dmims Chapter 124
Chapter 124
What did he pretend?
The invigilator elder was a little aggrieved, and Chuanyin asked someone to inquire about it before he knew the cause of the matter.
Fu Li is the treasure of the Zhenzong Sect of this sect, and his status is much higher than him, and he is not good to say anything, silently ignoring this matter and not mentioning it.
Changming Zhenjun did not hold on to this matter, anyway, it was not their sect disciples who suffered losses.
A good spirit weapon wants to exert its power to the extreme.
It's not that the materials are precious, it's not how superb the refining technology is, and it's not how gorgeous the appearance is.
In Ye Lang's view, the most important thing for a good spirit sword is to resonate with the swordsman.
The attributes are compatible, and the spleen is similar.
He always believed that the sword has a soul, and always believed that the sword that conforms to his heart is a good sword.
The first sword gesture he comprehended was the meteor sword pose, scattered like a shooting star, gathered like a river of stars, brilliant and brilliant life, willing to cut through the lonely river of time with the most gorgeous sword, leaving the most dazzling brilliance, remembered in his heart.
Ye Lang gradually immersed himself in the sword intent, and his momentum continued to soar.
The invigilator elder had no intention of seeing this scene and exclaimed: "Changming, your disciple has an epiphany!"
"Shut up, you don't have to say it." Changming Zhenjun pinched his hands and laid an enchantment around Ye Lang, protecting Ye Lang.
At this time, Fu Li brought all the disciples over, and when he saw this scene, he said in a calm tone: "Congratulations to Changming Daojun, your sect has produced a refining genius.
Changming Zhenjun said with a smile: "To your blessing, I will say that your mouth has been opened, you said that Ye Lang, a disciple of my sect, can win the first place, and he really has the opportunity to win the first place."
"It's still your good eye, I just thought that Ye Lang's refining technique was slightly better than those named disciples of yours, but I didn't expect it to be so much better."
Fu Li's face changed slightly, and he almost couldn't help but run away.
Live room.
[Hahahahaha, mouth replacement. 】
【Mouth replacement +1
】【I really want Changming Zhenjun's mouth.】 】
【Changming Zhenjun's inner OS: Grandma drop, my disciples really give me a long face, hang all the waste firewood from home. 】
【Fu Li's face is so bad, hahahaha. 【
Fu Li: What should I do if I encounter a poisonous tongue? Wait online, quite anxious. 】
......
This sword qi lingered around Ye Lang, and a light descended from heaven and earth to cover him.
The vision that appeared here focused almost all eyes on him.
Major group chats, video websites, and videos about Ye Lang have been flooded.
Ye Lang's votes were far ahead of the others.
Outside the crowd.
On Meng Yao's flying sword.
Meng Xin sat on the edge of the back of the knife, swayed his feet, and said with a grin: "Sister Yao, Ye Lang is famous now, he should be worthy of you, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm married." Meng Yao stood on the flying sword with his hand in his hand, looking at Ye Lang from a distance, his tone was indifferent, but his thoughts were very complicated.
Back then, when Red Flame Valley saw it, she suspected that Ye Lang was a spy from another family and searched for his soul.
After searching for the soul, it was found that he was just an ordinary disciple.
Later, she erased Ye Lang's memory of her and made him a medium servant out of compensation.
Later, grandfather noticed her behavior and tricked Ye Lang into going to Heitie Ridge, intending to let him die unexpectedly, but fortunately, Meng Xin rushed to help him get through the difficulties, and later helped him become a disciple of the outer sect.
After becoming a disciple of the outer sect, Ye Lang's cultivation has improved a lot, and in addition to his own efforts, he also has opportunities to bless.
In just over a year now, he has actually become an intermediate alchemist, and he is a genius alchemist who can resonate with heaven and earth.
It's hard to tell when people meet.
She didn't expect that a small disciple would improve so much.
She did not regret what happened at the beginning, and she did not have any more thoughts about Ye Lang himself.
I may have felt a little guilty before, but now I just feel that I don't owe each other.
I just wish each of them well.
Meng Yao thought of this, her mind was clear, her state of mind was steadily improved, and she seemed to have touched the barrier of the late stage of Jindan.
"Xinxin, I'm going back to the sect retreat, I'll send you to Changming Zhenjun."
"What? Sister Yao, are you going to advance again? "
Hmm."
Meng Yao sent Meng Xin to Changming Zhenjun's side, and the voice said to Changming Zhenjun, and turned to leave.
This time, she will close the pass, go all out to impact the Yuan Infant realm, and swear not to leave the Yuan Infant realm until the Yuan Baby.
Meng Yao passed by the refining arena, glanced at Ye Lang from afar, sighed, and turned to leave.
I didn't see Ye Lang's refining results, and I was a little regretful.
That's all.
Ye Lang also reached the final stage at this time.
The spirit sword has taken shape, the light gathers, blood drips on the sword, and the spirit sword bursts out thousands of golden rays.
Those golden rays turned into stars and scattered around Ye Lang.
A powerful coercion suddenly appeared around Ye Lang's body, suppressing the audience.
Poof
~bang~
boom~
The sound of swords breaking came out one after another, and a scolding sound sounded on the refining field.
"Which bastard influenced Lao Tzu Refiner?"
"Bastard! Lao Tzu's sword! "
Aaaaa
"My knife! Who? Get out and die? "
......
Seeing that at the last moment of the refining weapon, the spirit weapon was broken, and everyone else would collapse.
Nine out of ten spirit weapons in the refining field were damaged, and only eight or nine alchemists managed to protect their spirit weapons.
And Ye Lang, the culprit of all this, was completely unaware.
He was enjoying the vast power of heaven and earth at this time, his divine soul rippled between the sword qi and the power of heaven and earth, and various sword moves evolved in his mind.
The sword move goes from complex to simple, and finally the road is unified.
A sword slashed out, the heavens and the earth changed drastically, lightning and thunder, meteors fell to the earth, to the surrounding refining platform.
The roar, explosions, shouts, and curses are endless.
Ye Lang finally came back from the long artistic conception, and when he returned to his senses, he saw that the refining platform in front of him was in ruins, and the refining field was scattered, full of potholes, and those pits were still smoking.
"This... What's wrong? "
Meteorite falling?"
Ye Lang looked at everything that happened in front of him in confusion.
Then.
A roar came into Ye Lang's ears.
"Ye Lang, you compensate me for my spirit weapon!"
Ye Lang's brain didn't turn around at this time, his mouth was faster than his brain, and he stunned back: "Blame you for being a big-headed ghost, your spirit weapon is gone, it's my?" Why, anyone can rely on it, right? You don't have a spirit weapon to compensate me, I don't have a daughter-in-law, are you going to compensate me for your daughter-in-law?" "
There was silence all around.
After Ye Lang finished scolding, his brain cleared up a little.
The system told him at this time: "Host, you really have to compensate for other people's spirit weapons, when you were refining the weapon just now, you triggered the power of heaven and earth, destroyed the refining platform, and also destroyed the spirit weapon refined by other disciples. "
How did he hear the schadenfreude of the system?
Ye Lang took a deep breath, quickly looked around, looked at Changming Zhenjun, and thought in his heart, was it still time for him to pretend to be dizzy?