At this time, Bu Tinghua had already drawn the formations one by one, he took out the materials from the materials, put them into the formation, pressed his hands on the formation, and a layer of blue light rose in his hands, turning into streams of spiritual power flowing into the formation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing Bu Tinghua's momentum at this time, Yi Qingfan knew that this junior disciple of his was a tenth-level martial sect, and he was only one step away from becoming a martial king.

After Bu Tinghua's spiritual power was input, the inside of the formation emitted a dazzling blue light, and the blue light spread out and condensed again, forming an oval light on the entire formation, no matter how everyone watched, they couldn't see what was inside the light.

Seeing this light, Yi Qingfan suddenly had a thought, he thought about the situation when he first used the 'refining technique', the six-pointed star he drew was really small compared to the formation drawn by Bu Tinghua at this time, but the light he produced at that time, compared with the light at this time, was less than one ten-thousandth.

"Tinghua has really made a lot of progress."

When Mo Yanyun saw this aperture, he couldn't help but praise.

At this time, half a pillar of incense had already been burned.

Bu Tinghua and the black-clothed masked man were both using their own techniques to build weapons.

The tank of the black-clothed masked man was already filled with snowflakes at this time, and it was surprising that the fire under the tank was still burning.

"This refining method is so familiar!"

Mo Yanyun muttered to himself.

"Huh! You've seen it! ”

Yi Qingfan asked softly.

"I haven't seen it! Haven't seen ..... And I seem to know, what is it..."

Mo Yanyun thought about it and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Mo Yanyun's eyes lit up.

"That's right! It's the 'Xuan Ice Refining Technique'. ”

Mo Yanyun was a little excited in his words, obviously thinking of something interesting.

"What is the 'Xuan Ice Refining Body Technique'? According to Bu Tinghua, Mo Jingyun's cultivation is the 'Xuanbing Body Refining Skill', so what is the connection between this 'Body Refining Skill' and the 'Body Refining Decision'. ”

Yi Qingfan asked.

"The 'Xuanbing Body Refining Technique' is an ancient body refining technique, and it is said that if you cultivate to the extreme, you can practice the 'Xuanbing Body'."

Mo Yanyun said excitedly.

"'Ice Body'?"

Yi Qingfan pondered four words in his heart.

"It's just like your innate thunder body, it's a very unique physique."

Mo Yanyun got straight to the point.

"Oh! It turns out that this is the case, according to what you said, the 'Xuanbing Body Refining Technique' should be a set of exercises for cultivating the body, how did it suddenly become a technique for building weapons. ”

Yi Qingfan asked.

"This should be because the refining body and the refining tool are inherently connected, both are to remove internal impurities, and the method of refining the body is not as ingenious as the refining method, but it can also have the same effect."

Mo Yanyun said meaningfully, obviously he was also a little unsure of what he said.

He said: "No wonder the third child suddenly rose, it turned out to be because of this good thing." ”

....

It was between the two of them talking to each other.

The refining process has come to an end.

Nine of the ten candles of incense have been extinguished, and the last candle is still lingering.

Half of the snowflakes in the ten large vat of the black-clothed masked man were not melted, but much solidified in the vat, and from a distance, it seemed to have condensed into a long sword with snowflake patterns all over its body.

Bu Tinghua was also nearing the end at this time, but looking at Bu Tinghua's appearance was obviously not as easy as the black-clothed masked man, at this time, Bu Tinghua's clothes were already soaked from the inside out, and his face was a little pale, obviously because of excessive force.

"It's time!"

Mo Yuyun saw that the last stick of incense turned into a spark and turned into black ash, and suddenly stood up.

As soon as these words came out, the black-clothed masked man covered the blue jade bottle and blew a breath into each of the ten water tanks, and the snowflakes in the water tank, which could not be melted by boiling water, were all melted, because there was no snowflake blocking in the tank, everyone also saw the things in the tank, and saw that at this time, there was a long sword inserted in each of the ten water tanks, the long sword was cold and piercing, and the sword body was like jade, which looked much better than the sample that Mo Yuyun took out.

"Good sword!"

Even Yi Qingfan couldn't help but praise when he saw this sword.

At the same time.

Bu Tinghua left the formation with both hands.

Under the urging of the formation to lose its spiritual power, that layer of aura gradually dispersed.

What caught everyone's eye was nine long swords stuck in the ground.

Everyone looked at the nine long swords, and they were all shocked.

I thought in my heart, if the long sword of the black-clothed masked man gave people the feeling of cold, then the nine long swords of Bu Tinghua gave people the feeling of heat, and the reason why it was hot was because everyone only stared at the nine long swords, as if they had fallen into a furnace, and when the whole body was burning, it was extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, the three elders also withdrew their skills, dispersed the enchantment, and at the same time opened their eyes and looked at the nineteen long swords in the field.

"In terms of quantity, this kid Bu Tinghua has already lost!"

Mo Wuyi's faint eyes looked at the nineteen long swords with a strange light.

Hearing this, Mo Yuyun and Mo Yiyun frowned at the same time, obviously a little unhappy.

"It's just that in terms of quality, the sword created by this kid Bu Tinghua is clearly more than one or two levels better than the sword of the boy in black."

Mo Qijue said lightly, obviously he was very satisfied with Bu Tinghua's performance.

"You're all right, the sword made by this kid Bu Tinghua is indeed of better quality than the kid in black."

