The Great Elder glared at Zhou Lu fiercely, firmly remembering the appearance of this fat man, and then Huo Ran turned his head and walked towards the fence through the crowd.

Compared with the rudeness of this fat man, the form of the competition touched the heart of the Great Elder even more.

In the midst of the exclamations around, Feng Shao, a genius disciple with his hair in a bun backwards and a sword brow, now has sweat dripping on his forehead, he bit his lip tightly, and suddenly waved a dazzling set of handprints with his hands, in the semi-finished tremor and humming, Feng Shao's flame kept adding strength, constantly changing techniques, and finally after a buzzing sound, the flames in his palms and the suspended embryo stabilized little by little.

This Feng Shao used his solid basic skills and excellent understanding of alchemy to forcibly pull back the decay that was suspended in the flames and almost refined.

Feng Shao is refining a fist glove, the light cyan is flashing with a thunderbolt-like glitter, at this moment, that fist glove has become more and more formed, and the majesty emanating from the fist glove is also getting stronger and stronger, judging from that breath, there is even a faint trend of breaking through the second grade and promoting the third grade.

At their age, if they can successfully refine the three-grade spirit weapon, it will be a milestone work, and if he finally succeeds, then there is no need to compare, the other party can directly admit defeat.

Feng Shao was sweating profusely, but the confident wind between his eyebrows and eyes was difficult to hide, his lips were pursed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was becoming more and more obvious.

The crowd on the periphery erupted in fiery cheers one after another.

The game was full of twists and turns, I didn't expect that Feng Shao would successfully reverse the reversal in the end, and he would actually refine this Sanpin boxing glove, and there were still a few last steps left, now for Feng Shao, as long as the last few steps are played steadily, he will be able to succeed steadily, and he will be able to suppress the disciples of Huacheng in one fell swoop.

"Come on, Kaede. ”

"Kaede is a good one. ”

"Work harder, compare Hwaseong down, and fight for our Windy City. ”

The low cries in the crowd already had a tendency to be irrepressible, and so many refiners in Windy City were full of excitement and fire cheering for the geniuses of their city, and everyone's hearts were tugged at by this competition form.

Listening to the cheers over there, Zhou Lu gritted his teeth angrily.

Zhou Lu has been walking into this guild for a long time, but no one can help him pass on the report, and he is angry, Zhou Lu is extremely dissatisfied with the efficiency and way of doing things in the guild, he turned his head to look at the cheering crowd over there, I really don't know what those people have to be excited about.

Is it worth it to just break the game? After talking for a long time, isn't it all about this broken game, because such a game delays all other serious things? Don't even have time to assign someone to do some serious things? One by one, they all take that broken game as their ancestor?

There was still no one to answer Zhou Lu, the corners of Zhou Lu's mouth were twitching, this fat man finally waited to be angry, he suddenly pushed away the crowd and squeezed close to the fence, as soon as he pressed the railing, his body jumped sideways and jumped into the playing field, striding straight towards Feng Shao's side.

"Bibibi, it's not over yet. Zhou Lu snorted hatefully, volleyed a volley, and kicked the table on the lower abdomen of the high-spirited Feng Shao, who was sprinting to the last step, this kick was like a mammoth giant elephant kicking a skinny monkey, that Feng Hua was caught off guard, and flew out like a leper dog, hitting the railing not far away with a bang, knocking down a large piece of the railing.

Falling in the middle of the many railings, that Feng Shao "lost his face", and he was stunned.

Zhou Luyi stretched out his hand and took Feng Shao's unfinished refining work, the flames and heat on it had not yet been extinguished, and the spiritual array arrangement inside had not yet taken shape

Zhou Lu shook his fingers regardless of it, and a light purple fire sneered and burned, burning straight into the inside of the fist, and then Zhou Lu's hands were as fast as flowers and willows, and he threw the ores that had been placed on the table one by one into the flames.

The pure ore essence was refined by the fire swirl, and it flew into the fist glove, and the breath on that fist glove became more and more powerful, and it broke through the third-grade level with a buzz in the blink of an eye, and the aura was still climbing rapidly step by step, rushing towards the fourth-grade level.

There was an uproar around, so many onlookers were all stunned, no one thought that the game would have such a dramatic turn at such a critical moment, and a fat man who suddenly jumped out made them all dumbfounded, and they didn't know for a while whether this play was arranged by the guild, or if the fat man jumped out to make trouble by himself.

In the crowd, the bright-eyed female cultivator Lu Qian covered her mouth all of a sudden, and her eyes were round and she looked at the fat man next to the table, she couldn't imagine her eyes.

Hum, the aura on that fist has soared all the way, directly breaking through the four-grade level, and a grand coercion on the fist glove is released, just like a volcano suddenly erupting in front of him, and the crowd near the railing is actually dressed in hunting and fluttering backwards.

However, this was not the end of the matter, in the hands of the fat man, the breath on the fist gloves was still growing upwards at a constant speed.

The hall was boiling again, and the miracle in front of them made their blood flow increase and their hearts beat faster.

A thing that only has the foundation of the third grade, and finally can stabilize at the level of the third grade, this boxing glove has reached the peak that it can reach, but what happened at this moment, in the hands of that fat man, the boxing glove achieved a reborn change in an instant, and broke through the third grade to reach the fourth grade level in an instant, which is as jaw-dropping as watching a rabbit suddenly evolve into an elephant.

Feng Shao, who fell to the ground, rubbed his eyes vigorously, he was at a loss, he couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him was true, even his master would never be able to do this step, not that his master couldn't refine the four-grade spiritual weapon, but that his master couldn't start from a thing that only had a third-grade level, and reborn the spiritual weapon in an instant.

And the most terrifying thing is that the spiritual weapon in the fat man's hand is far from stopping its aura growth.

The old men who were sitting at the guest of honor couldn't sit still any longer, and the Elder Liu of Huacheng jumped three feet high, and he angrily grabbed the placket of the Elder Chengshan next to him, and shouted:

"Cheating, you're cheating, you're violating the rules, you're cheating. ”

Elder Liu didn't know what to scold, he continued to shout: "The younger generation of disciples competition, we have more development potential than the junior disciples of which city, what is the matter with you rushing out of an inexplicable elder, isn't this bullying?"

Elder Chengshan next to him was also in a sluggish state at this moment, he looked at Zhou Lu with straight eyes, shook his head blankly and said, "No, that's not our Elder of Wind City, this person, I haven't seen it either." ”