Everyone's eyes were fixed on the three long swords floating quietly in front of Ye Feng.
Mid-grade divine sword.
And it has three handles.
Elder Ziyang’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing stopped for a moment.
He subconsciously rubbed his storage ring, where the middle-grade divine sword he had just refined was placed.
Same materials, same furnace.
The results are worlds apart.
How is this possible?
He is a senior weapon refiner and has been immersed in this art for hundreds of years, but he was crushed by an outer disciple using the same resources?
Which kind of monster did this kid jump out of?
Elder Ziyang felt his cheeks burning, as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible slap. This was a hundred times more embarrassing than losing a bet.
Have all my years of experience in refining weapons been transferred to dogs?
Lu Yuanqing stood with his hands behind his back, his face seemed calm, but his slightly trembling cuffs revealed the turmoil in his heart.
His deep eyes were locked on Ye Feng.
Top grade concentration pill.
Now it is this shocking three swords.
Could this be the Qilinzi gifted by God to the Tianji Sect, an unparalleled prodigy who excels in alchemy and weapon refining? The corners of Lu Yuanqing's mouth twitched involuntarily, and the expectations in his heart for the future of Tianji Sect expanded several times in an instant, almost breaking through his chest.
This can no longer be described as a genius, this is simply someone sent by Heaven to revitalize the Tianji Sect!
Ling Xuzi wanted to say something, but all he could make was a strange sound of "ho ho" in his throat, and he couldn't hold back a single word for a long time.
Elder Sikong’s face was the ugliest, so gloomy that he could almost drip with water.
His eyes glanced back and forth between the three divine swords in front of Ye Feng and the dim Lingxiao Sword in Wu Buxiu's hand.
Every comparison was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.
An indescribable feeling of fear rose from the bottom of my heart and quickly spread to all my limbs.
Wu Buxiu’s face was ashen, and the hand holding the Lingxiao Sword could not help shaking.
Bai Shun'an stood in the crowd and felt that his mind was blank.
Junior brother...when did you become so good at refining weapons?
He rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm that he had seen correctly.
The fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by those three swords are guaranteed to be fake.
Lin Chen and Ni Qingshui were so excited that their faces turned red.
"Old...boss...mighty!"
Ni Qingshui stammered and shouted, his voice trembling.
Lin Chen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with fanatical admiration.
Senior Brother Ye is indeed omnipotent!
The surrounding Tianji Sect disciples had already recovered from their initial sluggishness and broke out into shocking discussions.
He lost his balance and was pushed to the ground by our outer disciples."
"Is this Ye Feng really from the outer disciples? Could it be some old monster in disguise?"
Ye Feng slowly stopped his power, a smile appeared on his lips, and he pointed at the three suspended swords.
"Elder Ziyang, the results of the competition should be obvious, right?"
The voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
Elder Ziyang took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling energy and blood, and his face turned blue and white.
He looked at Ye Feng with extremely complicated eyes.
Lost.
He was convinced of the defeat, but he was extremely aggrieved. His stove and materials were used to make wedding dresses for others.
He opened his mouth, but it eventually turned into a long sigh.
"I am willing to admit defeat, I... my skills are not as good as others."
Speaking these words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Lu Yuanqing’s eyes flashed and he announced loudly.
"In this weapon refining competition, Tianji Sect Ye Feng wins!"
"According to the bet..."
Elder Ziyang waved his hand: "I keep my word, take this Geng Gold Flame Furnace."
He felt like his heart was being cut.
The surrounding Tianji Sect disciples burst into loud cheers.
"Senior Brother Ye is awesome!"
"We won! We won!"
......
"Senior Brother Bai, Lin Chen, Ni Qingshui." Ye Feng shouted.
The three of them came over not knowing what Ye Feng was calling them for.
Bai Shun'an still had that steady and reliable attitude, Lin Chen followed behind, looking a little reserved, and Ni Qingshui trotted ahead.
"Boss, what's the matter?"
"It's no big deal, I just want to give you some benefits."
Ye Feng looked at Bai Shun'an, "Brother, this sword is called Qinglin, hold it for self-defense."
Ye Feng casually gave the Qinglin sword to Bai Shun'an.
Bai Shun'an subconsciously caught it, and the moment his palm touched the sword, he felt a majestic and gentle spiritual power.
Bai Shun'an's fingers rubbed the cold and delicate scales on the sword hilt, and the touch was extremely real.
He looked at this junior brother who always seemed a bit lazy and carefree, and an indescribable emotion surged in Bai Shun'an's heart.
"Lin Chen, this Feng Ming is suitable for you."
Lin Chen stared blankly at the divine sword in front of him, the red light reflecting on his pale face.
He is an outer disciple who rarely comes into contact with ordinary spiritual weapons. He is usually unknown in the alchemy room and is even bullied.
Own a spiritual sword? That was something he didn't even dare to dream about.
Now, a middle-grade divine sword is in front of him. Is it for him?
Lin Chen stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he almost didn't dare to touch the perfect sword body.
"Ye...Senior Brother Ye...this...this is too precious..."
His voice was trembling in disbelief.
"Take it. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, just use it to speak."
Lin Chen took a deep breath and took the Fengming Sword with trembling hands.
"Ni Qingshui."
"Hey! Boss! I'm here!"
Ye Feng curled his lips and threw the Tiger Roaring Sword casually.
"Yours, the Tiger Roaring Sword."
Ni Qingshui caught it in a hurry, and the heavy sword almost made him stagger.
A middle-grade divine sword?
Give it to me?
Ni Qingshui blinked, then blinked again.
He is just a handyman in the alchemy room! What he does on weekdays is just odd jobs and running errands. His biggest dream is to save enough spiritual stones to exchange for some low-level elixirs.
Now, he is holding a divine sword in his hand? Or a mid-grade divine sword?
This is simply more outrageous than pie in the sky!
A huge wave of surprise and disbelief instantly broke through his psychological defenses.
"Wow——"
Ni Qingshui couldn't bear it any longer, holding the Tiger Roaring Sword in his arms, tears falling down like broken beads, and he burst into tears in an instant.
While crying, he used his sleeves to wipe his tears and nose randomly.
"Boss..."
He choked and his voice was unclear.
「呜呜呜……老大你对我太好了……」
「我倪清水这辈子……下辈子……下下辈子都给你当牛做马……」
「呜呜……这剑……这剑也太好看了……就是有点沉……」
All the outer disciples' eyes were fixed on the gleaming divine swords in the hands of Bai Shunan, Lin Chen, and Ni Qingshui.
Mid-grade divine sword.
Ye Feng, just gave it away casually?
Still...three handles!
The crowd was like being thrown into a lake with boulders, and instantly exploded.
At this moment, a breath as dense as a mountain suddenly descended on the martial arts stage.
"Nonsense."
Bai Shunan, Lin Chen, and Ni Qingshui suddenly became nervous and quickly bowed and saluted.
"Meet the sect master!"