Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Bufan took out the booklet he bought from the merchant from his arms and looked inside.

When I turned to the introduction in front of the big man, I really confirmed in my heart that there was an intimate relationship between the big man and the royal woman.

"Wang Sen, the refiner of the Half King Realm, is a powerful contender for the championship in this refining conference. The weapons that are good at crafting are flying needle weapons. ”

Looking at the content introduced above, Zhuang Bufan made up his mind, it was the seed of his cactus flower, there was nothing wrong!

Zhuang Bufan pursed his lips tightly, and secretly said that there are many coincidences in this world!

He continued to watch, this bearded Wang Sen, using cordyceps as the material, plus Wu silkworm put it into the black jar.

At the same time, the seeds of his cactus flowers, which had long since blossomed and bore fruit, were thrown into this black jar.

Wang Sen urged it with spiritual power, ripened it with secret techniques, and pulled out all the needles of the cactus ball little by little.

It seems that it is to make a flying needle-type weapon.

This is the same as what is introduced in the booklet.

Zhuang Bufan tilted his head and looked at it seriously, thinking that he could still do this, which was a bit interesting.

He was a little interested, wanting to see what Qian Lao's face would look like?

In short, there was no loss in this transaction for him.

It's just that seeing the intensity of these two people dancing on this stage, when the time comes, if Wang Sen wins the championship, I don't know if Qian Lao will regret it?

This bit of bad taste was deliberately magnified in Zhuang Bufan's heart, covering his mouth and snickering.

Yan Liu on the side was puzzled, scratched his head and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhuang Bufan looked back, straightened his posture, and his face returned to normal, "It's nothing, I thought of something funny for a while, so I naturally laughed." ”

At this time, Wang Sen took out needles as thin as white hairs from the black jar.

He didn't use any stove, but put needles in his palm and tempered them with natal fire until he reached the form that Wang Sen had predicted.

This is the only one among these ten players.

Of course, this is not surprising, among these ten people, there are several people who have alchemy, which is different from ordinary people, or uses strange vehicles to refine weapons, or uses strange metal materials.

In short, the eight immortals cross the sea to show their abilities!

Another person, however, attracted everyone's attention, this one named Mo Wuchang, with his head hidden in a black hat, and a mask on his face, so that people could not see his appearance.

At this moment, a big knife appeared in his hand, the material was excellent, even if it was this knife, if it was placed here alone, it was a spirit treasure-level weapon.

Of course, after refining for a long time, Ruomo Impermanence still only created a Lingbao weapon.

Without the referee's words, the other refiners eliminated him.

This point has been checked long before the players enter the field, and the materials used to make their weapons have been checked.

At the very least, in the refining conference of the Half-King Realm, you can bring a spirit treasure weapon below the middle grade.

Mo Wuchang put some metal materials in the furnace, and then, looking at the knife, there were words in his mouth.

A black stone tablet emerged from his body.

As soon as this baby came out, it made people sigh.

It looks like it's the natal magic weapon of ink impermanence!

He is only a martial artist in the half-king realm, and he actually has his own natal magic weapon, and it seems that like Zhuang Bufan, he chose to integrate the weapon into his body first.

In this way, when he reaches the Martial King realm, the natal weapon in his body will be even more powerful.

This caused everyone to marvel and cheer for Mo Wu's hand!

However, Zhuang Bufan saw this scene, biting his lip tightly, revealing puzzlement, looking at this black stele, how could it be so similar to the black stele in the palm of his hand?

However, the night owl deadwood said, "It's just an image, it's not as powerful as our stone tablet, and there can be a space to exist." ”

Zhuang Bufan nodded, naturally knowing that in this world, there would inevitably be similar things, which was nothing.

He continued to watch, wanting to know what this man named Mo Wuchang wanted to do when he took out this black stone tablet.

I saw him sticking the big knife to the base of the stone tablet, and he was chanting a spell in his mouth, and wisps of black smoke rose from the black stone tablet, wrapping around the big knife's body.

And the big knife, after being impregnated by this wisp of black smoke, seems to have changed something.

It is so subtle that ordinary monks don't know what is going on unless they use their divine sense to probe carefully.

However, the children of the royal family who were watching this refining conference on the other side were shocked when they saw this scene!

One of them stood up, shocked and unable to believe what he was seeing.

Immediately afterward, another group of soldiers appeared in front of him, obeyed his orders, and came to the round platform of the refining conference.

A general wearing black armor, whose strength has reached the realm of the Martial King, directly attacked Mo Wuchang.

This scene is really strange!

It stands to reason that this is a game that no one can stop.

However, this order is from the children of the royal family, and it is really amazing!

Everyone outside the arena whispered, wanting to know what had happened.

Mo Wuchang was also stunned, he didn't expect that he was going to build a weapon and win the championship in one fell swoop!

And that's what happened!

He shouted, "What's the matter? I'm refining weapons here, what are you going to do here?"

Among them, the general who took the lead showed disdain on his face, and said to Mo Wuchang, "You have something to do with a recent incident at the border gate, come with me first, and then make plans when the investigation is clear." ”

Mo Wuchang's eyes widened, "What, why do you want me to go with you, I'll leave!"

"Why? I can catch you. ”

Zhang Ruochen, the general with a square face, clasped his hands together and smiled at Mo Wuchang, "Just rely on the fist in my hand." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen grabbed him.

Mo Wuchang naturally refused to be captured easily, besides, he didn't make any mistakes, why this happened, he couldn't figure it out.

Obviously, he came to Yan King City just to make a splash in the refining conference and let the world know his impermanent alchemy.

But unexpectedly, such a thing happened.

The two of them were on the stage, regardless of the dissuasion of others, you hit me and I struck, and the round platform was used as a battlefield.

Mo Wuchang is a monk in the half-king realm, but he has the strength of the martial king realm, and he can fight with Zhang Ruochen, and he is still not weak.

Fortunately, this round platform is sturdy, and there is also a formation to protect it, otherwise, these two people would have started fighting without saying a word, and they would have beaten this place into ruins.

At this moment, angry shouts were heard from afar, stopping the battle.

This person is the organizer of this refining conference, the president of the refiner union of Yan Kingdom, Fang Ju.

Its strength has reached the Martial King Dacheng, and the two people who are fighting on the round platform are like children in front of him.

On the other side, General Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and sulked, thinking that his cultivation in the Martial King Realm would be easy to take down Mo Wuchang.

Unexpectedly, the latter's strength was on par with him, which made him lose his old face.

(End of chapter)