"What, he raised the reward for refining a Dao weapon to eighty million?" Luofu Mountain, in that beautiful valley, an extremely surprised and unbelievable roar almost overturned the temple in the valley.

Inside the hall, the Holy Son of Luofu gritted his teeth, his face was red, and his chest rose and fell sharply, like a seriously injured beast.

On the other side, Wu Ze, the first seat of Luofu Mountain, smiled bitterly.

These are the bad news that the Holy Son of Luofu has always wanted to calm down and continue refining Dao weapons, but what he heard in his ears was either the bad news that Mu Han had successfully refined another Dao weapon, which made him extremely depressed, and there was a strong urge to kill in his heart.

And the target he wants to kill is naturally Mu Han.

Especially after learning that Mu Han had successfully refined all the ten holy products of the Xuandu Holy Son, the Luofu Holy Son was even more manic, more than fifty times, his first holy weapon refining failed, and the second holy weapon had not yet started, but Mu Han quickly refined the ten holy weapons, not only quickly, but none of them failed.

With such a huge gap, how can he, who has always been arrogant and boast of being the future first mage of the Immortal Mansion, feel embarrassed?

It's just that before he could adjust, he was hit by a new news and wanted to vomit blood, he and several mages in the green field were still refining eight million holy products, Mu Han was good, and the reward soared to ten times that of their white spoons in an instant, and the impact of this news on him was stronger than Mu Han's refining of ten holy weapons.

The moment he heard the news, the Holy Son of Luofu felt a strong contempt, as if Mu Han pointed at his nose and shouted: The Holy Dao Weapon you refined is only worth eight million meritorious deeds, and Lao Tzu's refining of one Holy Dao Weapon is enough for you to refine ten!

"Holy Son doesn't have to be angry, that Mu Han ......" Seeing that the Holy Son of Luofu was faintly showing signs of madness, Wu Ze couldn't help but persuade, but before he finished speaking, the Holy Son of Luofu jumped to his feet angrily and scolded, "It's all come to this point, you still tell Lao Tzu not to be angry?" Wu Ze, I don't care what method you use, I must teach that bastard a lesson as soon as possible. At this moment, there is no trace of gentle demeanor in the Holy Son of Luofu.

The word Mu Han has completely become his inner demon!

"It's so majestic, you don't want to be the Holy Son anymore?" Wu Ze was about to agree, when a cold snort suddenly exploded in this hall.

"Who is it?" The Holy Son of Luofu was annoyed and angry, and followed the prestige with red eyes, but saw a fiery red aura flashing out of thin air, condensing into a phantom in the hall, but it was a tall and burly old man, wrapped in a red robe, his eyes were like electricity, and he was as dignified as a god descending to earth.

"Disciple to meet Elder Taishang. Wu Ze was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed down to worship, this old man was the Taishang Elder of the "Kunlun Immortal Mansion", and his strength was second only to the mansion master.

"Master...... Master ......" Luofu Shengzi was stunned, and Jing is sobered up suddenly, and spit out these two words in his mouth.

"Last time, if it wasn't Elder Qiu who Gu Cangfeng was holding on, but you, now your title of 'Luofu Holy Son' would have been taken off long ago. After so many deaths, I don't know how to learn a lesson, Jing still wants to repeat the mistakes of the past, you are no longer suitable to stay in this Luofu Mountain, follow me into Kunlun Mountain retreat. "Grandpa, I'm ......" "Shut up! Wu Ze, return all refining materials!" "Yes!" "......" Wave after wave.

Before the news of Mu Han's increase in the reward of refining weapons had not yet dissipated, many Immortal Mansion monks were shocked by another news.

The Holy Son of Luofu, one of the three holy sons of the Immortal Mansion, actually returned all the refining materials and devoted himself to retreat!

This news was like a sudden detonation of 10,000 catties of explosives, which made the surging waves in the "Kunlun Immortal Mansion" even more intense. The moment they heard the news, the first reaction in everyone's minds was that the Holy Son of Luofu was afraid of Na Mu Han, so he chose to dodge and retreat.

Dozens of years ago, the five ** divisions joined forces to compete with Mu Han, what a high spirit, which made everyone excited and excited.

Unexpectedly, this battle had only been going on for such a short time, and the Holy Son of Luofu, one of the five ** divisions, had already withdrawn from the arena in disgrace. This made many Xianfu monks wilt like frosted eggplants, especially those Xianfu monks who took refuge in Luofu Mountain.

Five ** divisions, suppress one into the ...... This kind of disparity contest is a bit disgraceful, if you win, it's okay to say, but if you lose, it will be very lost, but the retreat of the Luofu Holy Son made everyone realize that this contest is not over yet, but they have already lost, maybe when Youjin sneaked up to Yaozhu Mountain, they have already lost.

In the past, in front of those guys from different sects, everyone was arrogant and arrogant, and in the future, it would be difficult for them to raise their heads again.

If you are depressed and aggrieved, you will naturally be happy.

In the Xuandu Mountain, the ten holy Taoist vessels brought by Xiao Suying were lined up in a row, shaking so much that the eyes on the opposite side were spent, and he couldn't wait to pounce on them immediately, and kissed them fiercely with anger. These ten are the main ones selected by Chu Menglan, the holy son of Xuandu, for the ten holy Taoist weapons.

Looking at the expressions of the crowd, Chu Menglan waved her jade hand with a smile, and the ten jin suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and with a flash of her figure, she snatched her own holy weapon, and then couldn't wait to send the true yuan into it. In the next moment, the low or crisp humming sound came and went, and a piece of Dao ware burst out with hundreds of millions of brilliant luminous light, and the entire Xuandu Mountain was reflected in a colorful and colorful way.

And along with this luminous light, there is also a majestic and vast atmosphere.

In an instant, almost the entire Immortal Mansion was alarmed, even if it was hundreds of thousands of miles away, you could see the glittering glow in the Xuandu Mountain, and a pair of eyes revealed an envy that was difficult to hide, the breath was so terrifying, the quality of the holy weapon could be imagined.

Of the three holy sons of Kunlun Immortal Mansion, only Chu Menglan, the holy son of Xuandu, seized the opportunity and obtained enough benefits. Although the ten holy artifacts could not bring about a fundamental change in the strength of the three sides, they had a huge impact on their respective camps. Now, among the three camps, Mount Meru only has envy and jealousy, and Luofu Mountain also feels disgraced because of the retreat of the Holy Son, and only Xuandu Mountain's morale is greatly boosted.

"Fourteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stripes?" At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the Xuandu Mountain.

"Mine is also 14,999 tattoos...... "The number of tattoos in my holy weapon is the same!" "......" Similar voices sounded almost inconsistently, not only were the ten points of the trial dumbfounded, Chu Menglan and Ji Qun also looked at each other, with an unbelievable expression, ten holy weapons, the number of tattoos was actually 14,999, if there was one more tattoo, it would be an immortal weapon!

If two things are like this, it can be said to be a coincidence, and ten things like this, then it is definitely not a coincidence that can be explained by two words.

Mu Han's refining ability is superb, and he has reached the peak!