"The boss?"

"general?"

In what Mr. Xue said, the words of these two words made the Lian Shenshan soldier particularly unhappy.

For a while, it was even hard for him to accept this. Even though he usually scolded him, he still regarded himself as a great master of the same kind of people in his heart. How could he be so thick-skinned and yelling from his boss? Is it a craftsman?

What's more, the things that these four people worked together, I'm afraid that I would never dare to look down on it. Even if these four people make a piece of hard iron, I have to study whether there is anything in this piece of iron. It's peculiar, and I didn't study it for a year and a half, and I would never dare to speak easily, so as not to have a problem, it would be too embarrassing, but that son of Fang actually disliked it?

And being rejected by others, these four old guys don't take it seriously?

The master of the mountain of refining soldiers has confidence in the weapons he refined, but inexplicably, the confidence has been seriously insufficient.

As for the other people around, they also heard what Mr. Xue said. For a while, everyone didn't know what they were thinking, and they started discussing with a bang. Deep in the crowd, there were a few openers. At this time, they hurriedly wiped their hands. The jade board in the room, before the second son of Fang, shows up, lower the odds... it really doesn't work, let the two companies simply tie!

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"It seems that Mr. Fang Er is serious..."

Also after the crowd, several masters of the old scholastic school discussed in a low voice: "Obviously, the weapon he refined hasn't been revealed yet, but in the eyes of everyone, no one dared to underestimate him anymore. I think a month ago, no one was optimistic about it..."

Mr. Yuheng smiled: "Yes, you were not optimistic at that time!"

Several other masters glanced at him and sneered: "Who is it that wants to betroth his eight-year-old granddaughter to him?"

Mr. Yu Heng looked embarrassed: "It's not that I'm going to marry, it's my granddaughter who saw him. I really liked it..."

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"The hour is approaching, should Mr. Fang Er show up too, right?"

The Lian Shenshan soldier was a little impatient, and he gave a cold snort and reminded him repeatedly.

"You are so anxious, how can you make good things?"

Mr. Xue rolled his eyes, put on a look that was too lazy to pay attention to him, and glanced at the sun in the sky by the way.

Then he tapped the pillar of the tent lightly and shouted inside: "My boss, is it almost done?"

"All right!"

Inside the tent, Fang Cun's voice came out.

With this sound, the crowd rushed around immediately, and everyone was waiting.

The soldiers and elders of Refining God Mountain, as well as the eight major disciples, all raised their heads, unable to hide their nervousness.

Further away, on a tall building in Chaoge City where you can see the old scholastic courtyard outside the city, the seventh prince trembled and drank a sip of tea. He only drank half a cup, but the other half was spilled on his body. At this moment, he was already faintly blue, and his lips showed an abnormal purple color, but his eyes were even more eerie and weird than before, as if from hell.

"Can we win?"

He suddenly looked to his side and asked hissing.

The old servant stood quietly and whispered: "Your Highness, don't worry, we still have a lot to win!"

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"Mr. Fang Er, if you want to fight the soldiers, then, before the winner is determined, set a lottery..."

The soldier of Shenshan Mountain, seeing the square-inch weapon, was about to be released, and suddenly he said loudly, "If I lose the mountain and river sword, then I will offer this mountain and river sword to Mr. Fang Er. Since then, the gate of the mountain and mountain is always open. , Mr. Fang Er will always be my sacred mountain guest, he will answer all the requests without answering, and if Mr. Fang Er loses, then Mr. Fang Er will be invited..."

He paused slightly and said, "How about agreeing to help me refine the mountain?"

Listening to his words, the Mr. Cang beside him couldn't help but glance at him curiously.

The previous plan for refining the mountain was not like this. As long as Fang Cundou lost his weapon, then the refining of the mountain could slowly make it. Naturally, Fang Cun could agree to their conditions, but it was not so conflicted and opposed as at this time. Perhaps it was that the Lian Shenshan soldier had no confidence at this time, so he took the initiative to shout out, and simply picked up the bet...

And listening to the words of the Lian Shenshan Soldier Master, Fang Cun’s voice soon came out: "It's up to you!"

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In Chaoge City, the Seventh Prince heard this from a distance, and was overjoyed.

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Before the tent, the soldier of Shenshan Mountain was also overjoyed, but before he had time to say something else, he suddenly heard:

"It's time!"

The words still remained, and when everyone did not react, suddenly a fire burst into the sky. From the depths of the tent, the raging fire blasted outwards. Almost all the tents were In this instant, all were completely torn apart by the fierce wind stirred by the fire, one by one, like a broken butterfly, rolled towards the dark clouds in the air...

It was also at this time that everyone's sight was no longer blocked, and they saw that a three-foot-high iron furnace was standing in the center of the area. On the iron furnace, there are flowers, birds, fish and insects with various patterns and abnormalities. And the flame that soared into the sky flew out from between the furnaces, and directly rushed into the dark clouds, which had already caused the dark clouds to roll and agitate.

