Wow!

Feng Ling'er's words made everyone present change their faces greatly, and then a tide of discussion sounded.

"How is it possible? Master Ning Quan doesn't look like this."

"That's right, a hundred years ago, I saw Master Ningquan in Fengcheng, how could this stinky kid in front of me be Master Ningquan?"

............

As soon as Feng Ling'er's words fell, a voice of suspicion sounded around her.

Liang Zhu looked at Feng Ling'er and said in disbelief: "How is it possible, I remember that Master Ning Quan is a white-bearded old man"

Feng Ling'er sneered and said, "At that time, he was disguised."

Disguise!?

Feng Ling'er's words are like a stone stirring up a thousand waves!

Everyone present couldn't help but look at the young people in the field, and at this look, the people present seemed to really see the familiar figure of a hundred years ago.

The faces of the monks present all became extremely shocked.

The refining master who was famous in Fengzhou back then turned out to be the young man in front of him, if this was spread out, the entire Southern Immortal Court would be shaken.

Because, the bone age of the young man in front of him looks really too young, definitely not more than a thousand.

Liang Zhu swallowed his saliva, looked at the young man who was sweating like rain and was engrossed, and said, "It's difficult..... Could it be that he is really Master Ning Quan?"

Ren Qingyang clasped his hands to his chest, his face became unprecedentedly solemn, and said: "It seems that it is really, a big family, Dan Dao and the way of refining, his charm will not be easily changed, the charm exuded by this person is very similar to Ningquan back then, the only difference seems to be stronger."

"Nine Tribulation Lei Dan Immortal Yiran knows, right?"

Feng Ling'er glanced at everyone and said proudly: "Let me tell you, Emperor Cao Feiyang once said that Yi Ran would be the top figure of the Southern Immortal Ting Dan Dao, and the top figure of the Dao of Refining Weapons was Brother Ning Quan."

After speaking, Feng Ling'er looked at Ning Quan, who was standing in the center, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

Liang Zhu's eyes looked closely at the young man in front of him, and he muttered to himself, "Is he really the Master Ning Quan I admire?"

Since Ningquan was famous in Fengzhou, the deeds of Ningquan have been spread everywhere in Fengzhou, and in the case of hearing and seeing, they worship Ningquan in the rumors.

Unexpectedly, the object of worship was in front of him today.

Zhu Haiyu's face changed slightly, and said: "It's bad now, if he is really Ning Quan, the little brother really has no chance of winning at all.......

One of the female cultivators present shook her head and said regretfully, "If it is really Master Ning Quan, how can this kid have a chance of winning?"

The companion next to him nodded and said, "Yes, who would have thought that Master Ning Quan would be so young, such a genius?"

The female cultivator said: "It's a pity, I think this young man's way of refining weapons is also good."

Feng Ling'er's words were like rolling waves in everyone's hearts, and they were shocked beyond measure, they knew that the outcome of this battle had been decided, and the outcome of this battle was no longer important.

Those present are eager to spread the news now, and they are the ones who witnessed the miracle.

When Ning Quan began to fold seven times, Wen Qingye also began to fold and forge, but the folding and forging method used by Wen Qingye was not at all the same as Ning Quan.

Wen Qingye's forging method was extremely fast, and his strength was extremely heavy, but the forging speed was much slower than Ning Quan's.

Eight times, nine times....... Hundreds of times, thousands of times in an instant, the speed of Ningquan folding and forging is getting faster and faster, and with its continuous forging, the flames in the Feiyuan steel are everywhere.

These sparks are the impurities in Feiyuan steel.

Under the title of Golden Immortal Cultivation, he couldn't see the speed of his forging at all.

Zhu Haiyu exclaimed, "It's too fast, it's too fast, my God, Ning Quan is a genius."

Feng Ling'er raised her head, like an arrogant peacock, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, with this strength, you also want to compete with Brother Ning Quan?"

Ning Quan looked at Fei Yuan Steel in front of him, as if there was nothing else in his eyes at this moment, only this Fei Yuan Steel.

Wen Qingye also gradually increased his speed, and Fei Yuangang was also forged thousands of times in his hands.

An old man looked at Wen Qing's non-stop forging all night, and couldn't help but say: "This little brother is also very powerful, he has actually forged this Feiyuan steel thousands of times, it's really amazing."

This old man is not an ordinary person, he is the hall master of the Qiang Palace, the right-hand man under Yan Qingyu, Lin Tianhao.

Zhu Haiyu pointed at Ning Quan with an extremely solemn face and said, "Hall Master, take a closer look, Master Ning Quan has already arrived ten thousand times."

"What!?"

Lin Tianhao looked at Ning Quan, isn't it, this Ning Quan doesn't know when he has forged Fei Yuan Steel to more than 11,000 times.

11,123,112,000......... The sparks are shining in front of everyone's eyes.

This situation was the most arduous moment for refining flying swords.

Everyone watched Ning Quan beat Fei Yuangang, and their hearts beat with it.

And Ning Quan was already sweating, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, which was obviously not easy.

At this time, Wen Qingye had only folded and forged more than 8,000 times, and a lot of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he was not as tired as Ning Quan.

Everyone was in that state of extreme excitement, their eyes were fixed on Ning Quan and Fei Yuangang in front of them, and no one noticed Wen Qingye.

Time passed little by little, and finally with Ning Quan's last blow, he put down the hammer.

"Oh my God, 12,800 times, it's terrible"

"Refining a flying sword, and it is folding and forging Feiyuan steel 12,800 times, this flying sword is estimated to be a high-grade immortal magic weapon."

........

The surrounding monks looked at the 'sword body' that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and they were all excited, and their eyes were full of shock.

Zhu Haiyu was also stunned, and then said: "If the process behind this flying sword is so amazing, it can definitely be regarded as a top-level high-grade immortal magic weapon."

When Lin Tianhao heard Zhu Haiyu's words, his eyes stared at Ning Quan, as if he had seen a peerless treasure, and said in a low voice: "Top high-grade immortal magic weapon?"

"Eight thousand four hundred!"

Wen Qingye shook his head and sighed: "If you cultivate to a higher level, maybe you can fold and forge a few more times."

I saw that the Fei Yuan steel in front of Wen Qingye had also turned into a thin piece of iron, with moving patterns flowing on it, which were left by forging countless times.

And at this time, Wen Qingye also put down the hammer.

Feng Ling'er glanced at Wen Qingye in surprise, and then said disdainfully: "Eight thousand four hundred times, it's really surprising to me, I know that you have lost by looking at the forging, boy"

Although Zhu Haiyu didn't want to admit it, Feng Ling'er was indeed right, this forging method is an extremely important part, if the forging method fails, then it will be difficult to win later, especially if the other party is Ning Quan, he will definitely not give Wen Qingye a chance.

(End of chapter)