Although Chen Feiyang and Shu Yuesheng were both first-order lower-grade god pattern refiners, if he was asked to compete with Shu Yuesheng for the god pattern, Chen Feiyang would definitely not choose to use the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern to fight with Shu Yuesheng.

Yang Han, isn't this deliberately looking for death!

There are countless divine patterns, and each divine pattern refiner has his own field of expertise, and he also has his own best divine pattern.

The first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern is Shu Yuesheng's best divine pattern, and there is no one!

"Huh. Funny. ”

Shu Yuesheng was really frightened by the speed at which Yang Han drew the divine pattern, but he didn't pay attention to what kind of first-order "Mountain" divine pattern Yang Han was drawing, and at this moment, after Chen Feiyang's reminder, he turned his head to look at it, and his face couldn't help but show a sneer.

It turned out to be a first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern!

Seeing that Yang Han drew the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern, Shu Yuesheng was completely relieved, he turned around and no longer paid attention to Yang Han's divine pattern drawing.

Because the competition has lost its meaning.

"Brother Qingquan, don't worry. In terms of the attainment of the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern, no one can compete with Brother Shu. ”

Chen Feiyang said sincerely, as if he didn't think it was enough, and added another sentence, "Even I can't." ”

Whew.

At a certain moment, Yang Han's fingertips stopped swiping.

The first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern drawn by him is freshly baked.

The time for a stick of incense was less than that, and the two first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine patterns were completed one after the other through the hands of Shu Yuesheng and Yang Han.

In Shu Yuesheng's hand, there was only an inch long first-order lower-grade sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern exuding a faint golden light, like a small golden sword suspended in the palm of his hand.

The Divine Pattern Golden Sword flickered with cold light, revealing an incomparable edge, but it also implied the majestic atmosphere of the mountains

In comparison, the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern in Yang Han's hand looked bland and unremarkable.

In terms of appearance alone, the two sides are a big difference.

"Yang Han, the results that can be seen at a glance, do you still need to waste time to compete?"

Shu Yuesheng said confidently.

Of course, it wasn't that he changed his mind and didn't want to win the victory with practical actions, but Shu Yuesheng didn't want to waste this first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern on Yang Han.

When Shu Yuesheng saw the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern drawn by Yang Han, he couldn't help but regret his previous decision.

If you challenge a high-level God Pattern Refiner, winning or losing will always increase his reputation. But competing with a rookie will lower his status and damage his glorious reputation.

It would be great if we didn't have a final competition.

"Hurry!"

There was only indifference in Yang Han's eyes, there was no superfluous nonsense, and he only answered Shu Yuesheng with one word. I saw his hand raise slightly, and the god-patterned small sword flew into the air.

"Yang Han, you really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. ”

Shu Yuesheng sneered and shouted, "I will let you understand how big the gap between us is, go!"

I saw that the Divine Pattern Little Sword in his hand continued to rise, and the upward momentum was like piercing the reception hall of the Refining Instrument Peak, and finally came to the same height as Yang Han's Divine Pattern Little Sword.

Shu Yuesheng looked at Yan Heng and the fabrication, and said respectfully and confidently: "Please ask the two masters to witness for me." ”

"Let's get started. ”

Yan Heng didn't speak, but he said first.

There was still one last step left before the Heart Fire Sutra Pagoda, and he couldn't wait to see the scene where Shu Yuesheng's Divine Pattern Sword destroyed Yang Han's Divine Pattern Sword.

"Yang Han, see how I defeat you, sick!"

Shu Yuesheng's eyebrows were raised, his face was fierce, and he said coldly.

I saw that the little sword with a divine pattern that exuded a faint golden glow suddenly soared with golden light, and the sword body trembled faintly.

Then it didn't shoot out immediately, but flew in the air three and a half times, and finally turned into a golden beam, dragging a long wake, and shot towards the Divine Pattern Sword drawn by Yang Han.

The small sword with a divine pattern drawn by Shu Yuesheng was as fast as a golden lightning bolt. In contrast, the small sword with the divine pattern drawn by Yang Han was like a target, motionless, like a reef.

Disheveled!

In an instant, the tips of the two god-patterned small swords collided with each other.

With a loud bang, a cloud of fireworks exploded overhead.

A ball of colorful and dazzling fireworks completely submerged the two god-patterned swords, and at this moment, no one knew whose god-patterned swords this brilliant firework was bursting out.

Who loses?

Who wins?

The fireworks have not subsided, and no one knows.

The expression on Shu Yuesheng's face was calm from beginning to end, although the fireworks had not been completely extinguished, he had already taken his gaze back from mid-air.

What the result would be, he already knew in his heart.

Waiting intently for the result at the moment will only show that he is not confident enough, and not looking at it can show his confidence even more!

Yang Han must be defeated!

Shu Qingquan stared at the fireworks without blinking, and secretly prayed in his heart.

On the surface, he didn't seem to care about the outcome of the god pattern competition, but in fact, he was extremely nervous inside. His eyes were firmly fixed on a cloud of fireworks in the air, and he wanted to know the result of the Divine Pattern Contest as soon as the fireworks disappeared.

He cares about the fire through the pagoda, so he can't afford not to pay attention to it.

Although he had already determined that Yang Han would not win, he always felt unsteady in his heart if he didn't see the results of the competition with his own eyes.

Chen An's gaze did not stare at the brilliant fireworks in the sky like everyone else, but looked at Yang Han. When he saw the indifferent look on Yang Han's face, the strange feeling in his heart became even stronger.

"Probably not. ”

Chen Anxin said.

Yang Han single-handedly broke through the Five Elements Demon Suppression Array of the Punishment Pavilion, and killed Si Ze, the leader of the law enforcement team, under the nose of an elder of the Punishment Pavilion.

The strength of Yang Han's martial arts can be seen.

If Yang Han is proficient in the Divine Pattern again, then he is still not a human being, and he will not let others live.

Chen Feiyang looked at the fireworks in mid-air and couldn't help but shake his head.

From the moment Yang Han chose to draw the first-order sword-shaped "Mountain" divine pattern and Shu Yuesheng's fighting god pattern, the result was already doomed.

The gap between the two is not a star.

There is no suspense in a god pattern competition, which looks really boring.

Chen Feiyang was about to retract his gaze, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the brilliant fireworks disappeared with the wind.

"Just take a look, it's also a competition between Brother Shu and others, and it's good to be a witness. ”

Chen Fei said in his heart.

Burst!

The moment the fireworks dissipated, Chen Feiyang spewed out, his eyes stared into a pair of quail eggs, and his mouth was wide enough to stuff two fists.

"Brother Shu, you, you, you...... Where's your God-Tattooed Sword?"

Chen Feiyang looked shocked, raised his hand and pointed into the air, and stammered.

On the top of everyone's heads, Yang Han's Divine Pattern Little Sword did not move at all, as if it had not moved at all from beginning to end, but Shu Yuesheng's Divine Pattern Little Sword was nowhere to be seen.

Burst!

Burst!

At the same time, in different directions, Chen An and Apocryphal squirted out at the same time.

Did Yang Han win?

He's really proficient in the Divine Tattoo!

Chen An was dumbfounded, looking at the motionless Divine Pattern Sword in mid-air, and there was only surprise on his face. Although the result has been clear, Chen An'an's eccentricity has not only not dissipated, but has become more prosperous.

How can it be!

A pair of apocryphal eyes stared at the god-patterned small sword in mid-air, and red blood beads spread in the whites of his eyes until his eyes were completely red.

The scene in front of him made him unacceptable.

One-step!

One step away!

There is still one step left, and the Heart Fire Sutra Pagoda will be in hand.