The moon rises and the sun rises as usual.

Feng Chengcheng meditated cross-legged for a night, at this time it was refreshing, and the sun was shining when he opened the door, which added to the joy, presumably for the old man of the dead wood, this sunshine was like the call of death.

Feng Qingcheng smiled slightly, grabbed the purple thunder sword on his waist in his hand, and the supreme momentum soared into the sky, faintly lightning and thunder, and the wind and thunder rolled.

Feng Chengcheng hadn't finished digesting those afterimages at this time, he had made too fast progress, and he didn't have a solid grasp of what had been digested, but it was enough to deal with a few old men with dead wood.

She let out a sigh of relief. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Dongfang Wuya standing at the door with Xiaofeng Wu and Xiaofeng smiling.

"Allure, if you let it go, in my opinion, even those ten elders can compare to yours at all, let alone the old man with dead wood."

Dongfang Wuya said with a smile.

Feng Chengcheng also nodded slightly, and walked towards the big column with Dongfang Wuya and the others.

But after a while, he had already come to the sixth floor, and as soon as he walked out of the big column, he saw the dense alchemists shaking, and the ring in the middle was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

Feng Tingcheng shook lightly, and the group of refiners in front of him felt the inexplicable momentum that erupted from Feng Tingcheng's body, and pushed away on both sides, Feng Tingcheng was the king at this time, and he didn't dare to disobey.

A path quickly opened in the crowd, Feng Chengcheng walked gently, and the refiners couldn't help but be stunned, this beauty who was as cold as an iceberg had a dangerous aura everywhere on her body, like a mermaid in the deep sea, making people yearn for it even though they knew the danger.

Feng Chengcheng slowly walked to the front of the ring, jumped slightly, and jumped into the ring, and the dead wood monster had not yet arrived.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help frowning, and opened his mouth to roar, "Dead Wood Old Monster! ”

The resounding roar spread throughout the entire sixth layer, and everyone closed their mouths, their ears still echoing with the roar.

"The old decay is here! Juniors don't be rampant! ”

I saw a burst of shouting in the distance, and I saw the old monster of the dead wood stepping into the air in two or three steps, and actually stepping on the top of everyone's heads and going straight to the ring.

The white-haired beard danced, but there was a strange smug look on his face, like a white-haired skunk, forcibly disguised as a lion.

When he entered the ring, the refiners who frightened the old monster of the dead wood burst into cheers.

Feng Chengcheng held his hands and pinched the bone joints, and there was a loud crackling sound when he landed, running through this burst of cheers, and everyone's hearts were chilling when he landed, and they didn't dare to make a sound again.

Feng Chengcheng looked at the dead wood old monster who jumped into the ring in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer and said, "Dog, you are still so proud, you really think you are something." ”

When he landed, he saw that the old monster of the dead wood had a red face, but he refused to show weakness, his eyes widened, and he pointed at Feng Qicheng.

I heard him shout, "You junior is so aggressive! I wanted to let you go, but as the saying goes, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to throw yourself in. Then don't blame the old man, I won't be merciful! ”

The anger in Feng Chengcheng's heart rose suddenly, this old man, he still refuses to lose face in front of so many people, so he will seriously humiliate and humiliate him, and let him become a laughing stock in the bronze fire fortress forever if he dies!

"No more nonsense! Here we go! ”

Feng Qingcheng stomped forward, shaking the ring to jump one, and the ice wind roared angrily at the skunk.

When he boarded, the old man of the dead wood was so frightened that he took two steps back, and when he boarded, the audience booed, he couldn't get over his face, and he shouted angrily: "You have the ability to see kung fu in your hands!" ”

"I can't ask for it."

Feng Qingcheng said coldly.

After both sides were ready, she heard the referee shout and start, and when she slaughtered her hands as if she were on her own, she picked up the prepared Nine Heavens Dark Iron and threw them into the stove one by one.

At this time, after countless exercises, Feng Qingcheng was finally able to understand the Nine Heavens Dark Iron, just like an ordinary piece of iron, and this time it was still refining the long sword.

Feng Chengcheng was still able to distract himself at this time, and when he glanced at the old man of the dead wood, he found that his fingers were trembling, and his eyes were wide, but after looking at the Nine Heavens Xuanshi, he directly gritted his teeth and threw it all into the stove.

