"The owner?"

"General?"

In Mr. Xue's words, the words of these two words made the Refining God Mountain Soldier Master particularly unhappy.

For a while, it was even difficult for him to accept it in his heart, although he usually scolded him, but in his heart he was also regarded as a great master like himself, why was he so thick-skinned, shouting from an owner, and really regarded himself as a craftsman?

Moreover, the things that these four people worked together to refine, I am afraid that they would never dare to despise it at all, even if these four people refined a piece of stubborn iron, they would have to study whether there was anything special about this stubborn iron, and if they didn't study it for a year and a half, they would never dare to speak easily, so as not to go wrong, it would be too embarrassing, but that Fang Gongzi actually disliked it?

And they are disliked, but these four old guys don't take it very seriously?

The master of the Refining God Mountain is very confident in the weapons he has refined, but inexplicably, his confidence is already seriously insufficient.

As for the other people around, they also heard the words of Mr. Xue, and for a while, everyone didn't know what to think in their hearts, and they started talking about it with a bang, and in the depths of the crowd, there were a few openers, and at this time, they were busy wiping the jade board in their hands, and they wanted to lower the odds a little more before the second son of Fang appeared...... It's really not good, so it's better to let these two simply tie!

......

......

"It seems that this Mr. Fang Er is serious......"

Also behind the crowd, several masters of the old scholastic institute discussed in a low voice: "Obviously, the weapon he refined at this time has not yet shown a shadow, but in the eyes of everyone, no one dares to underestimate him anymore, think about a month ago, no one was optimistic about it at all......

Mr. Yuheng smiled: "Yes, you were not optimistic at that time!"

Several other masters glanced at him and sneered, "Who wants to marry his eight-year-old granddaughter to him?"

Mr. Yuheng looked embarrassed: "It's not that I want to marry, it's my granddaughter who saw him and really fell in love with ......."

......

......

"The hour is coming, it's time for Mr. Fang Er to show up, right?"

The Refining God Mountain Soldier Master was already a little impatient, snorted coldly, and reminded him heavily.

"You're in such a hurry, how can you make good things?"

Mr. Xue rolled his eyes, put on a look of being too lazy to take care of him, and glanced at the sun in the sky by the way.

Then he tapped lightly on the pillars of the tent and shouted inside, "Host, it's almost, isn't it?"

"That's it!"

Inside the tent, there was a sound of square inches.

With just one sound, the crowd around immediately surged, and everyone was waiting for it.

The soldiers and elders of the Refining God Mountain, as well as the eight major disciples, all raised their heads, and it was difficult to hide the tension on their faces.

Farther away, on top of a tall building in Chaoge City that could be seen from the old scholastic courtyard outside the city, the Seventh Prince trembled and drank a sip of tea, but only drank half of it, but another half of it spilled onto his body, his face was already faintly blue at this time, and his lips showed an abnormal purple, but his eyes were even more gloomy and weird than before, as if he came from hell.

"Can we win?"

He suddenly looked to his side and hissed.

The old chamberlain stood quietly and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't worry, we still have a big chance of winning!"

......

......

"Mr. Fang Er, if you want to fight, then, before you decide the winner, let's set a lottery......"

The soldier master of the Refining Divine Mountain, seeing that the weapon of Fang Cun was about to be baked, suddenly opened his mouth loudly, and shouted: "If I lose in refining the Divine Mountain, then I will enshrine this mountain and river knife to Mr. Fang Er with both hands, and since then the gate of the Refining Divine Mountain will always be open, Mr. Fang Er will always be my distinguished guest of the Refining Divine Mountain, and if Mr. Fang Er loses, then please ask Mr. Fang Er to ......."

He paused slightly, and said, "How about agreeing to help me refine the Divine Mountain and do something?"

Listening to his words, Mr. Cang beside him couldn't help but glance at him curiously.

The previous plan of refining the Divine Mountain was not like this, as long as Fang Cun Dou Weapon lost, then the Refining Divine Mountain could slowly figure it out, and naturally let Fang Cun agree to their conditions, but it was not so conflicting and antagonistic as at this time, but maybe the Refining Divine Mountain Soldier Master had no confidence at this time, so he took the initiative to shout it out, and simply made this bet clear......

And listening to the words of the Refining God Mountain Soldier Master, Fang Cun's voice quickly came out: "Whatever you want!"

......

......

In Chaoge City, the Seven Princes listened to this from afar, and they were overjoyed.

......

......

And before the tent, the master of the Refining God Mountain was also overjoyed, but before he could say anything else, he suddenly heard a voice:

"The hour has come!"

Before the words fell, and everyone didn't react, suddenly a piece of fire rushed into the sky, and the rolling fire gas swept out from the depths of the tent, and almost all the tents were completely torn apart by the fierce wind stirred by the fire in this instant, piece by piece, like a broken butterfly, towards the dark clouds in the air......

It was also at this time that everyone's vision was no longer blocked, and they saw that in the center of the area, there was an iron furnace three feet high, and on the iron furnace, there were flowers, birds, fish and insects, all kinds of patterns, and the fire that rose to the sky flew out from between the furnaces, and rushed directly into the dark clouds, which had caused the dark clouds to roll and stir up.

