The third-level array mage, plus Yang Fan is still a refiner, and Yang Fan has the cultivation of the refining period before he is four hundred years old, this kind of talent, even in the tenth-level force, it is also the existence of an inner disciple.

Just rushing to these, Jin Sihan felt that Yang Fan was proud enough.

Hiss!

Everyone felt that they had encountered a monster, and they didn't know why Yang Fan was so young and powerful.

Click!

At this moment, the stone statues in armor in the passage took another step, and everyone was shocked to find that half an hour had passed.

And Yang Fan's refining has reached the final stage of formation.

Yang Fan's eyes widened, carefully pinching the shape of the weapon in his heart, and slowly, four metal pipes about thirty or forty centimeters long appeared, but there was an iron chain at one end of two of the metal pipes, and one end of the iron chain was connected to the other two metal pipes.

"Hey, that's weird! What kind of weapon is this, how come I've never seen one?"

A disciple of the Liangyi Pavilion beside the crown prince Takeshi Kaneshiro wondered.

"Why are there four metal pipes? And they're connected by iron chains, how do you use that?"

One of the Treasure Pavilion disciples of the Third Prince's Golden Jade Hall was puzzled.

After another ten minutes, Yang Fan finally finished refining the magic weapon.

Yang Fan withdrew the Void Devouring Flame, and two weapons that were strange to the monks of the Five Origin Continent appeared in Yang Fan's hands.

"What the hell is this weapon?"

Another monk asked, Yang Fan smiled knowingly, but did not answer.

The fifth prince, Jin Wenbin, frowned, although he could see that the magic weapon that Yang Fan had refined was a fifth-order, but he couldn't tell what kind of weapon it was.

If there are earthlings here, they must recognize it.

Yes, what Yang Fan refines is a nunchuck, and there are two, and this kind of nunchucks can also be spliced together to become four nunchucks or three-hunchucks.

"Ning Caichen, what kind of weapon are you refining, why is it so strange?"

Jin Sihan snatched the nunchuck and waved it indiscriminately.

It's just that Jin Sihan has never seen a nunchuck, and he doesn't know how to use a nunchuck, and in less than a few seconds, Jin Sihan was beaten by himself and his whole body hurt.

"Phew! What kind of magic weapon is this, it is not something that people can use at all. ”

Jin Sihan stuffed the nunchuck back, and his hands couldn't help but pinch the place where he was hit.

"Yes, even the Ninth Princess hit herself, and this weapon can't be used at all. ”

"Sure enough, I thought it was a king, but it turned out to be bronze, and the weapons refined couldn't be used, and I began to suspect that this person's refiner grade was fake. ”

"I'll bet on a medium-grade spirit stone, this guy named Ning Caichen, I'm afraid I won't use it myself. ”

For a while, everyone's ridicule chattered, although Jin Wenbin's face was ugly, but the facts were in front of him, and he didn't know what to do.

Yang Fan snorted coldly and said.

"A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, stare at your dog's eyes and see clearly, this is called nunchuck!"

Then, Yang Fan quickly swung his nunchuck in the eyes of everyone.

I saw Yang Fan swinging the nunchuck quickly with his right hand, and the metal pipe danced in the air, causing a shock in the air and exploding.

Immediately after that, Yang Fan's speed became faster and faster, and at the same time, he also switched his hand from time to time.

While waving your right hand behind your shoulder, reach behind your back with your left hand and quickly catch the metal pipe at the other end. The moment the left hand catches it, the left hand immediately dances in front of it, then immediately swings it behind its back, grabs it with the right hand, dances in front of it with the right hand, and so on.

Because of the speed, the monks with low strength only saw the afterimage of the nunchuck, and did not know where the nunchuck's entity was.

"This..."

Some of the monks who still wanted to see Yang Fan's jokes widened their eyes in disbelief.

Jin Sihan's small mouth was wide open, his small hands covered his mouth, and he was speechless.

"Like, it's amazing!"

Jin Sihan regretted returning the nunchucks to Yang Fan.

Just when everyone was surprised that Yang Fan was swinging the nunchuck like a cool man, a person's voice suddenly sounded.

"After watching it for a long time, it's just a showcase, and it doesn't necessarily have much power. It's simply demeaning the profession of alchemist. ”

Swish!

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at it, only to see that beside the crown prince Takeshi Kaneshiro, the monk dressed as a male Taoist priest was enveloped by everyone's gaze, obviously what he said just now.

Yang Fan looked at it and was stunned in an instant.

This person is Zhang Zhengping, a distant relative of Uncle Takeshi Kaneshiro, and next to him, there is also his younger sister Wen Tianxin.

Unlike Zhang Qiwen, the two Taoist priests were only wearing Taoist robes, and there was no dust in their hands, and some were just props used by the rune master to assist in applying runes.

"You mean, you're strong?"

Yang Fan asked rhetorically.

Zhang Zhengping's realm is almost the same as Yang Fan's at this time, so Zhang Zhengping can't get used to Yang Fan's showmanship.

If Zhang Zhengping knew that Yang Fan's true realm was in the middle stage of the merger, and he had a strength comparable to the Mahayana period, I don't know if he would be scared to death.

"Of course!"

Zhang Zhengping looked arrogant.

"Then, please!"

Yang Fan came to the entrance of the passage and made a gesture of please.

When Zhang Zhengping heard this, his body froze, although he was conceited, but the first time he came to the imperial tomb, he could also see the horror of the armor and stone statues, at this moment, he was a little afraid.

"Could it be that the disciples of the dignified sect are actually afraid of the stone statues?"

Yang Fan saw the cowardice in Zhang Zhengping's heart at a glance.

"Who... Who said that!"

As soon as he heard Yang Fan say the door, Zhang Zhengping suddenly became nervous, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

If he didn't dare to accept the challenge because of timidity, and this matter spread out, although he would not be expelled from the Dao Sect with the care of Zhang Qiwen, a distant elder, he would be demoted to a miscellaneous disciple. And it will be ridiculed by the people in the Daomen.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid!"

At this time, Wen Tianxin handed over a spear.

Yang Fan was surprised, and he could see at a glance that this was a magic weapon of no low grade.

As if thinking of something, he turned his head to look, and saw that behind the crown prince Jincheng Takeshi, three of the seven disciples of the Liangyi Pavilion were sitting cross-legged on the ground, refining magic weapons, looking at the techniques they were familiar with, at least they were also six-rank refiners.

"It's no wonder that you can refine a good magic weapon so quickly. ”

Yang Fan muttered.

As Zhang Zhengping stepped into the passage, Yang Fan smiled knowingly and said provocatively.

"Is it me or you first?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Zhengping snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with both feet, and his body exploded like a cannonball, answering Yang Fan with action. Zhang Zhengping was very fast, and he came to the armored stone statue in the blink of an eye.

Just when Zhang Zhengping was about to stab out the spear with both hands, the armored stone statue actually retracted the foot he had just taken and blasted towards Zhang Zhengping first.

The armor statue was very fast, and as soon as he grasped the spear head, the sharp spear head only left a few shallow scratches on the armor statue's hand.

"What ?!!"

Zhang Zhengping couldn't believe it, but before he could make the next move, the armored stone statue came with a fist in his left hand!