"The competition between the immortal sects is over!'Nanmo Family-Mo Fang' is overpowering! May I ask which newcomer in the audience still wants to challenge?"

The last incense-making competition broke up unhappily, and there was no result. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Fortunately, this contest of tricks was unique, and it finally brought back the warm atmosphere of the Immortal Dao Conference.

"Look at the mecha wooden kite he made, except that it is smaller than the mount of the head of the Beimo family, what else is not as good as it? ”

Hearing this, Li Bing recalled the so-called "mount of the head of the Beimo family". At the beginning of the Immortal Dao Conference, there was indeed a head who descended from the sky on a huge mechanism bird.

"For so many years, the Nanmo family has been pressed by the Beimo family and can't hold their heads up, but this time they finally won. I don't know who this 'ink fang' is who is the teacher of the Nanmo family. In recent years, I haven't heard of a master of the Nanmo family. ”

Even though Li Bing knew the origin of the two families, he couldn't tell the difference. Thinking of the Mo family he knew, he only met the three Mo brothers in Shuzhong, and they ...... It seems to be the Nanmo family.

(Ink-dyed River, Ink-dyed River, Ink-dyed Lake, see Chapter 19 of Volume 1)

After the master of ceremonies finished the inquiry according to the regulations, no newcomers came on stage to challenge. After the ink fang hugged his fist, he waved his arm lightly. The mecha wooden kite flapped its wings, walked up to him, and squatted down. The mechanism on its short ankle touched, and the whole body of the wooden kite fell to the ground, a little shorter.

Mo Fang held the neck of the wooden kite with his left hand, stepped it in a dashing way, rode on its back, and snapped his fingers lightly, the wooden kite slowly got up, flapped its wings and flew away.

This set of elegant movements made even Li Bing envious.

At this time, the face of the head of the Beimo family was ugly. The two Mo families in the south and the north were not equal in terms of strength, but as soon as this happened, the South Mo family defeated the North Mo family, and I don't know who will be invited to the Immortal Dao Conference next year. ”

Li Bing listened to the voice, and was also curious about how the head of the Beimo family would react when he encountered this. looked at the stage, but the head of the Beimo family didn't see it, but his vision was completely blocked by a red-clothed head who had just sat down.

I didn't notice when the head of the house left. Isn't he the "Qian Yushu, the head of the Ghost Valley", who had a conversation with the Luojing garrison on the West Peak before?

Li Bing and Qian Yushu had a face-to-face meeting, and they always felt that Ling Ling's attitude towards this head was very different.

"Boom!"

Another earth-shattering gong sounded.

"The forging contest starts now. ”

In addition to the ore on the table, five sets of forging furnaces were brought up one by one: "golden hammer, firewood, water tank, furnace, clay mold, bellows, and thunder file." This set is the seven tools used in forging, which not only includes all the processes of forging, but also covers the "Seven Heavens and Heavens". In this way, the process of forging seems to have become a process of the integration of heaven and earth.

Five sets of utensils went to the podium, and the newlyweds followed behind. But it was clear that there were only five sets of forging furnaces that were brought up, but at this moment there were six high-ranking disciples standing on the stage.

The other five people were still packing up their utensils, and the sixth person had already stepped forward:

"In the lower 'Changzhi Fang' inner disciple, Anton Jin. It's ugly. ”

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the five people who were still buried in packing up their utensils, and smiled contemptuously. With a wave of his right hand, several pieces of ore on the desk flew into the air and crossed in front of him.

Changzhifang? So familiar, where have you heard of it? Yes, isn't the young sect master of the outer gate of Changzhifang who robbed his "yellow coat - Antonye"?

On the stage, Anton Jin rolled up the sleeve of his right arm with his left hand, and the corners of his mouth were even higher. That smile is not only self-confidence, but also the arrogance of the newcomers.

"Boom!"

Without warning, a red flame suddenly erupted from his right hand, wrapping the entire piece of ore suspended in the air, and the surface of the ore instantly turned red.

"Wow! That's the Fire Spirit Seed!"

Among the newcomers, a few knowledgeable people recognized the fire and had already cried out. Other people who don't know how to do it, listening to others screaming, also understand how powerful this person is.

"What's that?" Li Bing had been lonely and unheard, so he had to ask for help again.

