"You've finally got your wish, congratulations. ”

After discussing with the patriarch, Chen Ruo sent Nan Jingbai all the way out of the valley. On the way, the two were still chatting casually.

Originally, if Chen wanted him to stay here, he could usually take him to the village to visit one or two, but the Patriarch of the Casting God Blade was resolute and asked him to leave immediately.

Nan Jingbai knew in his heart that the refining skills of the clansmen were all their secrets, so naturally he would not let himself, an outsider, easily snoop on. What's more, he didn't want to bear the name of "stealing teachers to learn art", and in the future competition, with the unique skills of the sword kiln sect, he could win. Otherwise, if after he wins, the patriarch uses this as an excuse to push and push, and it will be difficult for him to make it clear.

Therefore, he declined Tatsuruo's hospitable. Before leaving, the patriarch also told him to go back and tell the sect master of the sword kiln that the two sides would jointly choose an auspicious day to start the competition. And when the day was chosen, he sent a letter to him. He will not accept any contact until the success or failure of the event is determined. And for the rest of the time, let the juniors of the two clans train well.

The same road, although it is still full of vines and organs, but the mood of Nan Jingbai on the return trip is very different from the first visit.

"I also want to thank Miss Chenruo for her many good words in front of the patriarch. "Nanjing Bai bowed his hand as a salute.

During this time, Chen Ruo did it for him, and he saw it in his eyes. If the patriarch can loosen his mouth so quickly, it must be indispensable to Chenruo's soft grinding and hard foaming. So whether it is "Hei Chenruo" or "Bai Chenruo", they are all objects he needs to thank.

"It's all your perseverance that touched the patriarch grandpa," Chen Ruo fiddled with his braids a little shyly, "Otherwise, I just said that no matter how much it is, it's useless." ”

"I don't think we're going to be humble to each other. Nan Jingbai smiled, "Moreover, now I just got a chance, whether I can succeed or not, we have to see the time of the game." ”

When Chen Ruo heard this, he also waved his small fist at him seriously: "When you compete, I will never release water on you, you have to be ready." ”

In this game, it is indeed impossible to release water.

Previously, in the thatched hut, the patriarch of Zhushenfeng had told Chen Ruo with a serious face that if she released water to herself because of her personal feelings, with the patriarch's eyesight, she would definitely be able to see through it. Once this kind of behavior is discovered, he will immediately cancel the competition, and the cooperation with the Sword Kiln Dazong will also be completely disregarded.

According to him, winning is winning, and losing is losing. To win, you must win beautifully, and if you lose, you must lose with a clear conscience.

"I also want to learn the true skills of the Divine Forge Clan. At that moment, Nan Jingbai nodded firmly, "Then, work together?"

After the two made a war agreement, the exit of the valley gradually appeared in front of them.

"By the way, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you. Nan Jingbai hesitated for a long time, and under Chen Ruo's affirmative signal, he finally asked tentatively, "Why do you feel like a different person as soon as you pick up the hammer?"

"Hmm, this......" Chen Ruo's cheeks turned red, "Because when I was very young, since I just learned refining tools, almost everyone said that my character was too soft, I lacked a 'ruthless' energy, and everything I did was soft, and it was difficult to achieve anything like this." ”

However, how can human character be so easy to change. It's like everyone in the clan hates the Sword Kiln Sect, but I just can't hate it, they can hunt wild animals without pity, I just can't do it......" Chen Ruo lowered his head silently, "However, I do like refining weapons very much." So I decided to 'split' myself. ”

"Split...... What does that mean?" Nan Jingbai was taken aback by the word.

"Every time I pick up the hammer, I keep reminding myself that I'm not who I am. Tatsuruo's voice was softer, "I...... I imagined that there was another soul living in my body, that she was the complete opposite of my personality, that I was timid, that she was heroic, that I hesitated, that she was decisive. When it's time to refine the weapon, I release her...... Take charge of this body for the time being. ”

"Now that I'm no longer me, she can do a lot of things that I couldn't do and didn't dare to do before. People say I'm not ruthless enough, so I'm going to show them. This exercise really works...... Slowly, no one said I was soft anymore. ”

"However, it may be the sequelae of practice, and now as soon as I hold the iron weapon in my hand, I will subconsciously switch personalities. This time...... Doesn't it scare you?"

