"Not only is it awesome, it's quite awesome!"
Xue Yi sighed lightly: "I have been in the Piaomiao Sect for six years, and I have just touched the edge of the second-level spiritual fire."
"Hey, don't mention that anymore."
Xue Yi cheered up again, shrugged and said: "If Feng Haoyu can really achieve success in both alchemy and weapon refining, and help us Piaomiao Peak stay on the elixir list and weapon list of the sect's competition, we will There’s also light on the face, isn’t it?”
Su Zimo smiled and nodded.
"Everyone, please be quiet!"
At this moment, a foundation-building monk appeared at the front of the weapon refining hall. He pressed down with his hands, and the noise in the hall gradually disappeared.
"Everyone comes forward to select the spiritual materials, then disperse, choose an open space in the hall, and start refining the weapon. The assessment officially begins!"
Hundreds of sect disciples selected their spiritual materials and dispersed one after another. Su Zimo and Xue Yi chose a spot at the back of the hall next to each other.
Feng Haoyu stood at the front with his hands behind his back and an arrogant expression. No one dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Before this, Feng Haoyu had inquired that among all the trial disciples in the five peaks, no one had cultivated the second-level spiritual fire, and the best ones had just touched the edge of the second-level spiritual fire.
Feng Haoyu is very confident that he will definitely get the first place in this end-of-month assessment, and thus be eligible to watch the images left by the sect's seniors when they were refining weapons.
boom!
Feng Haoyu removed the weapon refining tripod from the storage bag and landed heavily on the ground, causing the entire hall to shake.
Feng Haoyu's every move attracted everyone's attention.
The more than one hundred sect disciples who participated in the assessment were not in a hurry to refine the weapons. After placing the weapon-refining tripod, their eyes fell on Feng Haoyu.
The corners of Feng Haoyu's mouth curled up slightly.
Although he didn't turn around to look, he could still feel the hot, jealous, and admiring eyes.
Feng Haoyu enjoyed this feeling very much.
The feeling of being in the spotlight.
Feng Haoyu slowly stretched out his palm and circulated his spiritual energy.
A flame rose up, just a light red first-level spiritual fire.
The whole hall was silent, and everyone looked at the person in the front with bated breath.
call!
Feng Haoyu stretched out another palm, and a stream of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips and fell into the flames.
With a thumping sound, the flames in Feng Haoyu's palm grew louder and darker in color. After a while, they all turned into dark red.
Second level spiritual fire!
Wow!
Even though many sect disciples had heard about this, they still felt quite shocked when they saw the second-level spiritual fire with their own eyes, and the crowd was in an uproar.
Second-level spiritual fire greatly increases the success rate of refining low-grade spiritual weapons, and many monks cannot reach it in their lifetime.
Feeling the restlessness in the crowd, Feng Haoyu's eyes flashed with pride, and with a move of his hand, the second-level spiritual fire came lightly to the refining cauldron and continued to burn.
Wen Ding.
First, use the spiritual fire to evenly heat the surroundings of the refining cauldron. After the temperature spreads throughout the cauldron, the spiritual materials are added.
The process of refining the weapon was relatively long. At this time, many monks behind Feng Haoyu also began to condense the spiritual fire and perform the steps of warming the tripod.
Xue Yi looked at Su Zimo and said, "Junior Brother Su, let's get started."
"Okay." Su Zimo nodded.
Xue Yi stretched out his palm, and a ball of flame rose in his palm. Although it was a first-level spiritual fire, the color was a bit dark, and there was a faint tendency to transform into a second-level spiritual fire.
Wen Ding did not need to concentrate on this step.
Xue Yi circled the spiritual fire around the weapon refining cauldron before placing it under the cauldron. He turned to look at Su Zimo, thinking that his junior brother had just come into contact with the weapon refining technique and might be a little unfamiliar. He could give some advice. Some.
Xue Yi turned his head and was stunned on the spot.
There was a ball of flame burning in Su Zimo's palm, and the red light was so dazzling!
Xue Yi was completely stunned, his mind went blank, and the flame under the weapon refining cauldron in front of him went out without even noticing.
Su Zimo also imitated others, burning the spiritual fire around the weapon refining cauldron, and then placed it under the cauldron again.
This step of Wen Ding was not mentioned in the previous explanations given by the inner disciples.
For a month, Su Zimo practiced in seclusion and never tried Wen Ding.
"This assessment was really not in vain, it really paid off." Su Zimo was secretly happy.
"Su, Su, Junior Brother Su, you, you, you spiritual fire..."
At this moment, Xue Yi's stammering voice came to Su Zimo's ears, with a hint of trembling.
Su Zimo turned his head and smiled, and said: "I was just lucky, and I managed to cultivate the third-level spiritual fire in a daze."
Su Zimo's words were not meant to be modest. He had practiced it in a daze, and he still doesn't know the reason.
Xue Yi stared, mouth wide open, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
This was the first time he heard that level three spiritual fire was something that could be achieved by luck and in a daze.
The two people's voices were not loud, but the surrounding sect disciples could hear them clearly.
Level three spiritual fire
Let’s dream!
The few disciples in front looked back and were dumbfounded.
A strange atmosphere gradually filled the air and spread throughout the entire hall.
Feng Haoyu, who was standing at the front, seemed to feel something and frowned slightly, but out of pride, he did not look back.
There was no one in this hall worthy of his special attention!
At this moment, a piercing scream broke the weirdness in the hall.
"Level 3 Spiritual Fire!"
After the scream sounded, the hall instantly boiled.
"Crimson red, it's really a third-level spiritual fire!"
"Who is this person? He looks very unfamiliar. Why have you never seen him before?"
"It seems that he is a new disciple this year."
"It's incredible. This person is only a fifth-level Qigong practitioner, but he actually cultivates a third-level spiritual fire. What kind of talent is this?"
Hearing the discussion behind him, Feng Haoyu's face suddenly darkened.
After standing quietly for a while, Feng Haoyu's expression returned to its original state, his eyes were calm, he slowly turned around and looked behind him.
The crimson flame came into view immediately.
Immediately afterwards, there was the familiar green shirt and a face with delicate features.
"It's him again!"
Feng Haoyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed deep in his eyes.
"Um?"
Su Zimo, who was still in Wen Ding, suddenly felt a sense of hostility and looked up subconsciously.
"What a keen sense!"
Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked.
He had hidden his hostility very well, but he didn't expect to attract Su Zimo's attention.
The two people's eyes collided in mid-air. Feng Haoyu's expression remained unchanged, still aloof, and turned back.
On the surface, it seemed that Feng Haoyu didn't take this scene to heart.
But under his weapon refining cauldron, the second level spiritual fire has been extinguished, which shows the shock in his heart!
Su Zimo smiled and didn't think much about it. Seeing that the weapon refining cauldron was already warm, and he was about to put the selected spiritual materials into it, an unkempt head suddenly appeared next to him.
Su Zimo was startled, took out the Hanyue Sword from the storage bag with his backhand, and almost slashed it...
"Meet the Master!"
"I have met the first master."
When the disciples in the main hall saw the visitor, they all made a sound.
Su Zimo coughed lightly and stuffed the Hanyue Knife back without any trace.