When everyone heard Wu Cao like this, they were stunned for a while.

They all looked at the countless bubbles of consciousness in the void that were watching under the first ring.

Scanning every corner of the Black Tower of Sumeru from all angles and without dead ends.

Could it be that this is really the first seat of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Kun vein to be refined after the Sumeru Pagoda in the legend?

Wu Cao greeted everyone's eyes with a little suspicion, calm and calm.

On Hongqiao Square, everyone couldn't help but believe a little when they saw this.

It should indeed be a thing that Wu Cao imitated the Sword Emperor Dojo to refine, otherwise how could that mysterious machine be so stupid and take out such a treasure in front of everyone?

Most of the rest of the people slowly believed Wu Cao's words, but Feng Wudao, Lu Press, Fang Zhong, and Xu Bai were not fortunate enough to Wu Cao's words at all.

Wu Cao is their senior sister or junior sister, and they have been together for many years and know each other very well.

Wu Cao has always focused on cultivating and improving her cultivation to combat power, and she is not good at refining magic weapons at all, or she disdains to learn to refine magic weapons.

Because Wu Cao has always believed that any magic weapon is a foreign object, as long as it is strong enough.

Therefore, instead of spending time researching refining weapons, it is better to spend that time showing off and improving your cultivation.

Zhang Xuanji was attacked and fell on Mengyun Peak before, and someone appeared at that time, a black giant tower appeared, like the rumored Sword Emperor Dojo Sumeru Tower, and for this reason, the sect master was also alarmed.

Now Zhang Xuanji sacrificed the black pagoda, even if he didn't see the real thing through the consciousness bubble, but this thick and clear aura was absolutely extraordinary.

If it came from the hand of a certain refining master, it was an imitation of the Sword Emperor Dojo Sumeru Tower, then Feng Wudao and the others could barely accept and believe it.

But Wu Cao was refined by herself, and she could deceive the next person, but she couldn't deceive a few people who were familiar with Wu Cao.

Because Wu Cao is not good at refining weapons at all, he is only obsessed with improving his cultivation.

Feng Wudao, Lu Jian and the others are all human spirits, and when they heard Wu Cao like this at this moment, they all echoed it.

"Senior Sister Martial Arts, your refining technique is even more sophisticated!" Feng Wudao stared at Wu Cao, and said with a smile instead of a smile.

Jiang Yingqi said with a smile: "If this black tower is seen by people who don't know, I'm afraid that they will think that it is really Sumeru Tower that has reappeared in the world, which is enough to confuse the real with the fake!"

Lu Jian glanced at Xu Bai Fangzhong and the others, and said with a smile: "You two refining techniques are the most skillful, I think there seem to be traces of your techniques!"

Xu Bai Fangzhong looked at each other and smiled, and nodded one after another: "Senior Sister Wu has this idea, we just made a little suggestion!"

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In front of the Long Live Temple, several leaders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were smiling and discussing, tacitly acknowledging each other.

Below the Long Live Temple, everyone in Hongqiao Square looked at it for a while, and they all withdrew their gazes, and the shock or heat in their eyes was much weaker.

If it was only imitated by the first Wu Cao of the Kun Mai, it would not seem to be a problem to be able to resist Dai Zhuangzhuang's attack.

Moreover, the meaning between the lines of several other first seats, such as wind and road pressure, obviously also admits that this Sumeru Pagoda is an imitation of the Sumeru Pagoda.

After all, the dojo of the Long Live Sword Emperor in the legend only exists in the legend, and no one has ever seen the real thing, not even any pictures, only a little record in the ancient books.

Everyone has a different understanding of the same written record in ancient books.

So everyone's imaginary Sumeru Tower is different.

When Zhang Xuanji had just sacrificed the Black Tower of Sumeru, everyone subconsciously thought that it was the Sumeru Tower of the Sword Emperor Dojo.

Now the vast majority of people heard Wu Caofeng's words of forgiveness, and immediately believed their words.

Of course, there are a very small number of people who are skeptical, and there are also some people who would rather believe it than not believe it.

They had already secretly made up their minds in their hearts that they would definitely find an opportunity to take a good look at Zhang Xuanji's black tower in the future.

In the Supreme Secret Realm, Zhang Xuanji stood in the Zheng of the Black Tower of Sumeru

The Black Tower of Sumeru runs through the ground, standing majestically and motionless like a mountain.

All of Dai Zhuangzhuang's attacks disappeared directly when he approached the Sumeru Tower.

Dai Zhuangzhuang watched as his attack was blocked by Zhang Xuanji.

At this moment, the whole person was already stunned and looked sluggish.

Zhang Xuanji put away the Sumeru Tower, looked at the other party and said lightly: "Your attack is over?"

Dai Zhuangzhuang came back to his senses at this time, and looked at Zhang Xuanji with a face full of disbelief: "What was that black tower you just now?

Zhang Xuanji's expression was slightly solemn, after all, the Sumeru Tower was exposed to the eyes of the world, and it was a little dangerous for him.

Zhang Xuanji just said lightly: "Then you don't care, our gentleman has agreed as long as he can block the attack!"

"I'm just curious!"

Dai Zhuangzhuang spread his hands and said helplessly: "Although I don't want to admit it, I have lost!

At the same time as the words fell, Dai Zhuangzhuang directly chose the number of people.

"Ding!"

"Your challenger chooses to admit defeat, congratulations on your successful defense, double your points, and then until the third round of the challenge, please stay in the ring and recover with peace of mind, and it is forbidden to use any recovery pills!"

At the same time that this voice sounded in Zhang Xuanji's ears, Dai Zhuangzhuang in the ring was directly knocked out by an invisible force and fell under the ring.

Zhang Xuanji looked at Lin Xuanyue and Tang Huan in the audience, and nodded at each other with a smile.

Then he sat cross-legged and began to close his eyes and run the exercises, recovering the lost spiritual power.

Although he was a little injured when he was fighting against Dai Zhuangzhuang, fortunately it was not in the way, and he only needed a little pranayama to recover.

There is still some time left before the third round of the challenge of the third hour, which is enough to restore the cultivation.

Under the ring, Tang Huan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin also said with a shocked face: "I really didn't expect the junior brother to actually take the attack, but what is the magic weapon that the junior brother sacrificed?

"I haven't seen it either, I've never heard the machine mention it!"

Tang Huan frowned, and then looked at Lin Xuanyue: "Yueyue, do you know?"

Lin Xuanyue looked at Zhang Xuanji on the stage and shook her head gently.

"You don't know!"

Tang Huan frowned, vaguely guessed something, and bowed his head for a while.

She frowned slightly, and vaguely guessed that the black tower was the Sumeru Tower in the legend.

Tang Huan began to worry about Zhang Xuanji in his heart.

After all, treasures such as the Sumeru Tower are enough to cause chaos.

Even if Zhang Xuanji is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he will not escape the fate of being targeted by the world.

Even the fellow disciples and even the teachers of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are afraid that they will also have a covetous heart.

Lin Xuanyue thought of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Secret that Zhang Xuanji had told him at this moment.

Although there was no expression on his face, he obviously guessed something.

Long live the Sword Emperor