She smiled contemptuously and shouted, "Deadwood Alchemist, calm down, don't throw your head into the furnace and burn out." ”

When he boarded, he heard a commotion from the field, and in this first step, it was indeed Feng Chengcheng who was superior.

Soon, licking the fire like a child eating candy, the Nine Heavens Dark Iron had soon turned into a pool of crimson molten iron bubbling and exuding a scorching breath, as if there was a sleeping fire dragon lurking in it.

Feng Chengcheng squinted and saw that the old man with dead wood was anxiously rummaging the half-melted Nine Heavens Dark Iron in the stove.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud and said loudly, "What's wrong? Deadwood Great Refiner, I'm afraid I'm not afraid that I can't use my fists and kicks, or maybe, I, the Waste Wood Refiner, will wait for you! ”

After saying that, Feng Qingcheng looked up to the sky and laughed, and sat cross-legged on the ground with an obvious chill in his eyes, like a tiger staring at its prey, staring at the old man on the dead wood.

At this time, I saw that the old man of the dead wood jumped to his feet in anger, and shouted angrily: "You and I have different refining methods!" Why are you waiting for me?! Whether it's good or bad, you can only know by taking out your weapons! Get back in here and get your weapons! ”

Feng Chengcheng was not angry when he heard it, nor did he speak, but sat on the ground with a sneer, seeing that the old man with dead wood was straight, he could only snort angrily in shock, and turned his head to continue to play with the Nine Heavens Xuantie, like a mouse that was caught and played with by a cat but was not convinced.

When he boarded the stage, the pot exploded, some condemned Feng Tingcheng for looking down on people, and some saw that Feng Tingcheng's refining skills were superb, and they were amazed.

Feng Chengcheng waited for a long time, and finally saw the old man of the dead wood shouting, so he poured the Nine Heavens Dark Iron that had melted into molten iron in the stove into the mold.

Feng Chengcheng suddenly stood up at this time and screamed, startling the old man with dead wood and everyone in the audience.

"Deadwood Great Refiner, can you teach me how to melt the Nine Heavens Dark Iron in such a long time? Hahaha. ”

Feng Tingcheng pointed at him and burst out laughing.

"Rubbish! Look ahead! Your aunt and grandmother taught you how to refine weapons! ”

She then yelled with a hideous face.

After roaring, I saw her hands pointing sharply into the stove, and the Nine Heavens Dark Iron Molten Iron in the stove burst out, like a fire dragon bursting out.

When he landed, the sky changed color, and dense dark clouds came in an instant, like a pious pilgrimage, and the red molten iron with scorching temperature flew into the air like a fiery dragon, whistling around the old man of dead wood.

When the people in the audience were sweating, they couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat beads on their foreheads.

Feng Qingcheng stared at the old man with dead wood, and saw that he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he supported the table behind him with his hand, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief, and turned his head viciously to stare at the person.

"What? Waste, not convinced? ”

Feng Qingcheng laughed, stepped on his feet violently, and quickly rushed from the ring to the feet of the dead wood old man with a force.

Caught off guard, I saw the old man with dead wood being lifted under his feet, and his ass fell to the ground hard, grinning in pain, where was he still arrogant.

"Hahaha, the waste has to look like a waste, let me lie on the ground obediently."

Feng Chengcheng smiled contemptuously, and then turned back to deal with the flying fire dragon.

When he landed, he heard the sound of wind and thunder, the wind and clouds in the air changed color, and Feng Qicheng's eyes burst into purple-black flames in an instant, and his whole body burst out with supreme momentum, and a purple-black giant shadow quickly appeared behind him.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the momentum of the wind dance on the stage, they could only hear their own heartbeat.

The purple shadow was armed with a sledgehammer, its hair fluttering in the air, its eyes like an abyss, its fanged mouth, and its muscles bulging like a mountain.

Feng Qingcheng stared at the fire dragon that had been refined into the Nine Heavens Dark Iron in the air, his eyes flashed, and he immediately roared, waved the hammer in his hand, and slammed it towards it.

Then he heard the wind howling, and when the hammer in his hand struck it, a purple-black hammer struck it at the same time, and sparks burst forth.