"How is it possible, it turned out to be a tricolor thunder!"

Qiu Yuanqiao looked at the five-colored thunderclouds in the sky with a blue face, and then his gloomy gaze suddenly turned to Mo Yu, and his fists creaked.

The victory that was originally within his reach, but was completely shattered by the latter, how could this not make him angry?

The moment the tricolor thundercloud appeared, he understood that the champion position was far away from him.

"Whew, whew"

Heavy breathing came from Qiu Yuanqiao's nose, and the killing intent exuded by looking at Mo Yu's gaze became more and more intense.

However, just when his killing intent reached its peak, a cold gaze suddenly swept in, causing the killing intent in his heart to collapse in an instant, and when his eyes turned, he saw the old soldier on the high platform, who was staring at him with cold eyes at the moment.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Qiu Yuanqiao also regained some consciousness, and hurriedly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, he knew that if he dared to make a move on Mo Yu before, I am afraid that the guys from the Instrument Alliance would definitely kill him here!

"Boy, don't be complacent, the refining conference is not completely over, this three-color weapon thunder, with your strength, also want to try to take it, it's just a fool's dream!"

However, this Qiu Yuanqiao is also a scheming person, and after suppressing his anger, he suddenly glanced at the huge three-color thundercloud in the sky, and suddenly sneered.

The receiving thunder is also regarded as a test of the refining conference, and the eight-grade weapon is too strong, causing the power of heaven and earth to destroy it.

And if the refiner can't protect the weapon, then the weapon will be destroyed, so taking the weapon mine and keeping the weapon can also be regarded as a final test.

Weapon thunder, with the rise of the quality of weapons and improvement, similar to this three-color thundercloud, even ordinary Douzun powerhouses, are not to be underestimated.

In Qiu Yuanqiao's opinion, this Mo Yu is only the strength of the Dou Sect, even if there are many means, it is not easy to take down the weapon thunder.

Even if he is unlucky enough to be destroyed when he greets the weapon mine, then Mo Yu will not only lose the title of champion, but also lose the qualification, after all, the weapons are gone, how can he participate?

Hearing Qiu Yuanqiao's sneer, the sound of boiling in the audience was also slightly reduced.

Under the reminder of the former, they only discovered that Mo Yu's true strength was only at the level of the Dou Sect, and although this kind of strength was extremely not weak, it was a bit dwarfed by this three-color weapon thunder.

Many people looked at each other, and the most difficult times were successfully passed, could they still be forced to die at this juncture?

"This guy doesn't give up yet."

Lan Yingyingdai's eyebrows frowned slightly, but there was also a little worry in her eyes, the power of the three-color thundercloud was too strong.

Although she is more confident in Mo Yu, this three-color thunder is not a good thing, and it is not impossible for a careless boat to capsize at this last moment.

Under the many worried eyes, Mo Yu, who was the person concerned, smiled, raised his head and glanced at the three-color thunder in the sky, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

This thing is a big scourge for other refiners, and even a lot of helpers need to be hired to resist it in the process.

But for Mo Yu, it may be a rare perfect tonic

"You don't have to worry about such trivial things."

Seeing Mo Yu's calm and relaxed appearance, Qiu Yuanqiao only thought that he was being strong, and the sneer on his face was even worse, and said gloomily: "Okay, the old man will take a good look, with your strength, how to take this three-color weapon thunder today!" ”

Mo Yu smiled, raised his head, and looked at the violent churning in the sky, faintly there was a brilliant thunderbolt piercing the sky, illuminating this piece of heaven and earth like a thundercloud in the daytime.

Judging from this Lei Wei alone, this three-color weapon thunder is indeed quite terrifying, no wonder Qiu Yuanqiao has the mentality of watching a good show.

It's a pity that what he didn't know was that Mo Yu was born to play thunder!

A chuckle came out of Mo Yu's mouth, and he jumped forward, and immediately appeared in mid-air, and with a suck of his palm, the Shenwei Black Thunder Spear that had successfully advanced immediately appeared in his hand.

At this time, the Shenwei Black Thunder Spear was like a killing weapon poured by the Thunder Pool, and a faint spiritual mist lingered outside the body of the spear, faintly, it actually formed the image of a black thunder dragon.

The black thunder dragon is full of spirituality, looking up to the sky and roaring, and the brilliant thunder, like the dawn sun, bursts out in the sky.

Countless eyes followed, looking at the terrifying aura of the Divine Power Black Thunder Spear, and there was a blazing color in their eyes.

