Master Changyun and the other casters shook their heads even more, and even their impression of Mu Feng was much worse.

For them, the way of casting is their faith, and it is not to be blasphemed. If it weren't for Mu Feng having a master in the Spirit Gathering Realm, I'm afraid they would have really judged that Mu Feng had lost and taken Mu Feng's life.

Mu Feng directly threw the bellows aside, and then, towards the air inlet, punched a Yuan force.

The fire was blazing, and the terrifying heat swept through the small square in an instant. Let all the people who watch the excitement can't help but take a few steps back. looked at Mu Feng with a shocked expression.

God, is this true?

It is incredible that a simple furnace fire can produce so much heat.

Master Changyun stood up suddenly, looking at Mu Feng with a shocked expression, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Master Changyun, Master Changyun, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" several other casters noticed Master Changyun's abnormality and hurriedly asked with concern.

Master Changyun is the god in their minds, if Master Changyun falls, who will they go to for advice on the way of casting in the future?

At the same time, they also secretly hated Mu Feng in their hearts, they were all this kid, if it wasn't for him to deal with gambling fights like a joke, Master Changyun would not be so angry.

"Yuan Li condensed fire, Yuan Li condensed fire, I Changyun has been in my lifetime, and I can still see Yuan Li condensing fire, and I have no regrets in this life. "Master Changyun sobbed in unison.

Several other casters were also stunned.

Yuanli Condensation, that's something that exists in legends.

When they looked at Mu Feng again, their eyes changed to admiration.

Yuan Li condensing fire is the only sign of the instrument, and in today's world, the artifact is rare even in Haitian City. Each one of them is a big man on the top. A word and a thing can even determine the rise and fall of a family and power.

Unexpectedly, an instrument master appeared in front of them alive, which made them how they could not be excited.

Mu Feng threw the rock flint and ice chips into the casting furnace one by one, and the materials with the opposing properties of the two properties began to melt as soon as they entered the casting furnace, and Mu Feng secretly pinched his trick. The two opposing properties of the material were perfectly fused together, turning into red and white juice, which Mu Feng poured into the horizontal mold.

I went, it was really an embroidery needle, the only difference from the ordinary embroidery needle was that the embroidery needle cast by Mu Feng was red and white, and it was distinct.

"Shhhh

In the small square, boos erupted.

Bu Shangchun's face immediately darkened.

The father and son of the Zheng family were also expressionless, and they couldn't tell whether they were happy or sad.

Mu Feng actually cast a weapon, although it was only an embroidery needle, as long as the grade was higher than Wu Guangliang, Zheng Bo's life would not be guaranteed.

Now, they can only pray that the quality of Mu Feng's embroidery needles is not higher than Wu Guangliang's.

"Xingliang lost. As soon as Yuan Li condensed the fire, who fought with the wind, I didn't expect that this Mu Feng was so young that he had already reached the realm of an instrumentalist. Be a teacher of our generation. Master Changyun said with emotion.

"What Master Changyun said is extremely true. Several of the other casters nodded their heads.

Everyone is not a fool, at this time, it is natural to have a good relationship with Mu Feng, so that he can ask for advice in the future. Perhaps, in his lifetime, his own casting path can go further.

Mu Feng directly quenched the embroidery needle, and then, put it on the casting table, condensed the needle with Yuan Li, and slowly carved it.

"This, this, this, is it possible that Master Mu wants to carve the rune formation on the embroidery needle?" Master Changyun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't care about the image, the hem of his clothes was raised, and he stepped to Mu Feng's side in one step, quietly fell, and quietly watched Mu Feng's movements.

Seeing this, several other casters were naturally not far behind, and they all used their methods and rushed to Mu Feng's side.

"Done. ”

After about a few breaths, Mu Feng suddenly let out a loud shout. With a little silly index finger in his right hand, the embroidery needle shone with a burst of precious light, and then dimmed.

"It's, it's impossible. Master Feiyun said suspiciously.

"Yes, according to the records of the Feng Dynasty, the lowest grade of the weapon forged by the Yuan Force Condensation Fire should also be a mortal treasure, right? Why is it just a high-grade mortal weapon? It shouldn't be. Master Feiyun didn't care about Mu Feng's consent, so he took the embroidery needle in his hand and carefully identified it.

"Could it be that Wu Guangliang's forged weapon can't really be a medium-grade mortal weapon, right?" A caster's eyes suddenly lit up, and deep in his eyes, there was a deep sense of horror.

"Uhhh

Wu Guangliang's weapons have also been tempered. A wide, cold-lit knife. Medium-grade mortal ware. Half a step away from reaching the level of high-grade mortal vessels.

"This, this, how is this possible?" Master Feiyun was also terrified.

You must know that before the last moment, no one can be sure what kind of weapon they should be able to cast.

Because there are too many steps in the future, if you don't pay attention to it, you will capsize in the gutter and turn it into a waste vessel.

And Mu Feng was able to see the grade of the weapon before Wu Guangliang had cast the weapon to the end, which was really incredible.

This kind of method, I'm afraid that ordinary craftsmen may not have it.

Wu Guangliang was fully absorbed in his weapon, however, when Master Feiyun and the other referees all ran to Mu Feng's side, his heart twitched, his hand shook, and the hammer fell in the wrong place.

Otherwise, I will definitely be able to cast a high-grade mortal weapon this time.

It's a pity, it's a pity, one step away, only a medium-grade mortal vessel was cast. However, it can be regarded as my own normal level.

As for Mu Feng, the two opposing materials are only casting an embroidery needle, and it would be good to be able to enter the grade. I won this battle.

However, what are his old men and other casters doing on Mu Feng's side?

Could it be that Mu Feng acted willfully and recklessly, blaspheming the teacher and others, and their belief in the way of casting. So, are a few old men going to beat Mu Feng?

This can't be helped, behind Mu Feng, there is still a spirit gathering power? With a wave of his hand, he can kill a family and a force. He compared the casting technique with Mu Feng, Mu Feng lost, and his life was gone, this was his own gamble. No wonder.

If he was beaten to death by his master and others, the consequences would be completely different. The teacher and others are so old, why don't they understand the trick?

"Teacher, teacher, don't mess around, Mu Feng is doomed, his life already belongs to me. Wu Guangliang hurriedly shouted at Master Feiyun.

At the same time, Wu Guangliang put on a victorious posture, ready to welcome the affirmation and recognition of Master Changyun.

When he entered the room, he seemed to be waving to himself.

Wu Guangliang secretly thanked Mu Feng in his heart for giving him such a chance to pretend to be forced.