For the sake of refining, let her be a delicate girl, willing to imagine herself as a fierce woman...... Ruthless, ruthless in the refining weapon, is it really that heavy? Nan Jingbai pondered for a long time.

……

After returning to the Sword Kiln Sect, Nanjing Bai couldn't take a break, and immediately reported the latest news he had brought to the sect master.

"Unexpectedly, the Casting Shenfeng clan actually relented. He also said that as long as we were able to defeat their junior disciples in the joint competition between the two clans, we could ......" The Sword Kiln Sect Master was silent for a long time, and his eyebrows finally stretched out for the first time in several months.

"Jingbai, you did a good job this time and made a great contribution, maybe the hundreds of lives of my Sword Kiln Sect were saved by you!"

"Sect Master, don't say that. Nan Jingbai hurriedly bowed, "I grew up in the Sword Kiln Sect since I was a child, and this is my home. Isn't it right to do something for your family?"

"By the way, Jingbai," another elder caressed his white beard and asked beside him, "You have seen that little girl from the Casting Shenfeng Clan, what do you think of her refining level, are you sure that she can beat her?"

"This ......," Nan Jingbai pondered for a moment, "I haven't seen the scene of her refining weapons, but she is a person who will use all her strength as soon as she picks up the tool, and if she can have such a spirit, her skills will never be bad." ”

Seeing that all the elders around him were deep in thought, Nan Jingbai hurriedly added: "However, this game is related to the life and death of the Sword Kiln Sect, and I will definitely go all out!"

"If you don't have the certainty of victory, do you just rely on your best efforts?" As soon as his words fell, a somewhat indifferent ridicule suddenly sounded behind him, "How can you let us trust our lives to you like this?"

Slowly coming was a handsome young man and an elder with white hair and eyebrows. The one who spoke just now was the young man with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

His name was Geng Jiaxing, and he was the nephew of the elder beside him. At a young age, he was taken by the elders to learn the arts, and he received the best training in the sect. However, perhaps because he relied on himself, he always had a bit of a winning spirit for Nan Jingbai, who was widely favored by the sect master and the elders. Perhaps this kind of jealousy and strife is common in every sect.

"Sect Master, the Casting Shenfeng clan is relieved, it is indeed gratifying. The white-eyed elder also spoke slowly, "But, I don't know if the sect master has a candidate in his heart?"

"Is this," the Sword Kiln Sect Master glanced at Nan Jingbai, "Since the game was negotiated by Jingbai, let's let him play." ”

"Yes, I didn't see him talk about it at the beginning, and he didn't come out until he finished everything, didn't he just want to pick up a ready-made bargain?" There were also some disciples who were good friends with Nan Jingbai, and whispered on the side.

Everyone knows that if you can join forces with the Casting Shenfeng clan and successfully repair the ancient artifact, you can not only get the reward of the Nine Shadows Palace, but in this era of developed communications, as long as you can stay on the hot search list for a few days, you can immediately become famous in the world.

Although repairing the artifact may not have anything to do with young people like them, netizens are always keen on gossip. At that time, the causes and consequences of this game will definitely be picked up. As the key person who facilitated this alliance, and the genius young man who overwhelmed the Hidden Ancient Clan, it was appropriate to become the leader of the younger generation of refiners. Geng Jiaxing wants to seize this opportunity, which is completely reasonable.

But it is precisely because everyone knows what calculations he is making that this "afterthought" behavior will be spurned by many brothers and sisters. It's like two people working together to refine a weapon, and others have completed ninety-nine steps independently, and you only took over the last step, and the whole world shouted that this weapon was practiced by you alone, and it should only be named by you, is it shameful?

"Guys, you can't say that. Geng Jiaxing faced everyone's accusations, but still smiled and said, "If it's just a temporary battle of righteousness, I don't have to compete with Senior Brother Jingbai for this length, but this game is about the final reply of the Casting Shenfeng clan, in other words, the future of everyone here! ”

"But don't worry, I've got the fairest way to do it. Geng Jiaxing glanced around and grinned, "Anyone who thinks he is qualified to participate in the competition can stand up, and within our sect, he will compete by himself first." In the end, the winner will represent the sect and compete with the Casting Shenfeng clan, what is the idea of the sect?"

The Sword Kiln Sect Master pondered for a long time, and finally nodded in Geng Jiaxing's expectant gaze.

