The Geng Gold Flame Furnace is simple and heavy, with golden light emitting from its entire body. The furnace body is engraved with complex flame patterns, exuding the sharp energy and blazing fire of Geng Gold.
Ye Feng had a casual smile on his face, without any trace of nervousness.
He cupped his hands and bowed slightly to Elder Ziyang.
"Elder Ziyang, disciple Ye Feng, today I have the honor to compete with my senior on the art of weapon refining."
"However, since it is a competition, there is always a winner or loser. Disciple is bold and wants to ask the elder, should there be an explanation for winning or losing?"
Elder Ziyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his long beard trembled slightly.
An unknown fire suddenly arose in his heart.
Where does this guy get his confidence?
A young outer disciple who has touched the weapon-refining furnace for six days dares to speak in front of him?
Does he think that weapon refining is like a child's play, where you can just squeeze some mud into it?
Elder Ziyang felt that his Nascent Soul was trembling slightly because of this kid's arrogance.
Don’t this kid know how to write the word "death"? Or do you think his Ziyang's temper is really just like the fire in the stove, only warming but not burning?
But after all, his identity was there, and he had the urge to immediately slap this ignorant boy away under pressure, maintaining the surface calm.
He smoothed the long beard under his chin, and his eyes fell on Ye Feng with a bit of scrutiny.
"Oh? An explanation?"
"Whatever explanation you want, just say it."
Elder Ziyang's voice was calm, with an imperceptible coldness.
Ye Feng’s smile remained the same.
"The disciple's idea is very simple."
"If the disciple is lucky enough to defeat the senior today..."
He paused and glanced at Elder Ziyang's slightly gloomy face.
"How about writing off the destruction of the Nine-Aperture Ziyang Furnace?"
"What if you lose?" Elder Ziyang's voice suddenly rose a little higher, with an oppressive momentum.
"If the younger generation is not good at learning and loses to the elders, they will naturally be inferior in skill and will be inferior." Ye Feng spread his hands and looked like he was letting himself be dealt with. "Whether it's compensation or punishment, whether it's steaming or boiling, it's up to you. Absolutely!"
These words sounded like he was putting himself in an extremely unfavorable situation, but there was a hint of frightening confidence, as if the possibility of "losing" was not even within his scope of consideration.
Hearing this, Elder Ziyang was extremely angry but smiled.
"Okay! You're welcome!"
This kid is not only arrogant, he is simply crazy to the point of no end.
Who does he think he is? Weapon refining wizard? A rare genius?
How can he defeat himself who has been immersed in this art for hundreds of years?
Idiot’s dream!
Elder Ziyang’s heart was boiling with anger.
"Boy, you underestimate me too much, and you think too highly of yourself!"
He suddenly waved his sleeves, and a hot air flow rolled through him, making Ye Feng's clothes rustle.
"If you are really lucky enough to defeat me, the matter of the Nine-Aperture Purple Sun Furnace will not only be written off!"
"I will give you this Geng Gold Flame Furnace! This furnace is a top-grade earth-level furnace, one grade higher than that Purple Sun Furnace, how about it?"
There was a roar in the crowd.
Geng Jin Flame Furnace!
A treasure furnace that is more precious than the Jiuqiao Ziyang furnace is actually used as a bet?
Elder Ziyang snorted coldly, and the conversation suddenly turned cold.
"But——"
"If you lose..."
He stared at Ye Feng, word by word.
"I don't want to punish you, nor do I want to steam you."
"I will personally throw you into this Geng Jin flame furnace!"
"Using the bones of your body that don't know the height of the sky as materials, I will use my true fire to regenerate, regenerate, refine, and transform you! Let's see what "treasures" can be made out of these bones of yours!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire martial arts arena fell into dead silence.
Putting a living person into a refining furnace for refining? This is the most cruel massacre!
Everyone was stunned by Elder Ziyang's ruthless bet. Their eyes looking at Ye Feng were full of sympathy, pity, and unspeakable fear.
This is no longer a bet, this is a matter of life and death!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Feng, wanting to see how he would react.
Are you scared to death, or will you immediately regret and beg for mercy?
However, it was beyond everyone’s expectation.
Not only did the smile on Ye Feng's face not disappear, but it became even brighter.
As if he had heard some great good news, he even gave Elder Ziyang a thumbs up.
"The elder is really happy!"
"That's it!"
"Gengjin Flame Furnace, um, not bad!"
At this time, even Elder Ziyang was stunned.
Is this kid... really not afraid of death, or is there really something wrong with his brain?
Elder Ling Xuzi, who had been sweating for Ye Feng, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
It’s over.
It’s completely over.
He felt that his heart had not only sunk to the bottom of the valley, but had also been stepped hard into the mud, and was buried three feet deep.
He seemed to have seen the miserable scene of Ye Feng being thrown into the Geng Jin Flame Furnace, wailing and struggling in the fire.
Everyone in the martial arts arena was stunned.
"Crazy, Ye Feng is definitely crazy! Are you risking your life?"
"The Geng Gold Flame Furnace is certainly a treasure, but you have to have your life to take it!"
"Why does he? Really think that he is a genius and can defeat Elder Ziyang in six days of refining weapons?"
"Elder Ziyang is really angry this time, Geng Gold Flame Furnace They have all been taken out. It seems that this kid must be put to death!"
"Now Tianji Sect is probably going to lose a... uh, daring disciple."
Lu Yuanqing, the leader of Tianji Sect, has been watching silently, not knowing what he is thinking.
Elder Sikong of Wanjian Sect squinted his eyes and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, seeming to be very interested in this bet.
On the martial arts stage, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Ye Feng turned around lazily and looked at Lu Yuanqing, who was already sitting on the martial arts viewing platform, with a customary curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Sect Master, let's discuss something."
"If this disciple is lucky enough to win against Elder Ziyang and compete with Wanjian Sect for the last spot, Can I let the disciples play with me?"
"Pfft-cough!"
Elder Sikong, who was sipping the spiritual tea, took a sip of tea and flowed back into the cup.
His sleeves covered the corners of his mouth, and a light flashed in his eyes, but that look seemed to be sizing up something rare.
The outer disciples built six floors of foundation. Challenge Ziyang? Do you want to compete with the elites of Wanjian Sect?
Lu Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.
Win? Ziyang's hometown is very good at refining weapons, how can you win?
If you can win, let alone try for a spot in this final competition, in this Tianji Sect, no one can stop you even if you walk sideways.
Lu Yuanqing took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Elder Sikong, "Elder Sikong, what do you think?"
Elder Sikong smiled like Maitreya Buddha: "It is a good thing for young people to be energetic. We, the Wanjian Sect, I'm happy to see it work out. No objection, not at all."
"Okay." Lu Yuanqing looked at Ye Feng, "In that case, I'll do what you said."
Ye Feng glanced at Chu Ling, his look was meaningful.