"The so-called fire spirit is actually a pure aura condensed in heaven and earth. After these heaven and earth auras were found, they fused with the human body in a certain way, and they became 'parasitic fire spirit seeds'. This flame absorbs the aura of the human and slowly grows, and the host can also influence the power of the fire spirit, in fact, it is just a symbiotic relationship. ”

"Wow. So, this fire spirit species is very powerful?"

Ling Ling shook his head: "It's not powerful, it's not necessarily." First of all, we have to look at what the origin of the fire spirit seed is, and we also have to look at the cultivation of the person who is symbiotic. The fire spirit alone is just rare, and it doesn't have much use. What's more, the flame of the person in the stands is also in average condition. Not good. ”

"I see. Even if it's average, it's very good. Pure heaven and earth aura?What is that?" Li Bing looked at the chic hand of the person on the stage, and he was also moved.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it. However, the book says that the pure aura of heaven and earth is actually the origin of the 'spirit race', but it has not yet been conceived into life by heaven and earth. ”

Isn't that what the Spirit Clan is? I don't know if I can fuse it. Li Bing thought about it, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, shaking his head again and again.

But it was said that "Anton Jin" calcined the ore for a while. The ore is getting softer and the surface is getting redder. "Snort" twice, and a puff of green smoke came out.

The ore continued to be burned by the strange fire, and the surrounding air had begun to distort due to the high temperature, and Li Bing's vision became crooked, and he could no longer see the person's appearance clearly.

When the ore completely melted and turned into a liquid iron ball suspended in the air, Anton Jin seemed to be a little exhausted. His head was sweating slightly, and seeing that the time was ripe, he pushed out a stream of true qi with both hands, wrapping around the molten iron.

Anton Jin turned his hands up and down, and his true qi wrapped the molten iron tighter and tighter, gradually shaping it. The beads of sweat on his head became more and more, the molten iron became more and more flattened, and the shell of his true qi became more and more like a scimitar.

Suddenly, he raised his hands, the true qi shell dissipated, and the molten iron that had been formed suddenly rose three feet, levitating higher than the top of his head.

An Dongjin aimed his left hand at the molten iron that had been formed, "簌~!" A stream of true qi erupted from his palm and hit the molten iron. The molten iron slowly condenses, and its bright red color gradually turns to a dark gray.

"Is that the Ice True Qi?"

"No! It's the water spirit seed! It's the water spirit seed! He has two 'spirit seeds' at the same time!"

The audience was full of discussions, and the sound of vaporization on the hot iron was instantly drowned out.

Anton Jin looked at the iron knife basically formed, and bowed slightly with satisfaction. He was so exhausted at the moment that he couldn't bother to taunt the other five who hadn't started yet.

When the iron knife was almost all cool, he changed his right hand and reheated it, and the blade gradually became red and shiny again.

He carefully looked at all directions of the blade, especially the blade, which seemed to be good, and stretched out the palm of his left hand to aim at the blade, but he didn't move for a long time.

Li Bing, who has watched Anzi forge a few times, knows that this moment is the most important quenching.

Anton Jin seems to have no bottom in his heart and has been preparing. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth violently, and the water spirit qi in his palm surged out. The bright red iron knife cooled instantly, and a layer of shining light condensed on the surface.

Anton Jin exhaled sharply, looked at the completed blade, and re-revealed a proud smile. He reached out and grabbed the scimitar dangling in mid-air, swinging it in front of him.

"Buzz~!"

A beep that pierced the air was exceptionally clear.

"Retire!"

"Retire!"

It was just a knife, and the other five people on the stage all whispered their withdrawals.

The master of ceremonies seemed to have already guessed the result, and he didn't confirm it with the five people again, and announced loudly: "The forging competition between the immortal sects is over!"

"Retirement?!" Li Bingwei heard the voice on the stage, and was announced by the master of ceremonies, and was secretly shocked: How powerful is this person's forging? Can he scare the other five people away? "Changzhifang" It seems that there are indeed two brushes. No wonder that "yellow coat", just a young sect master of the outer sect can have so many people to support him. Walking the fairy road, if you want a divine weapon, you don't have to rely on him for a long time?

The audience applauded thunderously, and Li Bing also felt that Anton Jin was really powerful, and cheered. The applause lasted for a long time before it faded down.

"Changzhifang, won the forging competition for three consecutive years. May I ask which newcomer in the audience still wants to challenge?"

The master of ceremonies was just a routine inquiry, and there seemed to be no intention of waiting at all. He continued: "Next ......"

Suddenly, his words were interrupted, and a young voice rang out from the thirty side seats of the podium:

"......Wait! I...... Can you try it?"