Although the appearance of the seventh-grade and eighth-grade weapons is almost the same, even those who don't know anything about refining weapons can see the difference between the two at a glance, and this difference is the difference in spirituality.

Below the seven-grade weapon, although the power is good, it is a dead soldier, and the eight-grade weapon already has its own spirituality, this kind of weapon, it is called a spiritual soldier.

The eight-rank weapon already has spirituality, and after the Shenwei Black Thunder Spear has advanced to the eight-grade, it has obviously been able to condense and form.

Holding a spear, Mo Yu couldn't help but be arrogant, and a momentum of moving forward bravely, like a surging river, gushed out.

Mo Yu's sudden move also immediately attracted many eyes.

But when these eyes saw that he was ready to resist the weapon thunder alone, the original excitement couldn't help but slowly turn into a little disappointed, could it be that Mo Yu still expected himself to deal with this terrifying three-color weapon thunder?

Seeing this, Qiu Yuanqiao on the side couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on his face.

With the strength of this kid's Dou Zong, how could he be able to catch the three-color thunder?

For his mocking color, Mo Yu smiled coldly, and his palm gently rubbed the Shenwei Black Thunder Spear, and at the same time, his heart moved, faintly summoning something.

"This time, it's up to you."

After getting ready, Mo Yu smiled, and immediately raised his head violently, looking at the three-color thundercloud in the sky that made a low roar, and laughed heroically: "Come on!" ”

Mo Yu's laughter, which seemed to be heard, the rolling of the three-colored thunderclouds in the sky became more and more intense, the low thunder resounded continuously, and the gorgeous thunder with thick thighs shuttled around in the clouds.

"Whew!"

When the thunderclouds rolled, they suddenly shrank violently, and then a three-colored thunderbolt, like a giant python, swept out of the clouds, and then tore through the space, with a terrible snort, and pounced fiercely at Mo Yu.

"It's good to come!"

Looking at the weapon thunder that finally launched an attack, Mo Yu smiled, holding a black dragon-shaped spear, and immediately raised it from afar, like a terrifying arc piercing the sky, and shouted softly.

The next moment, Mo Yu even carried a gun, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he directly hit the powerful thunder.

"Alas"

Seeing this scene, a sigh suddenly sounded in the square.

"Hmph, cocky boy"

Qiu Yuanqiao also laughed strangely, but before he could speak, his face changed suddenly.

Because he found that the Mo Yu who was hit by the three-color thunder not only did not have any intention of being hit hard, but in the thunderstorm, the aura on his body was actually gradually increasing!

"This kid is absorbing the power of thunder?!"

Looking at Mo Yu, who was struck by lightning and became more and more powerful, Qiu Yuanqiao's pupils suddenly tightened, this kind of strange behavior was unheard of for him!

"No wonder this kid is so confident, it turns out that he has such a strange method, who is this kid!?"

Qiu Yuanqiao's complexion was terrifyingly gloomy, and his heart was full of incomprehension, compared to Danta, the foundation of the Instrument Alliance was far inferior, when did such a demonic and terrifying genius appear!

Compared with Qiu Yuanqiao's gloom, Lan Yingying and the others were greatly relieved at this moment.

Although they don't know why Mo Yu has such an ability, no matter what, the facts tell them that Mo Yu has successfully passed the last level of this refining conference, and the name of the champion of the refining conference will belong to him!

"Hehe, this little guy has a lot of means, and he can actually absorb the power of thunder, old soldier, where did you find this apprentice?" On the high platform, the beautiful woman smiled slightly and said softly.

"Haha, Qiu Yuanqiao's old bastard, I'm afraid I'm going to be depressed this time." The dark-skinned old man also had a gloating smile on his face at this moment.

If it weren't for Mo Yu's efforts to turn the tide this time, I'm afraid that the champion of the refining conference this time would really fall into the hands of Qiu Yuanqiao, an old bastard, and at that time, the reputation of the Instrument Alliance and the refiner would definitely suffer a heavy blow.

The soldier nodded with a slightly meaningful smile, and now he has regained his previous peace, crossed his hands and ten fingers, and said secretly: "Little guy, this time, I owe you a favor."

Different from everyone's joy, the swordsmith on the side saw Mo Yu, who was bathed in thunder and looked like a son of thunder, as if he had thought of something, but his face became more and more gloomy, and there was an extremely dangerous light in his old eyes...

At this time, on the stone platform, the thunder fell fiercely on Mo Yu's body, and the brilliant silver lightning overflowed, and immediately turned into countless tiny electric snakes, which continued to follow Mo Yu's skin, and then burrowed into his body.

