With One Finger, I Suppress The Heavens

In the Shura Refining Pavilion, the high temperature of the refining table spread to the entire compartment.

Coupled with the crowd blocking the door, the air is not ventilated, and it is extremely sultry.

But these people don't seem to want to retreat at all. It's really a joke of Ling Yu. It's too funny.

After working for a long time, I hit out a fire stick with a strange shape. If you say this thing is a sword, who would believe it?

It is estimated that if you take it out and fight, you don't need to do anything, and the other party will die of laughter.

Just bragging about being able to create an earth-level spirit tool makes people laugh out loud.

Ling Yu directly picked up the long sword that looked like a burning stick without quenching it. Facing the extreme high temperature, Ling Yu did not frown and held it in his hand.

"Is this person crazy?" There was another commotion in the crowd: "You won't want to self-harm just because you can't create a spiritual weapon?"

At that kind of temperature, unless you are a master who specializes in fire, you will inevitably be burned, and in severe cases, you may be left with disabilities.

Everyone noticed that Ling Yu didn't have the breath of Spiritual Qi in his hands, and his hands were completely in contact with the hot long sword.

The onlookers began to wonder if Ling Yu was afraid of being slapped in the face and wanted to make excuses for mutilating herself, but the price was too high.

After a while, they didn't see any change in Ling Yu, as if the extreme high temperature had no effect on Ling Yu at all.

This made the onlookers take a deep breath. Ling Yu may indeed not be able to refine weapons, but his strength is definitely not weak.

The voice of the discussion was also much quieter, after all, this is a world where the strong are respected.

"He is casting spirits!"

Someone finally noticed that Spiritual Qi was pouring into Long Sword in Ling Yu's hands.

"Can this still be infused?"

Everyone was completely dumbfounded, did Ling Yu really not understand or was he acting stupid?

At this level of refining, it is almost impossible to infuse the spirit, and the characteristics that exist in the rare metal body have been beaten by Ling Yu.

The essence of infusion is to rely on the refiner's Spiritual Qi and consciousness to awaken the characteristics of the material itself, so as to fuse it and complete the sublimation.

Otherwise, if the infusion is that simple, can you just infuse some Spiritual Qi into anything, and you can become an artifact refiner?

Anyone who knows a little about crafting can see that Ling Yu made a mistake in the first step. This time, the crafting was already doomed to fail, and they just stayed to watch the joke.

It's just that no one paid attention at this time, Ling Yu's abnormal index finger.

At this time, Ling Yu was forcibly pouring the power from the Ancestral God Finger into this long sword.

Moreover, there is nothing wrong with his artifact refining technique. Most of those things were taught to him by Xi, but his unique insights are not wrong.

He's just... It's really ugly!

"You said, what will he come up with this time? Will it explode with the fire stick?"

"Not necessarily." Someone answered with a dignified expression: "If the collision is too strong, there is a real risk of explosion, let's stand farther away, so as not to bring disaster to Chiyu."

Hearing this, the crowd of onlookers retreated a few steps. Only Heisha, Ye Feng, and the middle-aged man in black robe remained where they were. They didn't know if they really believed in Ling Yu, but the art master was actually bold.

"boom!"

Sure enough, an explosion soon came from where Ling Yu was. The sound was not loud, but more like a muffled sound.

"I've seen a lot of failed refiners, and it's the first time I've seen this one explode!"

The onlookers couldn't hold back their laughter. Who told Ling Yu that he didn't have any skills and liked to pretend to be a big elephant.

"This can also be on the Yuanmengcheng anecdote list, hahaha..."

"I think so too!"

Soon, the smoke cleared.

Ling Yu is wearing a mask, so everyone can't see his expression, but it must be ugly.

"Huh? Why is the fire stick still there?"

Someone asked in surprise, just because Ling Yu still held the strange-looking fire stick in his hand, and it was not destroyed by the explosion.

This long sword was considered a success. Ling Yu estimated that, even if it couldn't compare to the earth-level spirit tools, it was much stronger than many, many profound-level spirit tools.

The most important thing is that its applicability is extremely high. Even if it is held by an ordinary person, it can be killed randomly, and if the user is strong enough, it also has growth potential. This is the characteristic of the Ancestral God Finger and cannot be copied. Ability.

But his face is really ugly now. He didn't know how he was bombed for no reason, which made him very annoyed.

"Your sword is ready, two Spirit Stones."

Ling Yu handed the long sword to the middle-aged man in black robe and asked him for Spirit Stones.

The black-robed middle-aged man's face turned dark at the moment, just this fire stick, he wasted a lot of materials, and he also wanted two Spirit Stones.

The onlookers can't stand it anymore, this boss won't think others are fools, right?

He failed in this refining, it would be good if he didn't compensate others for their losses, and he had to find people who hated the cost, right?

"What? Don't want to give it?"

Ling Yu's tone changed instantly, as if you would rob me if you didn't give it to me.

"No, are you doing business or robbery? How can you be like this?"

Someone couldn't help but speak.

Ling Yu took it for granted: "In business, didn't I clearly mark the price?"

The onlookers were about to vomit blood because of his words. Listen, is this what people said?

You have helped others to refine it, and you still clearly mark the price?

The middle-aged man in black robe has been standing aside without speaking, he is not afraid of Ling Yu pitting him at all.

"This scrap iron is worth two Spirit Stones?"

Ling Yu's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? I'm a spiritual weapon, first-class."

"master."

Ye Feng stepped forward and pulled Ling Yu's sleeve.

He knew the master's ability was outstanding, and he had seen the ghost face forged by Ling Yu himself, but he also thought that Ling Yu had failed this time.

"What are you doing as a teacher?"

Ling Yu turned around and berated loudly, his voice sounded exaggerated, but without the slightest reproach.

Heisha squinted aside, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What are you Realm?"

Ling Yu casually pointed to a person in the crowd.

The man was talking loudly just now. He thought that Ling Yu was going to seek revenge from him, so he stammered: "Qi...Cyclone early stage..."

"And you?"

Ling Yu asked the middle-aged man in black robe again.

The middle-aged man in black robe was expressionless: "The peak of the cyclone."

In fact, he could see the Cultivation Base of these two people at a glance. He must have other intentions when he asked that.

"Okay!" Ling Yu walked up to the young man in the early stage of the cyclone and handed him the long sword: "Take it and fight him."

The young man was startled, didn't he hear the peak of the cyclone? You asked me to fight with a fire stick, obviously it's hard for me.

The young man wanted to cry but had no tears, he had known that he would not cry so loudly just now, but now he was stared at by this guy, and he was finished.

Although Ling Yu's refining tool is indeed not very good, but from his various performances, the youth judges that Ling Yu is very strong, and he will definitely not be an opponent.

But the black-robed middle-aged man at the peak of Cyclone, he is not an opponent either.

The young man swallowed his saliva, and both sides were dead, but Ling Yu looked a lot fiercer like this.

The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally took the burning stick in Ling Yu's hand.