Sword Master Ling Tian

"Everyone, I was here to participate in the Golden Body Ceremony of Senior Bing Xin, and now I have seen Guizong Xin Ziang's art of refining weapons. It is an eye-opener. But for the remaining disciples, I don't think I need to compete. Waiting, it is nothing more than a waste of time, it is better to leave the time to Senior Bing Xin, wouldn't it be better!" A fifth-class sect's Patriarch stood up and said.

He turned to Ling Tian's figure, his eyes filled with impatience.

"That's right, this kid is arrogantly saying that he wants to recast the Blue Thunder Sword. I think he is sensationalizing and delaying time."

"Although this kid's fire grade is not low, but now he is only smelting at an amazing speed. I don't know how to refine weapons at all. I should directly determine that Qianlianfeng has failed!"

"Disciple Qian Lianfeng, should bear the consequences of the failure of the challenge."

For a while, the hall was full of dissatisfaction with Ling Tian. Even the eyes that looked at Ling Tian were full of contempt.

Nowadays, Xin Ziang's outstanding refinement skills have already made them pay more attention to them, and of course they will support Jin Yunfeng's line up side by side.

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"Sect Master! Since everyone agrees that this competition, I don't think there is any need to proceed. Please order the Sect Master to determine that Qianlian Peak is defeated!"

Zhong Changkong stood up and said at the right time when the sound was at its peak.

Bai Feiyun sat on the high platform, looking at Ling Tian, ​​there was no sorrow or joy in his eyes.

However, in the end, his eyes flickered, he sighed slightly, and he was about to speak.

"Wait!"

At this time, a crisp voice with a touch of majesty sounded in the front row of the main hall, and then a figure like a living fairy stood up, leaning slightly to Bai Yunfei and Leng Hanbing, speaking lightly.

"Sect Master Bai, Senior Bing Xin, the time for this competition is two hours, and the time has not yet arrived. If the competition is terminated here, the reputation of the Ziyun Sect will definitely be damaged. Isn’t it possible that the huge Ziyun Sect can’t take half an hour? ?"

The voice fell, and everyone above the hall suddenly fell silent.

Looking at the white figure in unison, their mouths swelled and their faces were full of unbelief.

In the area of ​​the Qin Mansion, Qin Shaoyang looked excited, looked at the figure standing on his side, couldn't help but whispered in praise: "Awesome my sister!"

But the most surprised was Palace Lord Qin Hai on the other side of Qin Mingyue's City Lord's Mansion.

From the time his daughter suddenly asked himself for the best materials, and now he stood up to speak, he finally determined that Ling Tian was what his daughter was doing!

This is strange. He knows his daughter very well. Although he does not say that the eyes are higher than the top, but he is dismissive of many Tianjiao, but now, he has repeatedly thought about Ling Tian.

Uncontrollably, his mind suddenly flashed the image of the mang mountain a month ago.

Could it be...

Although guessing in his mind, Qin Hai immediately stood up and blocked all eyes for his daughter, standing with his hands behind him, with great prestige.

"That's right. Sect Master Bai, I think that if we interrupt this Lingtian refining tool now, it will definitely make Qian Lianfeng disciples dissatisfied. This competition will also be destined to be left behind. It would be better to wait another half an hour. What's wrong? For half an hour, for me, it's just a snap..."

Qin Hai is the representative of the court of the Southern Tang Dynasty in Lingnan, controlling all the sects and families in Lingnan, and the city lord’s mansion has three golden statues. His words are comparable to all the guests present.

Hearing this, Zhong Changkong and others in Jin Yunfeng's line also looked at each other, not understanding why at this juncture, the city lord's mansion would stand up and speak for the extremely declining Qianlianfeng.

Both the master of Tianshuimen and the master of Liyan Pavilion also looked at each other. Du Xuan and Du Qian were also surprised.