"Open the furnace!"

Fang Cun is holding an old umbrella, standing ten zhang away from the stove, on a jade platform.

He held a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, as if to block the smoke of fireworks, and waved his hand.

And closer to the Divine Furnace, it was divided into triangles, and there were three old men, who were the other three refining masters, they all looked at the furnace nervously, and waved their hands desperately: "Hurry, hurry, don't delay......"

Boom! Boom!

The trembling sound of a great earthquake sounded, and rows of barbarians with a height of three feet waved their sledgehammers and rushed forward in great strides.

Stepping on the ground is like an earthquake.

"Bang!"

They rushed to the furnace, swung their sledgehammers, and slammed them into it.

Under such blows, the divine furnace quickly deflated, and then cracked, and there were endless smoke and dust in it, and it flew into the air, and the dark clouds in the air were pulled and began to give birth to endless changes, and the raindrops of beans suddenly fell down with a bang, smashing the ground into deep pits one after another......

In the end, the divine furnace on that side was smashed into a pile of iron clay by those barbarians.

It looks narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, full of folds, weird and twisted, ugly and ugly.

"It's ...... Smashed?"

I don't know how many people looked stunned, stupidly looking at the uncovered pile of things on the ground.

Even the people of the Refining God Mountain were obviously surprised.

However, after smashing to a certain extent, the group of barbarians retreated, made a way, and walked forward slowly, and came to the piece of stubborn iron, and the light in the palm of the hand flashed, and the palm of the hand was cut, and a string of blood was dripped on it.

With a "snort", smoke rose from the iron.

The little fox helped Fang Cun tie up a handkerchief on the palm of his hand, although when he tied it up, the wound was almost healed.

And Fang Cun leaned over slightly, holding the piece of iron like a stubborn stone in his hand.

He held it with one hand and an umbrella with the other to avoid the rain, and slowly, he came to the front of everyone in the Refining God Mountain.

The eyes of countless people around him all looked at the iron lump in his hand.

"Do you need to compare?"

Fang Cun held the iron lump and smiled at the people of the Refining God Mountain.

"Forehead ......"

A few people from the Refining God Mountain looked at it with wide eyes, and they didn't see what this piece of iron was, but Mr. Cang was real, rubbing his eyes sore, so he couldn't help but secretly spread the voice to Fang Cun, and said: "Second Master Fang, if you really can't refine it, just tell us from a low bottom, everyone understands, lose or win, why do you have to put it on this bright face to embarrass yourself?"

"Hehe......"

And Fang Cun also saw their intentions, and suddenly smiled softly, and said, "Everyone, please look!"

As he spoke, he tossed it lightly.

The piece of iron in his hand suddenly flew out, and with a bang, it became three times larger.

When it fell to the ground, the earthquake trembled, and many people who were close almost fell, and their eyes were slightly straightened.

At this time, it has become bigger, but it looks faintly shaped, like what?

Wax gourd?

It's just that you refine weapons, but you refine a winter melon to do something, take it and smash people?

Fang Cun smiled, looked at the "winter melon" gently, and then slowly pinched up a handprint, and said, "Fire!"

With a wave of mana around him, the "winter melon" suddenly buzzed.

Suddenly, at the mouth of the winter melon, an invisible gravitational force appeared, snoring, at this time, there were countless sparks scattered in all directions just now, some have been extinguished, and some are still bright, and there are some places, some weeds have been ignited, slowly burning, and with the winter melon moving, all the sparks, suddenly rushed towards the mouth of the winter melon.

In an instant, the surrounding sparks have been sucked clean, and the sparks on Mr. Xue's cigarette pouch have been sucked up.

There was a dead silence all of a sudden, and everyone's eyes widened and stared blankly.

But Fang Cun didn't stop, pinched a magic seal again, and then gently spit out a word: "Water!"

The inside of the winter melon shook again, gurgling, the surrounding rainstorm poured, and there was a little water on the ground, at this time, they were all attracted by the invisible force, flying in the air, turning into a stream of water, and poured straight into the winter melon, and even the raindrops that had not yet landed in the air were also pulled by this force, flying towards the winter melon one by one, and then scrambled to squeeze into the gourd.

"This ......"

There was silence around him, and finally someone realized something, his face was surprised and surprised, and his lips trembled slightly.

And Fang Cun, knowing that these people had already understood, smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, and the winter melon suddenly flew up automatically, became smaller at the same time, and then slowly, fell into his hand, looking well-behaved, obedient, ugly, but inexplicably cute.

"The predecessor of the Refining God Mountain, my Eight Treasure Gourd, I don't know how to refine it?"

Fang Cun smiled and looked at the few people from the Refining God Mountain, and his gaze swept over the others.

"You ......"

The soldiers of the Refining God Mountain, including the elders, all had their lips trembling slightly, and they wanted to say something, but they said it.

In his eyes, there seemed to be some despair.

That Mr. Cang trembled for a long time before he finally shouted: "You...... You don't look like a gourd at all!"