When the ninth-level weapon-refining master in a purple-gold robe announced that Yan Feng had won the second seat, and that Lin Feng and Mu Linxue had won the championship seat, the hearts of everyone in Mu Mansion suddenly trembled violently. They felt extremely Complex and indescribable.
Before that, they were planning to marry Mu Linxue into the Yan family after the weapon refining competition. Everyone thought that Mu Linxue would lose in the weapon refining competition. However, because of Lin Feng's appearance, Mulin Xue and Lin Feng The combination won the championship seat in this weapon refining competition. These are the children of their Mufu. They should feel extremely proud at this time, but their true feelings at this moment are strange. The person they are about to abandon , won the championship, how ridiculous this is.
Winning the championship seat in the weapon refining competition is of extraordinary significance. Although they all know that Lin Feng has the greatest contribution to the championship, but after all, Lin Feng and Mu Linxue are a pair, and everything they get next , will belong to both of them.
Mu Qingying had a complicated look on her face. She glanced deeply in Lin Feng's direction and had an idea in her mind: "If Lin Feng cooperates with me in refining weapons, what kind of imperial weapon will he be able to refine?"
However, before the crowd had time to digest the thoughts in their hearts, Yan Feng's dissatisfied voice had already floated out and spread to all directions, causing everyone's eyes to focus on him again.
Of course Yan Feng was not convinced. Just now, he thought that the championship seat had been obtained, and he even said big words. Not only him, but also the vast majority of the audience thought so, but in the end, the purple-gold robed weapon refining master took the championship seat. Given to Lin Feng, this made Yan Feng extremely embarrassed.
"Master, everyone in the Yan family is also a little dissatisfied." At this time, the head of the Yan family stood there, bowing slightly to the ninth-level weapon refiner master to express his apology, and openly questioned the judgment of the ninth-level weapon refiner master. This was no small matter, and he didn't dare to go too far, so although he said it was good, he was still respectful.
The ninth-level weapon-refining master glanced at the Yan family members and Yan Feng, looked calm, and said slowly: "You are not convinced, do I need to change the verdict for you to win?"
"Master, I don't dare." When the head of the Yan family heard what the other party said, his heart trembled slightly. Although he meant this, the meaning when he said it from the other party's mouth was completely different. The ninth-level weapon refining master thought that Lin Feng If they don't accept the victory, is it possible that the master of weapon refinement should change the verdict that they win
"You don't dare, then tell me, how can you accept it?" Master Zijin Weapon Refiner said indifferently.
"Senior, Yan Feng just wants to have a fair opportunity, let me hold the imperial weapon I refined and collide with the imperial weapon he refined. In this way, senior can naturally tell who is stronger and weaker." Yan Feng said slightly. He lowered his head and said with a bow. His heart was fluctuating, but he didn't dare to make too many mistakes. After all, this was the rule of the weapon refining competition. At this moment, he was questioning the rules and the judgment of a ninth-level weapon refining master. If it was true, Provoking the other party will definitely not do him any good.
"It's a joke. People who use imperial weapons can be strong or weak. Do you think that a high-ranking emperor holding a first-level imperial weapon can't kill a lower-ranking emperor holding a ninth-level imperial weapon?" The weapon-refining master said coldly. The weapon is just an external force. Although a level 4 imperial weapon can already threaten the middle-level emperor, it is only based on theory. In a real battle, will the middle-level emperor stand there and let you kill him? As a person who respects martial arts, it is useless to hold a ninth-level imperial weapon. You will be crushed and killed easily. Unless your strength is inferior to that of your opponent, it is possible to suppress the opponent with the help of a powerful imperial weapon.
Yan Feng said that he and Lin Feng each used their own imperial weapons to collide. Because he and Lin Feng were not equal in strength, the purple-gold robed weapon refining master believed that this collision did not have reference significance.
"Senior, I don't mind letting him try." At this time, Lin Feng said to the purple-gold robed weapon refining master, which immediately made the ninth-level weapon refining master raise his head and look at Lin Feng. He thought for a moment, and then his eyes returned again. He looked at Yan Feng and said, "Since everyone else has agreed, I will give you a chance."
"Thank you, senior." Yan Feng's eyes showed excitement, and then his body suddenly turned to Lin Feng, his eyes turned cold. He didn't expect that this man would actually ask for a fight, which was ridiculous.
With the long sword in hand, the power of the law of fire swept out and plunged into the red blood sword in the palm. Suddenly, a terrifying red blood sword glow spit out in the void. Before it bloomed, more than ten feet of red blood appeared. mango.
Lin Feng held a gun in his right hand. The silver gun was thin and long. It stayed quietly in Lin Feng's palm, but there was a faint and terrifying aura of destruction.
