Three hours later, suddenly the sky over the entire Xuangu was covered with dark clouds, and a lot of colorful clouds floated over, and the people present were stunned for a moment.

   "What's going on? Why are there so many clouds in the sky, doesn't it mean that it won't rain in Xuangu?" Some disciples were amazed.

   "I don't know, this doesn't seem to be a naturally formed cloud, but someone who drew it."

   "Feng Chen, it is the cloud drawn by the bow and arrow forged by Feng Chen, look!" Suddenly a disciple pointed in Feng Chen's direction and shouted.

   Many people turned their attention from the colorful clouds to Feng Chen.

  I saw a purple light flying out of Feng Chen's forging furnace and hovering above his head. It was a bow and arrow that had not yet been forged.

   Colorful clouds gathered, and when the bow and arrow made a sound of "Weng Ming" like a provocation, the clouds finally got angry.

   Then, one after another, two-color lightning of purple and gold fell from the colorful clouds, all of which smashed into the purple bow and arrow.

  Feng Chen saw that the bow and arrow were slashed crookedly, and immediately used the black mandala to absorb the increasingly strong special power around him, fused with his own spiritual power, and then injected it into the bow and arrow.

  The bow and arrow immediately flashed a circle of purple ripples, no matter how violent the thunder calamity fell from the colorful clouds, it still proudly hovered in the air to greet it.

   A lot of times, it almost seemed to be completely destroyed, but once Feng Chen injected the fused spiritual power, the purple bow and arrow seemed to have been hit with chicken blood.

  After half an hour, the colorful clouds gathered in the sky gradually dissipated, and the thunder and lightning also disappeared.

   The purple bow and arrow suspended above Feng Chen's head emitted dazzling circles of light, with golden light glowing in the purple, constantly perfecting the shape of the bow and arrow itself.

   After another cup of tea, the bows and arrows were finally finished, and they looked exactly the same as the ones Yu Qingqian threw to Feng Chen before, but the aura at this time was much stronger.

   "Oh my God! I can feel the breath of a superb holy weapon in that purple bow, isn't it true?"

   "It's unbelievable. The level of forging that Feng Chen showed is only the peak of Xuanpin. Why can he forge the highest-quality sacred artifact?"

"Did you not see that the holy artifact was struck by lightning before it was completed? I heard that the best holy artifact requires the power of lightning to quench and shape before it can be completed. The reason why he forged the best holy artifact is naturally related to the thunder tribulation. ."

   "That is also the thunder calamity caused by the holy artifact he forged, which shows that he still has the strength to forge the best holy artifact!"

   "No way, how come I heard that it is difficult to forge the highest-grade holy artifact even for the late-grade or peak-grade blacksmiths, but Feng Chen is obviously only a mysterious-grade blacksmith!"

   "I think Feng Chen's forging techniques before that are very different from others. It must be because he is good at some extraordinary technique, or there is some secret technique that facilitates it."

   "Anyway, Feng Chen's forging skills are convincing."

   The disciples present were amazed and had an unbelievably heated discussion. The five judges in the grass hut above and the senior officials of the nine sects were also stunned.

  When Fengchen's holy artifact attracted thunder calamity, they had a strong premonition that they might produce a top-quality holy artifact today.

   However, since the strength of the lightning strikes for the best holy artifact would be very high, the materials used by Feng Chen for forging bows and arrows could not reach the level that could be completely resisted, so they did not hold out much hope.

   Who knew that the shocking scene still happened, Feng Chen miraculously did it.