"It's not just amazing, it's pretty powerful!"

Xue Yi sighed lightly, "I've been in the Ethereal Sect for six years, and I've just touched the edge of the second-level spiritual fire. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hey, don't mention that. ”

Xue Yi cheered up again, shrugged his shoulders and said: "If Feng Haoyu can really achieve something on the two paths of alchemy and refining, and help our Ethereal Peak to leave a name on the Dan list and instrument list of the sect, we will also have a light on our faces." ”

Su Zimo smiled and nodded.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

At this moment, a foundation-building monk appeared at the front of the refining hall, his hands pressed weakly, and the noise in the hall gradually disappeared.

"You all stepped forward to select the spiritual materials, and then dispersed, chose a vacant space in the main hall, began refining weapons, and the assessment officially began!"

Hundreds of sect disciples selected the spiritual materials and dispersed, Su Zimo and Xue Yi were next to each other, and they chose a place behind the main hall.

Feng Haoyu stood proudly at the front with his hands behind his back, and no one dared to stand side by side with him at all.

Prior to this, Feng Haoyu had already inquired that none of the trial disciples in the Five Peaks had cultivated a second-level spiritual fire, and the best had just touched the edge of the second-level spiritual fire.

Feng Haoyu is very confident that he will definitely be able to get the first place in the assessment at the end of this month, so as to be qualified to watch the images left by the predecessors of the sect when they were refining.

Rumble!

Feng Haoyu removed the refining instrument from the storage bag and landed heavily on the ground, shaking the entire hall.

Feng Haoyu's every move attracted everyone's attention.

The more than 100 sect disciples who participated in the assessment were not in a hurry to refine the weapons, and after placing the refining tools, their eyes fell on Feng Haoyu's body.

The corners of Feng Haoyu's mouth are slightly upturned.

Although he didn't turn to look, he could still feel the hot, jealous, and admiring eyes.

Feng Haoyu enjoyed this feeling very much.

The feeling of being in the spotlight.

Feng Haoyu slowly stretched out his palm and activated his aura.

A flame rose, just a reddish first-level spiritual fire.

The entire hall was silent, and everyone looked at the person at the front with bated breath.

Call!

Feng Haoyu stretched out his other palm, and a burst of aura shot out from his fingertips, falling into the flames.

With a bang, the flames in Feng Haoyu's palm were flourishing, and the color was getting darker, and in a short time, they had all turned dark red.

Level 2 Spiritual Fire!

Wow!

Even though many sect disciples had already heard about this, now that they saw the second-level spiritual fire with their own eyes, they still felt a lot of shock, and the crowd was in an uproar.

The second-level spiritual fire, the success rate of refining the lower grade spiritual weapon has increased greatly, and many monks cannot reach it in their lifetime.

Feeling the restlessness in the crowd, a hint of pride flashed in Feng Haoyu's eyes, and as soon as he sent his palm, the second-level spiritual fire came to the refining instrument tripod lightly, and continued to burn.

Wen Ding.

First, use the spiritual fire to evenly heat the surroundings of the refining tripod, and after the temperature spreads throughout the entire tripod body, then put in the spiritual materials.

The process of refining the weapon was relatively long, and at this time, many monks behind Feng Haoyu also began to condense the spiritual fire and carry out the steps of Wen Ding.

Xue Yi looked at Su Zimo and said, "Senior Brother Su, let's start too." ”

"Good. Su Zimo nodded.

Xue Yi stretched out his palm, and a flame rose in his palm, although it was a first-level spiritual fire, the color was a little dark, and there was a faint tendency to transform into a second-level spiritual fire.

Wen Ding's step does not need to be concentrated.

Xue Yi circled the spiritual fire around the refining ding, and then put it under the ding, turned his head to look at Su Zimo, pondering that his junior brother had just come into contact with the art of refining, maybe he was a little rusty, and he could give some guidance.

Xue Yi turned his head sideways, and was suddenly stunned on the spot.

There was a flame burning in Su Zimo's palm, and the fire was a little dazzling!

Xue Yi was completely dumbfounded, his mind was blank, and he didn't notice that the flames under the refining weapon in front of him were extinguished.

Su Zimo also learned from others, burned the spiritual fire around the refining tripod, and put it back under the tripod.

Wen Ding's step was not mentioned in the explanations of the inner disciples in the past.

In the past month, Su Zimo has never tried Wen Ding in retreat.

"This assessment is really not in vain, and it is really rewarding. Su Zimo was secretly happy in his heart.

"Su, Su, Senior Brother Su, you, you, you spiritual fire ......"

At this moment, Xue Yi's stammering voice came from Su Zimo's ears, with a hint of trembling.

Su Zimo smiled sideways and said, "It's just good luck, and you can cultivate a third-level spiritual fire in a daze." ”

Su Zimo's words are not modest, he is really cultivated in a daze, and he still doesn't know the reason.

Xue Yi's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and his chin almost fell to the ground.

For the first time, he had heard that the third-level spiritual fire was cultivated by luck.

The voices of the two were not loud, but the surrounding sect disciples could hear them clearly.

Still a third-level spiritual fire?

Dream about it!

The few disciples in front looked back and were immediately dumbfounded.

A strange atmosphere gradually permeated the entire hall.

Feng Haoyu, who was standing at the front, seemed to feel something and frowned slightly, but out of pride, he didn't look back.

In this hall, there is no one worthy of his special turn and gaze!

At this moment, a piercing scream broke the strangeness in the main hall.

"Level 3 Spiritual Fire!"

After this scream sounded, the hall instantly boiled.

"Crimson, it's really a third-level spiritual fire!"

"Who is this person, his face is very raw, why have he never seen it before?"

"It seems to be a new disciple this year. ”

"It's incredible, this person is only a fifth-level qi cultivator, and he actually cultivates a third-level spiritual fire, what kind of talent is this?"

Hearing the discussion behind him, Feng Haoyu's face suddenly sank.

Standing still for a while, Feng Haoyu's expression returned to the same as before, his eyes were not shocked, he slowly turned around and looked behind.

The crimson flame immediately caught my eye.

Immediately after, there was a familiar green shirt and a face with clear eyebrows.

"It's him again!"

Feng Haoyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light swept through the depths of his eyes.

"Huh?"

Su Zimo, who was still in Wending, suddenly felt a wave of hostility, and subconsciously looked up.

"What a keen sensibility!"

Feng Haoyu was secretly shocked in his heart.

He had already hidden his hostility well, but he didn't expect it to attract Su Zimo's attention.

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, Feng Haoyu's expression remained unchanged, still arrogant, and turned around.

On the surface, it seems that Feng Haoyu didn't take this scene to heart.

But under his refining weapon, the second-level spiritual fire has been extinguished, which shows the vibration in his heart!

Su Zimo smiled, didn't think much about it, seeing that the refining tripod was already warm, and was about to put the selected spiritual materials into it, but an unkempt head suddenly appeared next to him.

Su Zimo was startled, and took out the Cold Moon Knife from the storage bag with his backhand, and almost slashed it over......

"Meet the Master!"

"I've seen the first one. ”

When the disciples in the main hall saw the comer, they spoke out one after another.

Su Zimo coughed lightly, and stuffed the Cold Moon Knife back without a trace.