Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 116 What Does He Refine?

Listening to the ridicule and ridicule from the crowd, Su Zimo looked as usual. If he hadn't heard it, he went straight to the Temple of Refiner.

As it took three months at the front, and later devoted most of his mind to studying the sword formation, Su Zimo's cultivation as a realm did not reach the ninth layer of condensate as expected.

Of course, there are still a few days before his final battle with Feng Haoyu.

In the past few days, Su Zimo hastened his time to cultivate and still has the opportunity to step into the Ninth Layer of Ningqi.

"Brother, come on!"

In the crowd, the fat man's voice sounded, and he fisted at Su Zimo.

Su Zimo smiled slightly, nodded, and entered the Temple of the Refiner.

In the hall, Xue Yi and others nodded to see Su Zimo.

"Brother Su, don't be distracted by the words outside. Peace of mind, you can definitely win!" Xue Yi whispered as he passed by Xue Yi.

"Well, Brother Xue is the same."

Su Zimo responded with a smile.

"Rest assured, now that I have cultivated the second-level spirit fire, I may not lose to Feng Haoyu." Xue Yi's eyes flashed with confidence.

At the stage of condensing gas, it is quite difficult to cultivate the second-level spirit fire.

This time, Su Zimo did not stand behind the main hall, but walked directly to the forefront, standing next to Feng Haoyu.

There was a smell of gunpowder gradually in the hall.

"Brother Su, I haven't seen you in half a year. Your cultivation has not increased much, but you have a lot of courage." Feng Haoyu glanced at Su Zimo and said lightly.

"I have always been brave." Su Zimo's tone was calm and he did not squint.

Feng Haoyu also said: "If you ask for forgiveness now, after Lingfeng compares art, I will leave you a face, and you will not lose too much."

"Is it?"

Su Zimo smiled indifferently.

Feng Haoyu's two words, of course, are not simply wanting to fight with Su Zimo, the more important purpose is to disturb Su Zimo's mind.

Regardless of the refiner or the alchemy, a slight fluctuation in mind may fail.

Unfortunately, Feng Haoyu's purpose was not achieved. His two punches seemed to be hit on cotton and he was weak.

"That's right, I forgot to tell you one thing."

Feng Haoyu's mouth slightly tilted, suddenly reached out his palm, and raised a flame in his palm.

Dark red, secondary spirit fire!

Immediately afterwards, Feng Haoyu's palm agitated, a spirit wind was poured into the secondary spirit fire.

call!

The flames rose sharply, and the color intensified.

Tertiary Fire!

At this moment, Feng Haoyu's voice sounded: "I have also cultivated the third-level spiritual fire, and your greatest dependence is not much in front of me."

Feng Haoyu's intention is obvious, that is to put pressure on again!

The greater the pressure Su Sumo is subjected to, the easier it is to get nervous, and the easier it is to make mistakes!

Seeing the tertiary spirit fire in the palm of Feng Haoyu's palm, there was a sound of exclamation inside and outside the hall.

"I thought this first match might be fierce. Now it seems that Su Zimo's victory is not big."

"Yes, they have the same level of spiritual fire. How can Su Zimo's refining technique be better than Brother Feng."

Xue Yi's eyes darkened.

He tried his best to cultivate the second-level spirit fire, thinking that he could compete with Feng Haoyu, but he was still weak.

Other disciples who participated in Qi Feng's art also became dignified and suddenly became tense.

In the main hall, only Su Zimo's expression was calm, and he only took a slight glance and then looked back.

Seeing this scene, the first seat of Wufeng was secretly praised in his heart.

In any case, just this calm and calm mentality is enough to be proud of the audience.

The old man got up, pressed his hands down, and the crowd calmed down.

"All the disciples participating in Qifeng Yiyi can come forward to select spiritual materials, and refining any weapon at will. After the refining, the weapon is handed in to judge the final victory.

With the old man's words falling, the disciples in the hall stepped forward to pick the spiritual mines they needed.

A dozen piles of spirit mines are placed in front of it. The main spirit mine for making Feijian is hematite, and other spirit mines are relatively scarce.

In the first step of the refiner, there are some particulars.

If you want to refine the flying sword, you can add two or three auxiliary spirit mines in addition to the red gold stone.

The added spirit is too much, which means that there will be more impurities, refining will be more difficult, and the refining time will be longer.

Each time Qifeng compares his art, no disciple can make a master spirit.

Everyone refining is a pseudo-spirit. On the one hand, it depends on quality, and on the other hand, it depends on the speed of refining.

Soon, the selection of many disciples was completed.

Only Su Zimo was still wandering in front of more than a dozen piles of spirit mines, I wondered what he was thinking.

Su Zimo already has six flying swords. If he refined them, it would seem a bit redundant.

Thinking for a moment, Su Zimo picked from each of a dozen piles of spirit mines and took them back.

This scene naturally attracted many people's ridicule.

The more spiritual mines, the heavier the artifact will naturally be. If you refine a Feijian, you will lose the advantage of Feijian's flexibility and lightness.

"Is Su Zimo silly? He doesn't want to make a big hammer, haha!"

"Looking at this posture, it is possible."

"Don't laugh, maybe someone wants to make a giant flying sword, and it will scare you out!"

There was a sound of discussion outside the main hall.

Even the bad old man frowned slightly when he saw Su Zimo's move.

Many disciples returned to their respective positions and moved out of the Refiner Ding, and they were all ready.

The old man waved with a big hand, and Shen said, "Qi Feng is more artistic, and it's officially started!"

As soon as the words fell, the fire was everywhere.

Groups of spirits jumped in the palms of many disciples, and the red hall reflected the entire hall, and the hall calmed down.

Among them, the tertiary spirit fire that belongs to the forefront Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo is the most striking.

Secondly, it is Xue Yi's secondary spiritual fire.

The second step of the mixer is Wen Ding.

At about the same time, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo were the first to finish Wen Ding and start to put in a spirit mine.

The movements of the two were smooth, and obviously both had worked hard.

Wufeng nodded secretly.

The crimson flame continued to burn under the refining vessel, and the temperature in the vessel rose. After a while of work, the spirit mine began to melt.

Because Su Zimo has more spiritual ore and is mixed, the smelting speed is obviously slower.

Even with the help of Level 3 Spiritual Fire, Su Zimo has lagged behind most disciples in this step.

After half an hour, the spirit mineral liquid in Feng Hao Yu Ding has no longer decreased, and the first smelting is over.

In Su Zimo's smelter, many spirit mines have just melted and burned red, and rumblingly bubbling bubbles, continuously refining impurities.

At this point, Feng Haoyu's advantage was already obvious, far ahead of Su Zimo.

But Su Zimo was not in a hurry, and he was not hurried, staring at the many spirit mines in the refining vessel, constantly increasing the flame, and refining the impurities in the spirit mines as much as possible.

When Feng Haoyu finished her shaping, she started the fourth step.

Su Zimo has just finished the smelting, two steps behind!

There are a lot of spiritual mineral liquids left in the Su Zimo Refiner Ding, let alone making a flying sword, even if it is making several flying swords, it is more than enough.

What kind of artifact does he want to make?

Everyone's mind flashed a question at the same time.

(End of this chapter)