Chapter 117 Scared away ...

What Su Zimo is going to make is a giant axe.

Since this time, little fat man has helped him a lot.

The last time the two played against each other, Su Zimo inadvertently cut out five potholes from the fat man's giant axe.

This huge axe is made for little fat people.

Another half an hour later, when other monks had begun to shape, Su Zimo had just finished smelting and sat cross-legged while restoring Reiki while waiting for the refiner to cool down.

This step has eliminated several disciples.

These disciples did not control the cooling temperature, and as a result, they were unable to shape and failed.

Another quarter of an hour later, Su Zimo suddenly got up, condensed a pair of big hands with aura, plunged into the refining vessel, and began to shape.

On the other side, there was a tinkling voice.

Feng Haoyu has begun to exercise.

Each time the wind hammer falls, the impurities in the flying sword are refined again, making the flying sword more rigid.

The red swords that were burned to the red, were hit by Mars under the hammer of the wind hammer. These Mars, in fact, are impurities in the flying sword, and fell to the bottom.

On this side, Su Zimo has also finished shaping.

"What is this, a big ax?"

"And this axe is too stupid. It is a waste of aura to control it. Who would use it?"

"It's true that this giant axe has lost the dexterity and lightness that its magical tools should have, but it is like a hand-held weapon that is arrogant and arrogant.

Outside the hall, many disciples began to comment on Su Zimo's giant axe.

Only the fat man moved his heart, blinked, and thought of a possibility.

Su Zimo looked as usual. After shaping, the tertiary spirit fire re-condensed and began to calcinate the giant axe.

Soon, the giant axe was burned to a red and crystalline state.

At the same time Su Zimo began to practice, Feng Haoyu had already completed the practice.

At this moment, Feng Haoyu hesitated.

The next step is the most critical gathering of spirits in the refiner.

Today Feng Haoyu has an obvious advantage. No matter from the shape of the spirit tool or the speed of refining, he must surpass Su Zimo.

But if Juling fails and Feijian explodes, he will be eliminated directly.

Choosing a spirit requires a lot of courage.

In the past few months, Feng Haoyu has once succeeded in truly gathering spirits, but at such a critical moment, he dare not bet.

Hesitating for a long time, Feng Haoyu gave up gathering spirits and directly put the refined flying sword into cold water.

With a stab, the green smoke billowed and the flying sword took shape!

This time, Feng Fengyu art, Feng Haoyu first made a magic weapon, then put the flying sword in front of the desk case, returned to the original place, and looked at Su Zimo with all his spare time.

"Brother Feng wins!"

"Yes, unless Su Zimo gathers success, there is no chance of winning."

"Juling was successful? Hehe, is it possible? Don't forget, he has n’t been worshipped for more than a year. In such a tense and stimulating atmosphere, I am afraid that even if a senior refiner comes, the chance of Juling will be greatly reduced . "

Many Lingfeng disciples watching the battle outside breathed a sigh of relief.

The second exercise was ended by Qi Feng's disciple Xue Yi.

With a second-level spirit fire, Xue Yi's refining speed must also be ahead of others.

The next step is to gather spirits.

Unlike Feng Haoyu, Xue Yi did not give up, but chose to gather spirits!

Seeing this, the old man nodded secretly.

In all fairness, Feng Haoyu's talent on the refining machine is really good, but it is better than Xue Yi, but it has less courage.

If Feng Haoyu just chose to gather spirits, the old man would really give him a high look.

Many disciples are aware of the difficulty of concentrating even if they do not understand the art of refining.

Xue Yi's choice of Juling immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Xue Yi looked dignified and carefully controlled the aura in the refiner's tripod, slowly condensing to the sword body.

Click!

A crisp sound rang from Ding Nei, and it was extremely clear in the hall.

broken!

Xue Yi secretly exclaimed.

Many disciples shook their heads.

This sound is the sound of cracks in the sword.

as expected.

The next moment, click!

There was a loud noise in Xue Yi's refinery tripod. The flying sword exploded, and the fragments ejected on the tripod wall, making a jingling sound.

Gathering failed.

Xue Yi smiled bitterly, put away the refiner, and bowed to Wufeng for the first time, leaving the refiner hall.

The flying sword burst, which means he has been eliminated.

Next, other disciples began to finish the refinement one after the other. No disciples dared to try to gather spirits except Xue Yi.

At this moment, Su Zimo Changshu breathed a sigh of relief and ended the exercise.

Huh!

Countless eyes all fell on Su Zimo.

In the eyes of some of Qi Feng's disciples, there was a hint of expectation.

Su Zimo has become Qi Feng's last hope.

If Su Zimo fails again, this means that Qi Feng is the first and will be taken away by the disciples of Wai Feng!

Although everyone is a fellow teacher, this is not glorious to Qi Feng.

Su Zimo paused a little, and suddenly made an action that surprised everyone-withdrawing the Refiner Ding!

"He, what is he doing?"

"Did Gathering Spirit?"

"Unclear."

If Su Zimo gives up the spirit gathering, he only needs to take the giant axe out of the refining vessel and put it in cold water.

If you choose Juling, you don't need to remove the Refiner Ding.

Approaching, under the attention of everyone, Su Zimo looked dignified, changed and controlled the aura around the giant axe, and began to condense the axe body away.

Gathering!

Su Zimo chose Juling.

But this picture is really weird.

From ancient times to today, there has never been a refiner who will withdraw the refiner's tripod when he gathers spirits.

This is too dangerous for the smelter to be necessary.

Once the spirit gathering fails, the artifact bursts, and the first victim is the refiner himself.

"Ok?"

The old man saw this scene, his heart was tense, and he stood up subconsciously, trying to block his words.

But at this time, Su Zimo had begun to gather.

If the bad old man interrupts and Su Zimo is a little distracted, the spirit gathering will certainly fail.

The old man clenched his brows, hesitated for a long time, and sat back, tense, ready to rescue Su Zimo at any time.

Feng Haoyu, who was standing next to Su Zimo, was also taken aback by this action and quickly flashed aside.

At this moment, Su Zimo gathered his head and turned his head, smiling and saying, "What are you running, afraid?"

There was an uproar inside and outside the hall!

When we gather our spirits, we need to concentrate our minds and not tolerate a little negligence. Who would be like Su Zimo?

Isn't this looking for death?

In fact, others did not know that Su Zimo's spiritual gathering relied on his spiritual consciousness.

Even if he was distracted, once there was an omen of the failure of spiritual gathering, spiritual awareness would warn him first, and Su Zimo would naturally stop.

"madman!"

Feng Haoyu said coldly and took a few steps back.

Originally, there were other disciples beside Su Zimo. Some had just finished the crafting, and even Feijian could not turn in, and evacuated from the plague god.

Some disciples are still practicing spiritual tools. When they saw this scene, they were so frightened that the spirits were thrown into the dipper of the refinery and they didn't care anymore. They turned around and ran away.

There was chaos in the Alchemy Hall.

In a blink of an eye, besides Wu Feng's first seat around Su Zimo, there was no one else!

Urging is more okay, but please everyone civilized to urge more, don't yell at people with open mouth, and always involve your family. It only takes a few minutes to read a chapter, but it takes a few hours to write a chapter with the old sword. If the thinking is not smooth, it will be more uncomfortable and consider each other

(End of this chapter)