"Open the oven!"

Fang Cun was holding an old umbrella, standing ten feet away by the furnace, on a jade platform.

Holding a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, as if blocking the smoke and fire, he waved his hand.

And closer to the sacred furnace, there are three elders standing in a triangle shape. It is the other three grand masters. They all looked at the furnace nervously and waved their hands desperately. Get up: "Quickly, quickly, quickly, don't delay..."

boom! boom! boom!

The tremor of the earthquake sounded, and rows of three-foot-tall men swung their sledgehammers and strode forward.

Step on the ground like an earthquake.

"Boom!"

They rushed to the divine furnace, danced the sledgehammer, and smashed it hard.

One person and one hammer are powerful. Under these blows, the sacred furnace quickly dented and then cracked. There was endless smoke and dust inside, and it flew into the air. Under the traction, endless changes have begun to take place. The big raindrops suddenly fell down, smashing the ground into deep pits one after another...

In the end, the **** furnace on that side was smashed into a pile of iron mud by those savage men.

It seems that the top is narrow and the bottom is wide, full of folds, weirdly twisted, and ugly.

"This is...broken?"

I don't know how many people show a look of stunned expression, looking stupidly at the clump of things on the ground.

Even the people of Lian Shenshan were obviously surprised.

However, after smashing it to a certain level, the group of barbarians retreated and allowed a way. Only a square inch, slowly stepped forward, before reaching the piece of stubborn iron, the light flashed in their palms, which was already cut. Drop a bunch of blood on the palm of your hand.

With a "chick", clear smoke rose from the iron block.

The little fox helped Fang Cun tie a handkerchief in his palm, although the wound was almost healed when it was tied.

And Fang Cun leaned over slightly, holding the stone-like iron block in his hand.

He held it in one hand, and held an umbrella with one hand to avoid the rain, and slowly came to the people of Lian Shen Shan.

The eyes of countless people around him all looked at the iron tuo in his hand.

"Does it need to be compared?"

Fang Cun held the Tie Tuozi and smiled to the people of the Mountain Refining God.

"amount……"

Several people from the Mountain of Refining God opened their eyes and looked at them. They didn't see what the iron piece was. But Mr. Cang was so sore when he rubbed his eyes, he couldn't help but secretly transmit to Fangcun, saying: "Second Young Master Fang, if you really can't do it, just tell us from the bottom. Everyone understands that if you lose or win, why do you have to put on the face to embarrass you?"

"Ha ha……"

And Fang Cun also saw their intentions, suddenly smiled softly, and said, "Everyone, please look!"

As he spoke, he tossed gently.

The iron block in his hand flew out immediately, with a bang, and it became three times larger.

When it fell on the ground, there was a big earthquake and many people who were close to him almost fell, and their eyes were slightly straight.

At this time, it has grown bigger, but it looks a little faintly shaped, what does it look like?

Winter melon?

It’s just that you refine weapons, but what do you refine a winter melon to do?

Fang Cun smiled and looked at the "winter melon" with gentle eyes, then slowly pinched a handprint and said, "Fire!"

As the mana around him swayed, the "winter melon" suddenly buzzed.

Suddenly, at the mouth of the winter melon, an invisible gravitational force appeared, and there was a snoring noise. At this time, there were countless sparks scattered in the surrounding area. Some of them have been extinguished, some are still on, and some are still on. The place was ignited with some weeds and slowly burned, and as the winter melon moved, all the sparks suddenly flew towards the mouth of the winter melon.

In an instant, the surrounding sparks were completely absorbed, and all the sparks on Mr. Xue's pipe were absorbed.

There was a dead silence around, everyone opened their eyes wide and stared blankly.

But Fang Cun didn't stop, pinching a French seal again, and then gently spit out a word: "Water!"

The inside of the winter melon vibrated again, and there was a grunting sound. The surrounding rain was pouring down, and there was already a little water on the ground. At this time, they were all driven by invisible forces, flying in the air, turning into streams of water, and poured straight into the winter melon, even in the air. The raindrops that fell on the ground were also drawn by this force, flying towards the winter melon one by one, and then scrambling to squeeze into the gourd~lightnovelpub.net~this..."

There was silence around, and finally someone realized something, his face was surprised and strange, and his lips trembled.

And Fang Cun, also knowing that these people have understood, he smiled lightly and stretched out his hand. The winter melon suddenly flew up and became smaller at the same time, and then slowly fell into his hand, looking good and obedient. Ugly, but inexplicably cute.

"Senior who cultivates Shenshan, my eight-treasure gourd, I don't know how to cultivate?"

Fang Cun smiled and looked at the people who refined the mountain, and his eyes swept over the others.

"you……"

The soldiers of Refining Mountain, as well as the elders, all had their lips trembling slightly, trying to say something, but they said it.

In the eyes, it seemed to be hopeless.

That Mr. Cang trembled for a long time before finally shouting: "You...you are not like a gourd at all!"