Sect Master Bai Feiyun’s face changed. He looked at the Leng Bingxin beside him, and saw that the latter also nodded slightly. Then he said with a clear cough, “Palace Master Qin and Ms. Qin are reasonable. My Ziyun Sect will naturally deal with it impartially. In that case, the competition will continue, and I will wait for the first half an hour and see you later!"

"Humph!"

Zhong Changkong snorted coldly, and a gloomy color flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to say anything with Qin Hai and Bai Feiyun's opinions.

As time passed, Ling Tian finally finished smelting. He took out the crude embryo and smashed it with the clanging frantic hammer of the forging hammer. Compared with the rapid speed of Xin Ziang's hammer method, Ling Tian's speed was not extremely fast, but The hammer shadow is pervasive, the rhythm is always the same, dense and long, and exceptionally graceful.

As the hammering continued to forge, the prototype of the blade became clearer.

But no matter how Ling Tian hammered it, the sword embryo only showed two colors of blue and purple, and there was nothing extraordinary on the surface. It was even slightly inferior in momentum compared to ordinary middle-grade profound tools.

And such a forging was completed after only a quarter of an hour. After that, Ling Tian began to burn the sword madly with two five thunder fires, and began the final scorching.

Time passed bit by bit. Seeing that the time of two hours was about to reach the limit, Ling Tian didn't move on the contrary.

"Hey, our patience was wasted again, Ling Tian, ​​he is playing on us!" Zhuo Hao couldn't help but mutter.

Du Fei stood with his hand holding his hand, and his heart was determined at this time, "The clown is a clown, he is a sword slave who makes ordinary iron, and he has to talk about it. This time, we have lost all the faces of our Ziyun Sect!"

In his heart, Du Fei was already excited to the extreme, and he was already determined to pay attention that if Ling Tian really quit the Ziyun Sect, then he would have countless ways to torture Ling Tian, ​​and his blood feud would be avenged!

On Liu Qianlian's side, Lin Yanyan and the others were also biting their lip, and they all raised their throats.

"Sect Master, there is not much time left. It is absolutely impossible for this fanatic to refine a sword weapon comparable to the Qingfeng Sword. In view of the rampant speech of this son, which damages the majesty of the Ziyun School, please suppress the rebellion after the test time is over. Sin!" Although the competition could not be ended early, Zhong Changkong did not let go of any chance of suppression. This time he completely aimed at Ling Tian.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the huge Ziyun Sect would actually stand up against a disciple of the Nine-fold Cui Ti, and fight for his master. Isn't this kind of spirit worthy of praise? Or, if one day, your Ziyun Sect will face this. Given the situation, you can't directly surrender Jinyun Summit?" Many guests from the sect family did not speak, but it was Qin Mingyue who spoke again.

Now, even people who are blind can see that the City Lord's Mansion is completely standing in the line of Qianlian Peak this time.

"You! You girl is stern, don't you really think that waste can..."

Zhong Changkong glared at Qin Mingyue and was about to refute, but suddenly realized that the guests in the hall who had originally looked at him suddenly changed their faces, and the atmosphere suddenly calmed down strangely, and their eyes went directly over him, looking towards him. Behind.

Inexplicably sinking in his heart, Zhong Changkong suddenly felt that the heat of the five thunder fire behind him did not know when, but disappeared!

Slowly turning around, Zhong Changkong found that Ling Tian didn’t know when, and actually stopped the burning sword. The whole person seemed to wake up in concentration, with a sense of confidence, and the green in front of him The purple blade also gradually moved from the inside to the outside, exuding bursts of awe-inspiring aura, billowing like a tide, getting stronger and stronger!

"Crack!"

There was a sudden explosion, and the blue and purple sword blade in front of Ling Tian suddenly burst into sharp thunder light, intertwined, the sharp air seemed to burst the air, while the electric light was wandering, nearby guests All seemed to feel the numbness on the skin.

"The blue thunderbolt is surrounded by lightning, and the sword is formed. Anyway, this blue thunder sword should have been successfully recast by him!"

Tengchong couldn't help whispering a word, and then he sucked in a word of weather, and looked at the master of Tianshui Gate next to him, all in shock.