"It's so pitiful!"

Wang Bao looked at Zhen Qiang with pity as if he had been struck by lightning, snorted slightly, and covered his chest, and was not angry.

Then, I couldn't help but rub my hands.

Lost.

That's it if you lose!

If you don't lose, how can I pretend to be forced? ha...

Song Bo sighed slightly, indestructible, and glanced at Lin Lang beside him with gloomy eyes, Song Bo said lightly, "In this game, Lin Lang wins!"

No need to explain.

A three-fold increase is enough to convince Lin Lang!

"Thank you Senior Brother for your mercy!" Lin Lang smiled and arched his hand at Zhen Qiang.

Zhen Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes erupted with anger, his whole body trembled, and his internal organs seemed to be about to explode.

Mom sells batches!

At this time, you are deliberately amusing me, right?

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Zhen Qiang had a gloomy face and walked off the bucket platform.

And Song Bo and Liu Qinghe, after they also returned, Liu Qinghe and the disciples of the Shendan Sect had very relaxed expressions on their faces, but Song Bo and them were all dignified.

Silenced voices.

Song Bo said in a deep voice, "It's trouble! But I underestimated this, I didn't expect him to master such a special weapon pattern, I have already perceived it just now, this weapon pattern is extremely difficult to imprint, but the effect is powerful, among the three-leaf refiners, as long as he uses this weapon pattern refiner, this sect, there is absolutely no possibility of winning!"

A group of elders, gritting their teeth.

This is just the first one!

But Lin Lang, with such demonic strength, instantly stunned the Ancient Weapon Sect!

No wonder he agreed to three games.

He has this self-confidence, and he also has this strength.

Long.

Zhang Mu, who was sitting in the seat, suddenly narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Sect Master, elders, have we forgotten someone?"

"Huh?"

Song Bo was stunned.

Immediately after, he reacted, and his eyes suddenly lit up, but he said with some hesitation, "He, okay, didn't you say that his own rank is only a second-leaf refiner?"

Zhang Mu sneered, "Sect Master, Lin Lang is a demon, if you want to deal with such a demon, you have to use a more demonic one, coincidentally, that Wang Bao is a demonic who can no longer be demonic!"

"I have faith in him!"

"His refining weapon, although the grade is not high, but all kinds of special effects, it is very likely that they will turn defeat into victory!"

A group of elders looked quite entangled, and then they all looked at Song Bo, such a major matter, Song Bo must be in charge.

Half ringing.

Song Bo exhaled, leaned forward, and said with a gloomy face, "That's it! A dead horse is a live horse doctor, let him try, it's okay!" Zhang Mu, you go and inform him!"

Zhang Mu nodded, stood up, stepped down from the high-rise seat, and then went straight to Wang Bao.

The disciples of the Ancient Artifact Sect along the way saluted Zhang Mu one after another, Wu You saw Zhang Mu coming from a distance, his face changed greatly, he got up respectfully, waited until Zhang Mu approached, and said, "Master Zhang!"

Zhang Mu nodded, looked at Wang Bao, and said with a light smile, "Wang Bao, next one, you go!"

Wang Bao smiled.

After watching it for so long, it's finally my turn to pretend!

...

...

Step onto the bucket stand.

Wang Bao held his hands behind, his indifferent expression, and his slightly raised head made Lin Lang's heart skip a beat.

After he showed his demonic talent, this guy who came to power could still maintain this attitude, could it be that he still had the confidence to win me?

The thought in his mind flashed, and Lin Lang smiled dumbly and shook his head slightly.

The pattern he uses is not simple, in ancient times, it was called the [Combination Instrument Pattern Method], which can combine several kinds of instrument patterns, you can imagine how powerful this is!

It can be said that for so many years, he has almost only studied this one instrument pattern, and until he mastered it, he dared to come to the Ancient Weapon Sect to pretend to be forced.

"Senior brother is very young!" Lin Lang asked tentatively.

Wang Bao said indifferently, "Younger than you!"

Lin Lang's expression froze, and there was a slight resentment in his heart.

It is said that Lao Tzu is young and frivolous, but now it seems that this guy is more arrogant than me, right?

The host old man walked up, his eyes flashed with worry, and he said in a deep voice, "The competition starts, and the rules are the same as the previous one!"

"Wait!"

Wang Bao waved his hand suddenly.

Then, he arched his hand to the old man and said, "Senior, I have something to say!"

The presiding old man nodded.

Wang Bao looked at Lin Lang and said with a light smile, "I don't think we have to waste time! Refining a weapon takes so long, I don't have time to play with you, so let's do it, I have a proposal, I can refine the weapon you have refined, and ensure that the value is at least double that before refining, if I succeed, I win and you lose, how about it?"

The corners of Lin Lang's eyes twitched.

His face suddenly became gloomy.

"Senior brother, are you kidding?"

Re-refine the weapon I have refined, and double the value?

Damn, why are you kidding me?

Wang Bao sneered, "Why don't you dare?"

Lin Lang's heart was sullen, and after half a sound, he said coldly, "Okay! This is what you said! Since you want to lose, I will fulfill you!"

The host old man looked at Song Bo bitterly.

Change the rules temporarily, he can't be the master!

Sitting at the top of the seat, Song Bo frowned, his eyes flashed with depression, and he glanced at Zhang Mu, who was also depressed, and Song Bocai said loudly, "Just do it!"

Lin Lang's sword was sent up, Lin Lang took it, shook it a few times, sneered directly, and threw it to Wang Bao.

Wang Bao took it and said to Song Bo, "Zhangjiao, I don't know how much this sword is valued now?"

Song Bo thought for a moment and shouted in a deep voice, "Two hundred thousand medium-grade Yuan Stones!"

"Do you agree?"

Wang Bao looked at Lin Lang.

Lin Lang pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "What Uncle Song said is not much different from what I expected!

The corners of Wang Bao's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, and then he directly threw Lin Lang's sword into the furnace.

Slightly boiling flames, calcining the sword.

Everyone watched, watched, and some people's faces were a little ugly.

"What is this?"

"Why don't you rush fire?"

"Isn't he going to refine it again?

Sitting at the top of the seat, Song Bo's expression suddenly became extremely cold, if Wang Bao dared to fool around on such an occasion this time, no matter what talent Wang Bao had, he would be heavily responsible!

Wang Bao turned a deaf ear to the outside world and secretly began to refine Lin Lang's sword.

Long.

Wang Bao nodded with satisfaction, directly dissipated the firepower, recalled the sword, held it in his hand, gestured, and said to Lin Lang, "I'm done refining!"

All around, there was silence.

Lin Lang looked confused.

Emma!

it!

What the, it's done??

You threw it into the flames, less than three hundred breaths of effort, this is what you call re-refining?

What's the trouble?