"Everyone will see that the real champion of the weapon refining competition will be me, Yan Feng."
Flames were billowing from Yan Feng's body, like a roaring dragon. His body moved, holding a sharp sword and heading towards Lin Feng. The sword was already hanging in the air, ready to slash out at any time.
Lin Feng didn't say any words. Any words at this time were feeble. Only facts could be used to verify everything.
"Song of the Wind!" The moment Lin Feng's body moved, it was like a gust of wind, so fast that his entire body turned into a shadow, and the spear in his hand began to spin crazily.
"Cut!" Yan Feng roared angrily, slashing out with his long sword, and almost at the same time, Lin Feng's silver spear thrust out, the void was shattered, and the terrifying red-blooded fire dragon was torn apart and spread in all directions. It was extremely spectacular. Lin Feng's palm suddenly relaxed, and the spear suddenly disappeared.
"Tsk..." The void seemed to be torn open, and Yan Feng felt an extremely terrifying power of destruction rolling towards him, stinging his head, as if it was going to tear his body apart. Open it.
"Go!" Yan Feng waved his hand fiercely and slashed out with the sword. Then a sound of collision came to mind, and the pressure of destruction seemed to turn into a terrifying storm, swallowing and tearing away the red blood dragon light. The long sword was violently shaken back. Yan Feng reached out to grab it, but felt a terrible force that shattered his palm, making him unable to hold on. Then, the hilt of the sword hit his chest hard. , causing him to groan, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fly back several thousand meters.
But Yan Feng seemed to be unable to feel the pain on his body. At this time, his face was pale. After his body stopped, he looked a little lost, and there was no blood on his face.
Defeated, his sword was knocked back by the opponent's spear, which undoubtedly verified everything. There was no problem with the judgment of the ninth-level weapon master.
The crowd's eyes were fixed on the two figures in the void. Yan Feng was defeated so completely. He controlled the power of the law, but in the collision of the imperial weapons, the sword he refined lost.
That collision undoubtedly announced that Lin Feng and Mu Linxue deserved to win the championship in this weapon refining competition.
"Before the conclusion of the weapon refining competition came out, you claimed to have won the championship seat, Yan Feng, you are so funny." Lin Feng stretched out his hand to wipe the silver spear in his hand, and uttered a sound with a faint smile, which made Yan Feng's His face was as ugly as he wanted. Isn't this exactly what he said to Lin Feng before? Lin Feng didn't officially fight back until he completely defeated him. This kind of fight is the most powerful. No one can question it, because Lin Feng He is the winner, and this is the world of martial arts where the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy!
The purple-robed master who was optimistic about the combination of Lin Feng and Mu Linxue smiled. This time, he made the right bet. He looked at the purple-robed master next to him and heard him smile: "You seem to have asked me for it before. My weapon refining skills, you are so funny, now it’s time to give them to me!”
The corner of the other person's mouth twitched slightly, but he felt his heart was filled with panic. The word "humor" in the other person's mouth at this moment was so ironic.
Not long ago, when Yan Feng refined the imperial weapon, Yan Feng himself, he, and the people of the Yan family almost announced to the public that Yan Feng had won the championship seat in the weapon refining competition. Even after Lin Feng refined the imperial weapon, It has been like this since the Imperial Weapon, but now the ending is completely opposite. This feeling is really uncomfortable. They all feel their faces burning, as if everyone is looking at them with irony.
"I judged the outcome of the Weapon Refining Competition and you questioned me and wanted to fight. Now, do you accept it?" The ninth-level Weapon Refining Master asked Yan Feng, with a hint of coldness in his voice. He didn't have any respect for Yan Feng. Malice, on the contrary, Yan Feng was able to get the second seat in the weapon refining competition, and he also admired it quite a lot. He was a good prospect. However, Yan Feng and the Yan family openly questioned his decision in front of everyone. What a shame. Don't give him face. In this case, there is no need for him to care about Yan Feng's face. Yan Feng, a junior, dares to question him. As a ninth-level weapon refining master, should he still care about Yan Feng and give him face
Everyone has to pay the price for their actions. Yan Feng chose to question him, so now, it is time to pay the price of questioning.
Yan Feng's body trembled slightly. Under this situation, he was asked to say to everyone, would he accept it? At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that just now he questioned a ninth-level master in front of everyone, saying that he was not convinced. Now, it was time for him to say it again, were he convinced
"What a headache!" The red-gold robed master who was optimistic about Yan Feng rubbed his temples and felt quite depressed. This guy is right to be young and frivolous, but if this frivolity is shown at inappropriate times, sometimes There is indeed a price to pay. Many people's youthful frivolity is slowly rubbed away in this way!