Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3175
Including Mo Xian, a total of five blacksmiths forging together, the picture is quite gorgeous.

All kinds of materials were flying rapidly, constantly changing their shapes under the burning of the flames.

Although most people have seen the forging process, but at this moment they know that the ones they have seen before are simply pediatrics, and this time is the real forging.

The material seems to be alive, changing constantly, and various magical operations are constantly presented in front of everyone. It is simply a kind of enjoyment. Although it is not a direct competition, everyone is still excited to see it.

The forging process was much shorter than everyone expected, but within a few minutes, dozens of materials were successfully transformed into a long sword in the hands of Mo Xian and the others.

The finished product from the Fengling clan looks cold and shining. Although it is only a first-grade spiritual treasure, the occasional flashes of precious light on it tell everyone that this long sword is definitely not that simple, and it is much higher than ordinary first-grade spiritual treasures. , It is even comparable to the second-grade Lingbao.

The Fengling tribe is obviously very satisfied with their results. Although they haven't forged a first-grade spirit treasure for a long time, such a simple thing is not worth mentioning to them, and even squeezed the power of a first-grade spirit treasure to the extreme.

They even dared to say that this is definitely the best among the first-grade spirit treasures on the market.

"Sure enough, he is indeed a top blacksmith, even the first-grade spirit treasure can be forged so outstandingly!"

"I'm sure, the ordinary second-grade spirit treasures are probably not as good as this one."

There has been a blast on the stands, and the details of the Lingbao made by the blacksmiths of the Wind Spirit Tribe are simply perfect, and there is no fault at all.

At this moment, Mo Xian is not over yet. After all, the comparison is not about speed, so he is not in a hurry at all, and strives to make this spirit treasure to the extreme. After all, he may not have a chance to create a first-grade spirit treasure in the future.

However, in the eyes of others, he was simply delaying time and posturing.

"Are people so impetuous nowadays!" Even Mo Xian, who had a thick skin, could not stand up to the surrounding discussions at this moment.

Fortunately, he was used to it, and those boos didn't affect him at all.

After such a period of time, he finally finished it. The finished product looks similar to those of the Wind Spirit Clan. After all, the design drawings are the same and the materials are the same.

But upon closer inspection, his long sword looked ordinary.

Po Kong, uh, no Po Kong at all.

But if you look closely, you can find that the details of this long sword are quite exquisite, it is natural, and it has a sense of returning to nature.

Of course, this must be savored carefully, and the people present will not be able to see it at all.

They just judged at first sight that the spirit treasure created by Mo Xian was not as good as that of the Wind Spirit Clan. This was the gap.

"Boy, what else do you have to say?" The blacksmith of the Wind Spirit Tribe looked at Mo Xian disdainfully, and anyone with a discerning eye could see the gap between Mo Xian and them.

"You don't seem to have won yet?" Mo Xian smiled, and at the same time lightly waved the long sword, making a slight sword cry.

No matter from which point of view, this long sword made him quite satisfied. It was the most satisfactory work he had forged so far. The only downside was that the grade was too low to be used at all.

"It's ridiculous, the facts are already so obvious, what's there to compare with, don't tell me you want to humiliate yourself?" The Wind Spirit Tribe blacksmith laughed loudly.

"Hehe, it seems that you are much more blind than I imagined!" Mo Xian sneered.

"The result is so obvious, this Mo Xian is still persisting."

"Sometimes persistence is a good thing, but in this case, it's a joke!"

Everyone was discussing that if Mo Xian's current status was not the same as before, he might have been sprayed to death by saliva.

"Have you heard that, the eyes of the masses are discerning. But since you have doubts and want to compare, then don't feel ashamed!" the blacksmith of the Wind Spirit Tribe jokingly said.

The easiest way to compare the strength of the same first-grade Lingbao is to find two people of equal power to fight it out. If Mo Xian's sword breaks immediately, it will be a big joke.

Soon, two low-level warriors entered the field. They were of the same strength and size, and there was almost no difference between them.

After the two sides confirmed that they were correct, it was time for the spirit treasure competition. The method was also very simple, that is, to slash each other with their long swords.

The two warriors held the long swords forged by Mo Xian and the Feng Ling tribe respectively, and then attacked each other with all their strength.

Seeing that the two long swords were about to touch each other, the air seemed to freeze, and countless eyes focused on the two long swords, for fear of missing the key point.

Both Mo Xian and the blacksmiths of the Wind Spirit Clan were somewhat disapproving, thinking that the other party had no chance at all.

Under the eyes of everyone, the two long swords finally came into contact with each other, accompanied by a series of sparks, making the sound of metal breaking.

As everyone expected, Mo Xian's finished product was no match for the Wind Spirit Clan at all, it just broke in one go.

Of course, this was just what everyone thought. When they saw it clearly, their eyes widened immediately, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

The seemingly inconspicuous long sword remained intact, while the other apparently more glamorous long sword was broken into several sections, and even the hand of the person holding the sword trembled.

"How could this happen!" After recovering, there were exclamations all around.

Even if the works of the Wind Spirit Clan are not as good as Mo Xian's, it's impossible to cut them off so easily, unless the gap between the two is too big.

"How is it possible!" The people of the Wind Spirit Clan were dumbfounded. According to what they said earlier, as long as Mo Xian beat any of them, he would be considered a winner, so they have already lost.

"Do you want to continue?" Mo Xian said indifferently, since it was a certainty, he wasn't surprised at all.

The blacksmiths of the Wind Spirit Tribe turned red immediately, but they were not reconciled to letting them admit defeat like this, and they couldn't afford to lose, after all, they were the ones who started the matter.

If they had known it would be like this, they shouldn't have listened to Nora's words and made such a big commotion.

"What are you doing, keep going, aren't there other people?" The people in the stands were unhappy, most of them bought the Wind Spirit Clan to win, so naturally they didn't dare to lose just like that.

As for the big words that the Wind Spirit Clan said earlier, of course they were selectively ignored.

Hearing the voice of the crowd, Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, and said, "It seems that there is no other way if we don't continue!"

The blacksmith of the Wind Spirit Clan's complexion became more and more ugly, and he wished he could find a hole in the ground and turn in.

In order to comply with the voice of the masses, the competition had to continue.

But the result made everyone dumbfounded. In front of the long sword forged by Mo Xian, the achievements of the Fengling clan were cut off like paper, while the long sword Mo Xian forged did not even have a trace. No, the gap is self-evident.

The people of the Fengling tribe kept saying that Mo Xian was really humiliating himself, but the facts proved that they were slapping themselves in the face.

(End of this chapter)