Fengyi himself is a seventh-level weapon refiner, which also means that Fengyi himself is at least a sixth-level star soul master.
In the entire Tianchen Continent, although he cannot be said to be the all-powerful one, holding the world in his hands, he is still firmly at the top of the mountain of strong men.
, a person who is proud of Tianchen.
But now he looked at the young boy below and felt that his soul was almost frozen.
A fear of survival dominated his five senses and dominated his soul. If the young man hadn't used his eyes to signal that he was not allowed to move, he might have already knelt down to him... and knelt down!
This person…
This person…
Is this person really Ling Han from the Lingtian Alliance? !
Could this person's unfathomable, resentful aura really be what a... "person" would feel
He didn't dare to say that even if he was filled with fear and awe, he could only keep it in his heart, otherwise what would explode next time would not be those forging hammers, but his head.
With a slight cough, Fengyi tried his best to make his voice sound calm, "Bring the spiritual weapon...please come up!" Even when he said a word, he had to think carefully about the words he used. He did not dare to use "present" or "take", only dare to use "present" or "take". Say please.
Di Shifang nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the timer incense that had burned to ashes, raised his eyebrows and said: "The time has come, why don't you announce the deadline for the competition?"
Fengyi said quickly: "It's time for the fourth round of weapon refining competition -"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the contestants with dark faces and tattered bodies all jumped up.
"Your Excellency Feng! What did you say?!"
"Your Excellency Feng, what does it mean that time is up? What should we do?"
"That's right, Your Excellency Feng, all the spiritual weapons we have refined are..."
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When Fengyi heard what a few people said, his forehead twitched with shock, and he thought to himself, what kind of spiritual weapons are you still worried about, and what kind of results are you worried about in the competition? You guys almost died collectively!
Why don't you shut up now!
But Feng Yi naturally didn't dare to say these words. He just had a frightened feeling that he who doesn't know has nothing to fear.
He was afraid that Di Shifang would be unhappy and blood would be splattered on the spot.
He glared, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? The time has come, and none of you have completed the weapon refining, so what else do you have to say!"
Hearing this, the contestants were so angry that their hearts trembled. Someone jumped out and pointed at Di Shifang and yelled: "It's all this person, and it's all the weird forging hammer that this person used in the end. If it weren't for him, we would be here again." How could there be a collective attack on weapons? Even the forging hammer was destroyed!"
At this time, in order to maintain their own results in the competition, the contestants from these major sects united as never before.
"That's right! This is clearly a trap set by this person!"
"That's this guy. He doesn't know how to refine weapons at all. Don't be deceived by him, Mr. Feng!"
"How dare you use such shady means in such a solemn competition, his results should be cancelled, no, the results of the entire Soul Fighting Sect should be cancelled!"
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Listening to the people getting more and more angry as they talked, Di Shifang was fine, but Fengyi was so anxious that his head was covered in cold sweat, and even his inner clothes were wet with sweat.
Finally, he slammed the table, and with a "boom", the table, which was extremely hard and comparable to a diamond, cracked.
"This is unreasonable! Shut up all of you. If anyone dares to say one more word, I will crush your throats!"