All the elders present looked at the suspended divine sword with uncontrollable envy in their eyes.
That is a mid-grade artifact!
It is enough to double the strength of a monk, and can even be used as a treasure to suppress some small sects!
The disciples were even more greedy to see it.
"Ahem!" Ye Feng coughed lightly.
In an instant.
Almost everyone's eyes turned away from the divine sword as if they had agreed.
The focus was on Ye Feng, who was still standing calmly.
If we say that when they made the bet just now, everyone looked down upon Ye Feng.
Now then.
When the middle-grade artifact truly exuded an unparalleled aura, the look turned into naked pity.
How can this compare?
Elder Ziyang has already revealed Wang Zha, what else can Ye Feng have in his hand?
Could he be able to conjure a high-grade artifact out of thin air?
As soon as this idea came up, everyone killed it by themselves. It is simply a fantasy!
"It's over, that kid is completely out of luck now."
"A mid-grade artifact... No matter how evil Ye Feng is, he can't possibly beat Elder Ziyang, who has been immersed in this art for hundreds of years, in refining it, right?"
"What does he use to practice? You can't squeeze one out of mud, right?"
"He has to pay the price."
Everyone has almost sentenced Ye Feng to death.
It felt like watching an ant vowing to bring down an elephant, but now, the elephant not only showed its tusks, but also wore a layer of divine armor!
This is no longer a question of whether we can win, but a question of how miserable Ye Feng will die.
The courage is commendable, the death is worthy, a tragedy that has been destined for a long time is about to end!
Boshunan stood outside the crowd, his eyes locked on the slightly thin figure on the stage.
His heart suddenly sank, sadness spread quietly, and his hands and feet became cold.
"Is it possible that Junior Brother Ye is going to die here today?"
Not far away, Lin Chen's palms were covered in cold sweat.
Ni Qingshui, who was next to Lin Chen, looked even more ugly.
He stretched his neck and looked at the stage, with only one thought in his mind: The old...the boss won't be abolished like this, right?
"Boy, it's your turn to perform now!" Elder Ziyang looked at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng cleared his throat with a harmless smile on his face.
"Elder Ziyang, my disciple Ye Feng has a heartfelt request."
Elder Ziyang raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Ye Feng with a somewhat condescending look.
"Oh? Tell me."
Ye Feng took a step forward, his back straight...lazy.
"Since it is a fair competition, the disciple believes that the refining materials used, and even the refining furnace, should be exactly the same as those used by you, elder, in order to be fair."
Purple Elder Yang was stunned when he heard this. He was a dignified elder of the Weapon Refining Sect and had been famous for a long time. If word got out that he had taken advantage of the materials and furnaces...
He snorted coldly in his heart. This kid's abacus was rattling and he wanted to use a provoking method.
No matter what, I’ll satisfy you.
Let you be convinced that you lost.
"Good boy, you are a little brave."
"I will rely on you, elder."
He does not want to have the reputation of being a bully who bullies the small and defeats them without using force.
"You can use this Geng Gold Flame Furnace, and I will prepare a copy of the same material for you."
Elder Ziyang's tone was calm and confident.
He waved his sleeves.
"Buzz——"
After a slight spatial fluctuation.
In the center of the martial arts stage, a pile of rare materials flashing with various auras appeared out of thin air.
Everything is a treasure that ordinary weapon refiners dream of.
Qu Buyuan, who was standing not far away, turned pale instantly when he saw this scene.
This scene is so similar.
He suddenly remembered the scene when he competed with Ye Feng at Zhuo Yezi's place...
Several elders returned to the martial arts viewing platform. Elder Ziyang was also invited to sit down on the martial arts viewing platform.
He picked up the spirit tea and took a sip. His eyes fell on Ye Feng in the audience with a little amusement.
Boy, let me see how you act next.
On the huge martial arts stage, only Ye Feng was left.
There is also the Gengjin Flame Furnace that exudes an ancient atmosphere.
And that pile of top-notch materials that can make any refiner crazy.
The surrounding noise gradually subsided.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the outer disciple whose green shirt was somewhat torn.
You can hear the needle drop.
The air freezes.
Everyone’s eyes included curiosity, doubt, expectation, and gloating.
Ye Feng looked at the Geng Gold Flame Furnace and the refining materials in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
His goal is very clear, the systematic mission, Chu Ling...
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cold body of the Geng Jin Flame Stove.
The fingertips felt the unique hard touch of metal, as well as the subtle bumps caused by the engraved runes.
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, and the spiritual power in his body began to operate.
He did not rush to light the fire, but slowly probed his consciousness into the Gengjin Flame Furnace.
He must first become familiar with the internal structure and characteristics of the Gengjin Flame Furnace on the ground floor.
This is a necessary step for an advanced weapon refiner.
On the martial arts viewing platform, Elder Ziyang frowned slightly.
This guy has some tricks up his sleeve.
It’s not that I don’t understand weapon refining at all.
However, based on this alone, it is still far from being able to control the Geng Jin Flame Furnace.
The Geng Jin Flame Furnace has its own space inside, and the furnace spirit is sleeping.
If you want to have complete control, you must have strong spiritual consciousness and spiritual power.
He can build six levels of foundation, which is ridiculous!
The wind blew by, causing Ye Feng's clothes to flutter.
Ye Feng still closed his eyes, his consciousness immersed in the world of the Geng Jin Flame Furnace.
He saw golden veins composed of runes, intertwined and flowing in the furnace, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
And deep in the heart of the furnace, there seems to be a sleeping golden flame, emitting amazing heat.
Is that the furnace spirit of the Geng Jin Flame Furnace?
Ye Feng's heart moved slightly.
At this moment.
The starlight flashed faintly on his hand.
A trace of extremely weak star power, but carrying supreme pressure, followed his fingertips and quietly seeped into the Geng Gold Flame Furnace.
"Buzz!"
The Geng Jin Flame Furnace suddenly let out a soft roar.
On the furnace body, the originally dim runes suddenly lit up with bright golden light.
A more vast and thick aura suddenly erupted.
Deep in the heart of the furnace, the sleeping golden flame began to beat violently, as if it had received some kind of summons.
On the martial arts viewing platform, Elder Ziyang’s expression suddenly changed.
"What's going on?"
He stood up suddenly and stared at the Geng Jin Flame Furnace on the martial arts stage, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The Geng Jin Flame Furnace actually... took the initiative to revive?
Moreover, this aura was a bit stronger than when he activated it himself.
How is this possible.
He has been refining weapons all his life and knows the characteristics of the Geng-Gold Flame Furnace very well, and he is well aware of the difficulty of controlling the Geng-Gold True Fire in this furnace.
Ordinary weapon refiners need to spend a lot of mental energy and careful guidance before they can barely use it. Have they ever seen such a scene? This flame seems to take the initiative to get closer!
Other elders were also alarmed by this sudden change, and they all turned their attention to the Geng Jin Flame Furnace, their faces filled with surprise and suspicion.