The power of brilliant thunder poured into Mo Yu's body, and then quickly surged out towards a certain place in Mo Yu's body.

From a distance, Mo Yu was like a thunder god, suspended in the sky, and within a range of ten zhang around his body, there were thunderbolts flickering, and that terrifying momentum made people feel a little numb in their scalps.

"Hehe, this thunder really belongs to a kind of heavenly thunder, and it happens to be the seventh place on the Xuanlei list, the nourishment of the 'Nine Heavens Thunder'!"

On the stone platform, Mo Yu stood with his hands in his hands, and the 'Nine Heavenly Thunder' in his body absorbed most of all the three-color thunder that shot at him.

Coupled with the strength of the physical body, in the face of this weapon thunder that even the Douzun powerhouse could not avoid, it made Mo Yu extremely relaxed, and he didn't have to spend any effort to deal with this difficult weapon mine.

As early as the moment he faced this three-color thunder, Mo Yu thought of a way to deal with it, it was this Nine Heavens Thunder.

The Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder is a natural thunder born on the Nine Heavens, conceived after absorbing countless heavenly thunders, with the unpredictable terrifying power of nature, ranking seventh on the Xuan Thunder List.

And the thunder happened to be a kind of heavenly thunder, so after thinking about it slightly, Mo Yu felt that this was a great opportunity.

It can not only block the thunder, but also promote the growth of the Nine Heavens Thunder, killing two birds with one stone!

Above the sky, the thunder rumbled endlessly, and the churning three-color thunderclouds, like thunderbolt-making machines, continuously spit out many more and more powerful gorgeous thunders, and then all of them slashed on Mo Yu's body.

The riot of the three-color thundercloud lasted for nearly ten minutes before it gradually stopped.

In the past ten minutes, almost hundreds of extremely terrifying thunderbolts swept out of the thunderclouds.

However, fortunately, these thunderbolts did not cause any harm to Mo Yu, but made his aura stronger and stronger.

Boom!

After the thunder continued to wreak havoc unwillingly for more than ten minutes, he finally had to give up this difficult bone, the energy fluctuations in the clouds slowly faded, and the thick and oppressive thunderclouds slowly dispersed under the gaze of countless eyes.

When this terrible thunder finally chose to retreat, Mo Yu was also pleased to find that the Nine Heavens Thunder in his body was growing at an astonishing speed.

"It is worthy of the three-color instrument thunder, and the Nine Heavens Thunder has directly come to the maturity stage!" Feeling the countless times stronger Xuanlei in his body, Mo Yu was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth showed a touch of joy.

The energy contained in the three-color weapon thunder is simply terrifying, even if it is absorbed by the Douzun powerhouse, most of them will explode and die.

And Mo Yu, who has the body of Xuan Thunder, is not only not afraid of thunder, but also absorbs it, which is simply terrifying!

Even, Mo Yu was extremely looking forward to more thunderbolts coming.

If a stronger weapon thunder comes, it may be able to directly raise the Nine Heavens Thunder to the peak!

However, Mo Yu is thinking about it now, if he wants to raise the Nine Heavens Thunder to the peak, the energy of the three-color thunder is far from enough, and he must need at least the seven-color thunder...

When Mo Yu was estimating the energy needed to improve the Nine Heavens Thunder, under the gaze of the audience, the soldier on the high platform also smiled slightly, and immediately took a step forward.

His gaze slowly swept across the sky, and then he paused on the thin figure.

Seeing this, all the audience also realized something, and at this moment, the champion of the refining conference was almost certain, thinking of this, countless eyes looked at Mo Yu with extremely hot eyes.

"Bastard!"

The most angry, naturally, is Qiu Yuanqiao, the champion in his hand suddenly flew, and was ridiculed by the juniors, how can this not make this grandmaster who has a good reputation in Zhongzhou and cultivates Dan weapons like thunder?

However, although he was angry, he had no other way at the moment, but to watch the supreme glory that symbolized the champion and landed steadily on top of Mo Yu's head.

"Weapons are revered by spirits, and now, the most powerful weapon of this refining conference has been born, and its owner... He is the final champion of this refining conference, he is..."

Bing Lao looked at Mo Yu with a smile, and just as he was about to announce the ownership of the championship, he was suddenly interrupted by a cold cheer.

"Wait a minute!"

When the words fell, I saw that the sword casting master suddenly stepped out of the air, the old man's big finger pointed at Mo Yu, and a cold red and murderous color appeared in the old man's eyes, and he said coldly.

"The culprit who killed my apprentice is not qualified to win the championship of the Refining Weapon Conference!"

(End of chapter)