Over the years, Qi Feng has never seen such a chaotic scene.
Of course, there has never been anyone like Su Zimo before.
In the eyes of everyone, Su Zimo was a life-threatening lunatic.
"Hmph! I think he knows he will lose, so he is playing tricks here."
"Let me see, this Su Zimo has ulterior motives. His actions just now may be to hurt Senior Brother Feng, so that the final showdown between the two will not have to take place."
Outside the main hall, there were various speculations and discussions.
"Su Zimo, do you want to gather spirits or give up on gathering spirits? Why did you do such an unusual thing?" The first Wenxuan of Lingfeng frowned and asked sharply.
Su Zimo smiled and said: "Of course it's about gathering spirits."
"Why did Juling remove the weapon refining cauldron?" Wenxuan asked again.
"Isn't it allowed?"
Su Zimo asked back, Wenxuan was speechless.
There are indeed no regulations in the weapon refining. Spirit gathering must be carried out in the weapon refining cauldron, but this is just too weird and incomprehensible.
At this moment, while Su Zimo was gathering his spirits, he looked back at Feng Haoyu and asked with a smile: "Feng Haoyu, do you think you have won?"
"snort!"
Feng Haoyu snorted coldly and said coldly: "I don't believe you can successfully gather spirits!"
"Okay, then I'll let you see."
In fact, during this moment of conversation, Su Zimo had tried to gather spirits many times, but he felt the danger and stopped in time.
But this time, there was a vague sign of a spiritual pattern on the ax, but there was no sign of danger.
Su Zimo was overjoyed.
Done!
Buzz!
With a trembling sound, the aura on the ax flourished, and a dazzling ray of light erupted, flashing in front of everyone's eyes.
Spirit pattern!
The discussion outside the hall gradually subsided.
Many disciples stared at this scene with their mouths wide open, their eyes almost falling out.
Successfully gathered spirits
Isn’t it said that gathering spirits is difficult
Why did Su Zimo condensate a spiritual pattern in a daze after just chatting for a few words
Not to mention the many disciples outside the main hall, even the leader of the Five Peaks looked stunned and full of doubts.
luck
coincide
What's going on
After all, the other leaders of the four peaks didn't know much about the art of refining weapons, so they all looked at Old Man Zao with questioning intent in their eyes.
The bad old man pondered for a long time and couldn't think of a reason, so he had to shake his head.
Su Zimo successfully gathered spirits, and there was no doubt that he would be ranked first in the Qifeng competition.
Feng Haoyu's face suddenly turned ugly.
Even if his refining speed is fast enough, after all, it is just a pseudo-spiritual weapon with no grade.
"Won!"
"Haha, our Qifeng wins!"
"Junior Brother Su, well done!"
After a brief silence, a burst of cheers came from the crowd.
Some Lingfeng disciples who were originally optimistic about Feng Haoyu were a little downcast.
Until now, they are still a little confused as to why Su Zimo succeeded in gathering spirits by some strange coincidence.
And he looks so relaxed
Others may have been refining weapons for many years, but they may not be able to refine a low-grade spiritual weapon. How can this kid just make one just by chatting
Feng Haoyu quickly adjusted his mood, sneered, and turned around to leave.
"Very good, very good. You win this match. Danfeng competes in art. Let's compete again!"
Feng Haoyu's voice came over, but he had already disappeared into the crowd.
With a stabbing sound, Su Zimo put the giant ax into the cold water. A low-grade giant ax took shape. It looked fierce and domineering. The ax blade flashed with cold light and seemed to be able to split a mountain!
"Hmph! So what if it's a low-grade spiritual weapon? Which Qi practitioner would use such a clumsy axe? It's ridiculous!"
A Lingfeng disciple said sourly.
"Fat Master doesn't like hearing what you are saying. This is what Fat Master likes!"
The little fat man was unhappy on the spot.
The Lingfeng disciple sneered: "You like to have a useless thing, that is someone else's spiritual weapon!"
At this moment, Su Zimo waved to the little fat man and said in a loud voice: "Fat man, this weapon is made for you and is given to you."
"Well… "
The Lingfeng disciple who just spoke had a livid face, and he slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
The little fat man ran up to Su Zimo happily, with an excited look on his face. He rubbed his fleshy palms back and forth, wanting to laugh but feeling embarrassed.
"Brother, is it really for me?"
You know, the little fat man doesn't have a low-grade spiritual weapon with him so far.
Unexpectedly, Su Zimo made one for him personally.
And this giant ax fit him so well, it was almost tailor-made.
With this low-grade spiritual weapon, the little fat man will definitely get a good ranking in the Lingfeng competition.
"Well, take it."
Su Zimo nodded and handed the giant ax to the little fat man.
The little fat man took it and couldn't put it down. He said drunkenly: "I will sleep with my arms around it today!"
After saying that, the little fat man kissed the giant ax hard.
Seeing this scene, the leader of the five peaks showed a smile.
The white-haired young man whispered: "This favor is not small."
"It's just a pity. If Su Zimo can take this opportunity to refine a low-grade flying sword for himself, he might have a chance of winning against Feng Haoyu," Xuan Yi said.
Wenxuan shook his head and said: "The gap in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too big and cannot be made up by one or two low-grade spiritual weapons."
The old man waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. After winning the first place in the Weapon Peak, Su Zimo will also have the opportunity to choose a low-grade spiritual weapon in the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion."
The bad old man stood up and raised his voice: "The results of this Qifeng competition are obvious. Su Zimo, a disciple of Qifeng, won the first place!"
Many Qifeng disciples cheered loudly.
The old man said again: "Su Zimo, please come up and tell me what's the profound meaning of removing the weapon refining cauldron just now."
"This..." Su Zimo looked hesitant.
"It's okay. There is no priority in cultivating the Tao. The master is the teacher. Share your experience and let everyone learn from it." The old man encouraged him again.
Su Zimo walked to Old Man Zao and whispered: "Master, my method may not be suitable for others."
To be fair, only Su Zimo can master this spirit-gathering technique, and others really can't learn it.
"It doesn't matter, just say a few words." The old man advised again.
Su Zimo had no choice but to come to the front, face the many disciples of Wufeng, and cough lightly.
Inside and outside the hall, many disciples immediately pricked up their ears.
"Uh... it's a habit of mine to remove the weapon refining cauldron. I feel that the success rate of gathering spirits will be higher." Su Zimo said vaguely, biting the bullet.
Su Zimo didn't know that his casual words would be remembered by many disciples.
Removing the refining cauldron can increase the success rate of spirit gathering!
Seeing the eyes of many disciples gleaming, Su Zimo quickly said: "Removing the weapon refining cauldron is very dangerous, so everyone should not try it."
This sentence was originally well-intentioned, but many disciples mistakenly thought that Su Zimo did not want them to learn this method of gathering spirits, so he said this.
Therefore, some time after this, sect disciples began to have accidents while refining weapons, failed to gather spirits, and were blown up half to death by fragments of spiritual weapons...