thousand refinements!
"Snapped!"
Zhong Wen flipped his right hand and hit the golden ball hard on the spurge.
The seemingly hard ball immediately turned into a ball of golden liquid, slowly spreading upward along the body of the halberd, and soon merged with it, completely disappearing.
At the same time, the shape of the spurge also began to gradually change, with the blade becoming wider and longer.
"Boom!"
When the changes stopped, clouds gathered above his head again, lightning flashed, and a terrifying thunderbolt fell headlong with infinite power and struck him fiercely.
Coming again?
Seeing the thunder of heavenly tribulation rolling down, Chen Qingxuan and Sikong Changxing's mouths opened wide, the covetousness and longing in their eyes could hardly be concealed, and their saliva almost flowed out.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
One after another, the thunder came one after another, and the terrifying power caused the sky and the earth to change color, and the sun and the moon lost light, forcing Liao Bai to retreat continuously and dodge in panic.
The power of the thunder this time was more than ten times stronger than when the evil ghost was refined previously.
Seven ways...eight ways...nine ways...ten ways!
The moment the thunder calamity stopped, everyone around them turned to stone, and the expressions on their faces were indescribably wonderful.
"Lao Jin, I, there's nothing wrong with my eyes, right?"
The right hand of the silver sword rested on the shoulder of the golden sword. Feeling that his legs and feet were a little weak, he said with a trembling voice, "Did ten thunderbolts just fall?"
"Okay, it seems like there are really ten ways."
Golden Sword swallowed hard, and even speaking became very difficult.
"With just one shot like this, you can create a divine weapon of ten tribulations?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, Bai Yin Dao was so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue. He gestured wildly with his left hand and his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhong Wen. His expression was really exciting, "Is this still a human being?"
"
"or……"
Golden Sword looked at Zhong Wen with extremely fiery eyes, as if looking at a rare treasure, "Shall we also try to attract it?"