Mo Sanxing said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yiyun turned from worry to joy and was about to celebrate, but he saw Mo Yuyun's face darkened, and he was obviously very unhappy

Sure enough, Mo Sanxing said again: "A competition is a competition!" Yu Yun took the sword in your hand and compared it with these nineteen swords, and took a look to see if they were all qualified. ”

"Yes!"

Mo Yuyun lowered his head, came to the field, and compared the long sword in his hand with the nineteen swords one by one.

"Report to the three elders! The nineteen swords on the field were all qualified, and no flaws were found. ”

Mo Yuyun reported truthfully.

"In that case! That Mo Jingyun won this game! ”

Mo Sanxing shouted loudly, this time he was no longer as powerless as before, but had an irresistible force, mixed in the voice, even Yi Qingfan, who had emperor-level divine sense, was shocked and a little dizzy.

Mo Yiyun, who originally heard the news and was about to express his opinion, was so shocked that he was about to say something, swallowed it in his stomach again, and hurriedly used his king-level strength to resist.

The sound dispersed.

Mo Yuyun, who was closest to the three elders, eased his mind, he knew that since the three elders had already announced, they could not change it.

"This is a competition! Mo Jing Yunsheng, congratulations to the third brother! ”

Mo Yuyun looked at Mo Jingyun with a smile, obviously very unhappy with Mo Jingyun's victory.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Mo Jingyun was not angry, and returned the courtesy.

Next is "Quality", asking both sides to send representatives into the venue. ”

Mo Yuyun didn't want to pay attention to Mo Jingyun and announced it directly.

Yi Qingfan laughed softly.

"It's my turn!"

Then he patted Bu Tinghua, who was walking back from the field, lowered his head and leaned in Bu Tinghua's ear and said, "Hard work, junior brother!" When you go back, take the elixir to restore your strength, and in the next round, you can't do without it. ”

Bu Tinghua originally wanted to apologize, saying that he had lived up to Yi Qingfan's intentions, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up, he patted Yi Qingfan's shoulder, nodded, took out three pills from his arms, took them in his mouth, and moved slightly, his face was pale, and he recovered a lot in an instant.

Yi Qingfan walked into the arena, saw Mo Jingyun coughing three times at a time, walked towards the arena with messy footwork, and said with a meaningful smile: "Third brother! There is a 'Xuan Ice Refining Body Technique' to protect the body, but I'm afraid that the body will not be so weak! ”

When Mo Jingyun heard the words 'Xuanbing Refining Body Technique', his thin body was shocked, and his eyes were fierce and generous, staring at Yi Qingfan deadly.

"How do you know the 'Xuan Ice Refining Body Technique'?"

Mo Jingyun asked coldly.

"Guess..... Guess.... Hahaha! ”

Yi Qingfan squeezed his eyes and walked happily towards his venue.

"Humph! Don't get complacent too soon. ”

Mo Jingyun looked at Yi Qingfan's back and said coldly.

After speaking, he walked towards his own venue.

See the two of them in place.

"This competition is to test the "quality", the materials are the same, the unit is one, and we see what kind of weapons you can practice. ”

Mo Yuyun said.

"Do you have any questions?"

Mo Yuyun asked.

Mo Yuyun saw that Yi Qingfan and Mo Jingyun did not answer.

"Game on!"

See the elders set up the enchantment.

With a wave of his hand, ten more incense sticks were ignited.

The game has begun, but Mo Jingyun and Yi Qingfan in the field are not as eager as the previous Bu Tinghua.

I saw Mo Jingyun coughing while taking out two jade bottles from his arms, one was white and the other was the same blue as the masked man in black.

He first opened the white jade bottle, took out a pill from it and swallowed it in his abdomen, coughed twice, and opened the blue jade bottle again.

He didn't set up a stove like a black-clothed masked man, nor did he use a water tank, he lifted a hammer with his far-fetched hands, as if he was a weathered old man, with the last trace of strength, fighting for his ideals, which made people feel distressed when they looked at it, and they were moved to see it.

It's just that none of the people present sympathized with him, especially Mo Yiyun, who smiled while watching: "Big brother, look! The third brother started pretending again! The third brother pretended to be! It really seems! I don't know when I can train to his level, and when the time comes, I must pretend to be all over the world. ”

"Fourth brother! Don't be unreasonable! Don't you know the truth of being a man and pretending to be forced by lightning! Do you want to be struck by lightning! ”

Mo Yuyun smiled and didn't laugh.

It's two people who only hear "Pickup Pickup!" Two sounds, and a dark cloud instantly appeared overhead.

The two of them immediately looked at the Thunder Beast on the side, only to see that the Thunder Beast was clenching its fists and looking at Mo Jingyun in the field angrily.

Two "pickups" came from his mouth.

Feeling the looming power of thunder and lightning above their heads, Mo Yuyun and Mo Yiyun were blatant at the same time, and hurriedly distanced themselves from the Xiaoben Thunder Beast.

Bu Tinghua, who was recovering his strength on the side, was speechless for a while when he saw the two of them at this time, is this still Mo Yuyun, the head of the Mo family who is famous in Helixcentric City? Is this still the 'Wind Sect' master, Fourth Master Mo?

Just when the two of them dodged.

Mo Jingyun moved!

The hammer he had been holding in both hands was suddenly lifted by him.

The hand rises and falls, and the hammer smashes on the material prepared in advance.

Then came the second hammer.

The third hammer.

Fourth hammer.

.....

It took thirty-six hammers before Mo Jingyun stopped.

During this period, Mo Jingyun did not pause, and even his breath was not messy, and he could clearly not see a trace of illness from him.