Instrument Courtyard, Ring No. 9.

The ring of the Refining Contest is different from other competitions, and two casting tables dedicated to refining are built on the ring, which is indispensable for low-level refiners who have not yet mastered the method of heart refining.

At this time, in the No. 9 ring, Wang Ning held the long knife that began to exude a faint cold aura with the successful completion of the last step of quenching, and his face showed a hint of satisfaction, this knife has already touched the threshold of the spiritual weapon!

He looked up and looked playfully at his opponent in this game, the indifferent young man was still busy in front of the casting table, and he had not even finished the embryo.

Wang Yu laughed silently.

Although his alchemy skills were only at a medium level in the genius-filled Academy, it was enough to deal with the waste in front of him.

I heard that he is still a descendant disciple of the Leng family, and at this level of refining, it is simply a discredit to the Leng family.

I can only say that I was so lucky that I met a scorer in the first game.

This group of repeater class wastes are really good people!

The audience in the audience also cast a trace of disdain at the cold-faced young man in the ring, obviously knowing the identity of the latter, at this time, seeing that Wang Yu successfully completed the forging, there was an uproar, it seems that there is no suspense in this game.

Half of the time has passed, and even the embryo has not been completed, so dare to come to the competition with such a refining level?

Sure enough, just like the rumors say, this cold autumn wind is a super waste material!

At this time, next to the ring, a heroic young man in a purple power suit stood quietly in the corner, with a burning flame tattooed on his cuffs. The purple-clothed young man's face was calm, and his indifferent eyes watched the cold-faced young man's every move in the ring, and after a while, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Leng Qiufeng, you are really still so useless! After so many years, you haven't grown at all, it seems that you are really not suitable for you to stay in this Leng family......"

The young man in purple shook his head, no longer interested in continuing to watch.

In his opinion, the winner is decided.

The cold autumn wind in the ring was indifferent, at this time his whole body and mind had been put into the embryo in his hand, and everything in the outside world could not affect him in the slightest.

No one knew that the raging flame in his heart was about to become uncontrollable and about to erupt.

In his mind, he flashed over what Mr. Meng had said: "Refining, in fact, refining the heart, a top refiner, before starting to refine the weapon, all the details about the items to be cast, in fact, have already been imprinted in his heart, in one go, in order to forge a high-quality instrument." ”

"The refining tool is actually very simple, nothing more than four words, and it has been tempered for thousands of years. One is 'hammer', the other is 'refining', these two techniques are intertwined and can be ever-changing, which is the simplest refining tool and the most difficult basis for practicing fire. ”

"Don't underestimate the foundation, the ultimate basic refining technique can also refine the best spiritual weapon!"

Recalling that under the guidance of Teacher Meng, Leng Qiufeng couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

He fixed the dagger-shaped embryo in his hand on the casting table, and then reached out and wiped it, and a huge hammer was instantly held in his hand, and he moved with it, and the hammer was raised high.

"Bell!"

The sledgehammer landed heavily on the embryo, splashing a few sparks.

A crisp sound came out, and then, the giant hammer dancing in the cold autumn wind turned into a phantom, and the tinkling bell rang non-stop.

Under the ring, the purple-clothed young man was about to turn around and leave, and the crisp sound reached his ears, he raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and this rhythm ......

In the ring, Leng Qiufeng had completely entered the state, his movements were extremely fast, and the half-finished embryo was constantly adjusting its shape under the hammer of the giant hammer in his hand, and gradually became the appearance he had conceived in his heart, and then he flicked his fingers, and a little red light flew out from his fingertips, falling into the furnace of casting energy, and with a bang, a blazing flame bloomed in the furnace.

The temperature began to rise sharply, and the cold autumn wind held his breath and sent the completed embryo in his hand to the flames, and at the same time, a series of seals were cast from his hands, controlling the burning flames to refine the embryos.

Time gradually passed, and Wang Yu, who was opposite, had already completed the forging, and was looking at him with a smile.

At this time, the forging of the cold autumn wind has also reached the last moment.

He used iron tongs to hold the embryo that had been refined in the flames, and sent it to the cold spring water that was quenched and passed on like lightning.

Now......

When the fiery embryo met the extremely cold spring water, a large amount of smoke came out in an instant.

It's done!

Leng Qiufeng's cold face finally revealed a hint of joy.

When Leng Qiufeng took out the weapon he had refined, the audience instantly laughed.

"I'll wipe it, can this also be considered a weapon?"

"Haha, look at that cold autumn wind, what is he refining, a black lump, can he refine weapons?"

"Alas, don't say it, maybe people are refining artifacts, do you know artifacts?"

"Haha......"

"Damn, isn't this a point for Wang Yu?"

"That's right, it's easy to get three points, rub, why doesn't Lao Tzu have such good luck?"

In the midst of the noise, Leng Qiufeng looked indifferent, glanced coldly at the shouting audience in the audience, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Laugh and wait a minute...... I can't laugh anymore!

At this time, the referee teacher on duty walked out.

The two participants showed off their forged weapons at the same time.

In Wang Yu's hand was a bright long knife, exuding a cold air, while in Leng Qiufeng's hand was a black dagger.

looks at the appearance, but Wang Yu is slightly better.

Wang Yu looked at the dagger in Leng Qiufeng's hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Haha, just that lump of black iron, how can it compare to his treasure knife?

The referee took the weapons in the hands of the two men, and when he started it, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he quickly regained his composure and announced loudly: "In this game, the winner is ...... Cold autumn wind!"

The smile on Wang Yu's face froze, and he shouted out in a lost voice, "This, this is impossible!"

The referee glanced at him and said lightly, "There is nothing impossible, your long knife has only touched the threshold of the spirit weapon, but the dagger refined by Leng Qiufeng is a real spirit weapon." ”

What the?

Wang Yu's face was like ashes, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Spiritual weapons?

At the same time, the audience suddenly fell from a noise to an eerie silence, and the eyes of all the audience instantly converged, revealing a trace of disbelief.

This waste material has actually been refined into a spiritual weapon?

This...... Impossible, right?

But seeing the faint expression of the referee, everyone had to choose to believe.

In the ring, Leng Qiufeng's indifferent face instantly seemed to be an iceberg thawing, revealing a warm smile.

Teacher, did you see that?

I did it!