"Jiaxing also has some truth in what he said, Jingbai, what do you mean?"

Since it is a game related to fate, it is natural to select the best disciples to play. And who is the best, there is no evidence, and the real game is indeed the best way to select.

However, it was Nan Jingbai who talked about the game, and the sect master didn't want to chill him too much, so he still asked him a question based on the principle of respect.

Nan Jingbai knew that Geng Jiaxing came prepared, and his words were reasonable, and if he refused this game, I am afraid it would be difficult to convince the public.

"It just so happens that I also want to hone my skills before the official competition to make up for the shortcomings. Nan Jingbai said, arching his hand towards Geng Jiaxing, "Then please ask Senior Brother Jiaxing for more advice." ”

Geng Jiaxing's smile deepened: "Don't worry, I will definitely let you realize your 'shortcomings'." ”

……

This "inside the sect" game did not delay much, and after the two sides made hastily preparations, it kicked off in the afternoon a few days later on the huge square in the sect.

In front of Nan Jingbai and Geng Jiaxing, there was a large stove No. 1, and the pressing heat wave was rolling up, drowning the faces of the two in the thin white smoke.

The elders sat on the judges' bench, and the disciples formed a circle not far away, watching nervously.

Originally, according to Geng Jiaxing's proposal, "anyone who is interested in participating can sign up", but perhaps these disciples thought that their skills were not as good as Nan Jingbai, and they didn't want to become Geng Jiaxing's thorn in the side. So this game became their individual final.

After polishing for several hours in a row, the weapon embryos that the two of them worked hard to build have a faint tendency to take shape.

"Judging from the proficiency of the technique, it is really the mirror white that is better. The elders at the referee's table were talking in whispers.

"Yes, although Jiaxing's speed is faster, when the two of them refine the formed weapon, in terms of strength, durability and other aspects, it must still be a mirror-white weapon, which is more excellent and durable. ”

Although the situation in the field was almost one-sided in favor of Nan Jingbai, this did not affect Geng Jiaxing's mood.

At this time, he was in the final step of refining the weapon.

The hands were quickly sealed, and a golden formation was faintly formed, and with the layers of esoteric formations all written, Geng Jiaxing also snorted, and his ten fingers suddenly pushed forward.

"Ready!"

The golden array was imprinted on the top of the weapon, and the light flickered for a moment, and it was completely integrated into it. And this long sword, which slowly stood upright, exuded an unparalleled killing aura when it landed, and it shook the sky.

Every refiner can be said to be also a formation mage. The way of forming a formation is a skill that they must practice in parallel with the refining weapon. And whether a weapon is strong or not, in addition to whether the casting material itself is sharp enough, the formation imprinted in it is also the most important thing. In many cases, spiritual cultivators use spiritual power to urge the formation pattern, and they can also stimulate the hidden power of the weapon.

But this does not mean that the refiner can completely replace the position of the formation mage. There is a specialization in the art industry, and all the refiner can do is to imprint the formed formation pattern on the embryo of the prototype, and those real formation masters, they can manipulate the formation and change it as an auxiliary in battle. This is not an area that refiners can set foot in.

"Chengqi!" Nan Jingbai on the side also let out a clear voice, controlling it with both hands, and the golden lines converged into a brilliant array, pressing down towards the sword body.

From the mighty coercion emanating from this divine weapon, everyone can already judge that if this weapon is successful, it will definitely be better than Geng Jiaxing.

The strange thing is that Geng Jiaxing was not in a hurry, he still raised his eyebrows and sneered, looking at Nan Jingbai for a long time.

"Bang-"

Just when the golden array was about to completely merge with the weapon, suddenly, the surrounding air was violently distorted, and the surging air currents squeezed and collided with each other, and the air pressure quickly broke through the critical point, and the embryo in front of Nan Jingbai exploded, and sharp fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The high temperature burning in front of the furnace was still unstoppable, and Nan Jingbai had painstakingly refined, and the embryo that had reached the last step was only a fragment of a place. All of this makes people feel so unreal.

Even on the referee's bench, there was chaos, Nan Jingbai not only lost, but he couldn't even cast the weapon completely. Perhaps they had overestimated the strength of this disciple all along? In any case, a player who could not refine weapons would never be qualified to participate in the competition of the two clans!

(End of chapter)