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Of course, there has never been a person like Su Zimo before.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Zimo is a madman who doesn't want to die.

"Hmph, I think he knows that he will be defeated, and he is playing tricks here. ”

"If you want me to see it, this Su Zimo is ill-intentioned, and Fang Cai's actions may be to hurt Senior Brother Feng, so that the final duel between the two will not have to be carried out. ”

Outside the main hall, there were all kinds of speculations and discussions.

"Su Zimo, do you want to gather spirits or give up gathering spirits, why did you make such an abnormal move?" Wen Xuan, the head of Spirit Peak, frowned and asked sharply.

Su Zimo smiled: "Of course, it is to gather spirits." ”

"Why did Ju Ling remove the Refining Instrument Ding?" Wen Xuan asked again.

"Don't you?"

Su Zimo asked rhetorically, and Wen Xuan was speechless.

There is indeed no rule in the refining, and the gathering of spirits must be carried out in the refining ding, but this move is too strange to understand.

At this moment, Su Zimo looked back at Feng Haoyu while gathering his spirit, and asked with a smile, "Feng Haoyu, do you think you have won?"

"Humph!"

Feng Haoyu snorted coldly and said coldly: "I don't believe that you can successfully gather spirits!"

"Okay, then I'll show you. ”

In fact, during this moment of conversation, Su Zimo had tried to gather spirits many times, but he felt the danger and stopped in time.

And this time, a sign of a spirit pattern faintly appeared on the axe's body, but there was no sign of danger.

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

It's done!

Airplanes!

With a trembling, the axe was full of spiritual light, and a dazzling glow erupted, dangling in front of everyone's eyes.

Spirit Pattern!

The chatter outside the main hall gradually subsided.

Many disciples watched this scene with their mouths wide open, dumbfounded, and their eyes almost fell out.

Successfully gathered spirits?

Doesn't it mean that it is difficult to gather spirits?

Why did Su Zimo chat casually for a few words, and he condensed a spiritual pattern in a daze?

Not to mention the many disciples outside the main hall, even the first seat of the five peaks was stunned and full of doubts.

Luck?

Coincidental?

What's going on?

After all, the other four peaks didn't know much about the art of refining, and they all looked at the bad old man, and their eyes showed an inquiring meaning.

The bad old man pondered for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he had to shake his head.

Su Zimo was successful, and there was no suspense about the first place in this competition.

Feng Haoyu's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

Even if his refining speed is fast enough, after all, it is only a pseudo-spiritual weapon, without a grade.

"Win!"

"Haha, we've won!"

"Senior Brother Su, good job!"

After a brief silence, there was a cheer from the crowd.

Some Lingfeng disciples who were originally optimistic about Feng Haoyu were a little depressed.

Until now, they were still a little confused, how could the ghost make the gods worse, and this Su Zimo succeeded in gathering spirits.

And it looks so relaxed?

Other people have been refining weapons for many years, but they may not be able to refine a low-grade spiritual weapon, how can this kid chat and get one?

Feng Haoyu quickly adjusted his mood, sneered, and turned to leave.

"Very good, very good, you won this game, Danfeng competition, let's compare again!"

Feng Haoyu's voice came, but the person had already disappeared into the crowd.

With a stabbing sound, Su Zimo put the giant axe into the cold water, and a low-grade giant axe was formed, looking fierce and domineering, and the blade of the axe flashed with cold light, as if it could split a mountain!

"Hmph, even if it's a low-grade spiritual weapon, what kind of qi practitioner would use such a clumsy axe, it's ridiculous!"

A Lingfeng disciple said sourly.

"You don't like to hear what the fat man says, the fat man likes this!"

The little fat man was not happy on the spot.

The Lingfeng disciple sneered: "You like to have a fart, it's someone else's spiritual weapon!"

At this moment, Su Zimo beckoned to the little fat man and raised his voice: "Fat man, this weapon is made for you and given to you." ”

"Uh......"

The Lingfeng disciple who had just spoken had a pale face, and he slipped into the crowd and disappeared.

The little fat man happily ran to Su Zimo's side, looking excited, rubbing his palms back and forth, wanting to laugh but not being embarrassed.

"Big brother, really, really for me?"

You must know that so far, the little fat man has not had a low-grade spiritual weapon around.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo personally built one for him.

And this giant axe is so suitable for him, it is simply tailor-made.

With this low-grade spiritual weapon, the little fat man will definitely be able to achieve a good ranking in the Lingfeng competition.

"Well, take it. ”

Su Zimo nodded and handed the giant axe to the little fat man.

The little fat man took it, couldn't put it down, and said intoxicatedly: "I'll sleep with it in my arms today!"

After speaking, the little fat man also kissed fiercely on the giant axe.

Seeing this scene, the first seat of the five peaks all showed a smile.

The crane-haired boy said in a low voice: "This favor is not small. ”

"It's just a pity, if Su Zimo can take this opportunity to refine a low-grade flying sword for himself, maybe he still has a chance of winning against the upper hand Haoyu. Xuan Yi said.

Wen Xuan shook his head and said, "The gap in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too big, and it can't be made up by two inferior spiritual weapons." ”

The bad old man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, anyway, if you win the first place in the Instrument Peak, Su Zimo will also have the opportunity to choose a low-grade spirit weapon in the Spirit Weapon Pavilion." ”

The bad old man stood up and raised his voice: "The result of this Qifeng competition is obvious, Su Zimo, a disciple of Qifeng, won the first place!"

Many Qifeng disciples cheered loudly.

The bad old man said again: "Su Zimo, you come up and tell me what is the meaning of the action of removing the refining tripod just now." ”

"This ......" Su Zimo looked hesitant.

"It's okay, there is no order in cultivation, and those who reach it are teachers. Share your own experience and let everyone learn. The old man gave another word of encouragement.

Su Zimo walked to the bad old man and said in a low voice: "Master, my method may not be suitable for others. ”

In all fairness, this spirit gathering technique can only be practiced by Su Zimo, and others really can't learn it.

"It's okay, just say a few words. The old man persuaded again.

Su Zimo had no choice but to come to the front, facing the many disciples of Wufeng, and coughed lightly.

Inside and outside the main hall, many disciples suddenly pricked up their ears.

"Uh...... Removing the refining tripod is a habit of mine, and I feel that the success rate of gathering spirits will be greater. Su Zimo stiffened his head and said ambiguously.

Su Zimo didn't know that his casual words made many disciples remember them in their hearts.

Removing the refining tripod can increase the success rate of gathering spirits!

Seeing the light in the eyes of many disciples, Su Zimo hurriedly said: "The action of removing the refining tripod is very dangerous, so it's better not to try it." ”

This sentence was originally well-intentioned, but many disciples mistakenly thought that Su Zimo didn't want them to learn this method of gathering spirits, so they said this.

So, for a period of time after that, when the disciples of the sect were refining the weapon, they began to have accidents constantly, and the spirit gathering failed, and they were blown up half dead by the fragments of the spirit weapon......