Guardian of the Star Cyclones

　　 Ye Yun and the others waited for a while, and heard that the two masters of forging were going to compete, wouldn't it be just right.

　　 The two masters came to the reception courtyard.

　　 Abu Damu said: "Ye Yun, this master Ge wants to compete with me in forging a weapon. We take the spirit sword as the theme, and at the same time help this little brother forge two sharp swords, how about?"

　　 "Of course it is good! I don't know what is needed, and the materials we bring are not suitable."

　　 "Although you can take out the materials, we don't have enough materials. In addition, every time this master Ge has some special conditions for forging, we need your cooperation."

　　 "Okay, no problem, please say Master Ge."

　　Ge Yuanlong said: "The gods choose their masters. The weapon I forged can't bury it, so you must know who uses it and how strong it is. If the strength is too bad, the old man will not do it for nothing."

　　 "It makes sense! That?"

　　 "This is my guard Abin, and his strength is also in the Void Realm. Let him fight the sword seeker. How about it?"

　　 Ye Yun looked at the wolf game, and the wolf game nodded resolutely.

"no problem."

　　 Abu Damu said: "It's just right, I also see how strong this little brother is, so I can make adjustments."

　　 Ye Yun nodded and said: "Okay!"

　　At this time, Huizhen said: "The inner city arena is under maintenance recently, and the two are in the Void Realm. They need to go to the temporary ring outside the North City Gate for a battle, please move forward."

"it is good!"

"go!"

　　 Soon, a group of people came outside the city, which caused quite a stir at the same time.

　　 The ring outside the North City Gate was the ring they saw when they entered the city. At this moment, the black and white Wu Xiu hadn't decided the winner.

　　 Ge Yuanlong said with disdain: "Why haven't the outcome been decided yet, these juniors are getting worse and worse recently."

　　"···"

　　 In the eyes of Ge Yuanlong, Wu Xiu is also a weapon. Whether it is powerful or not, it can only be described as high-quality and inferior.

　　 Abu Damu Road: "It's coming soon"

　　 Ye Yun and the four were also watching the battle. Huizhen on the side explained to Ye Yun, “One of the weapons they used was made by Master Abu Damu, and the other was a work by Yihe.”

　　 Ye Yun smiled and said: "We happened to be passing by when we came before, so after hearing this news, Master Hui specifically stated that there is a deep meaning in it?"

　　 "Intelligent, they each represent two forging and casting grounds. The black robe martial artist is considered to be a fighting weapon."

　　 "Fighter?"

　　 Zhao Qing said: "It's almost the meaning of kicking the gym."

"Oh, that's how it is."

　　 Hui Zhen smiled and said: "Kicking the hall, this is very vivid, Ye Yun, who do you think will win?"

　　 "Huh? Me, I don't know how you fight in the Cangshou world, but the black-robed warrior should win."

　　 "Oh? You don't shy away from it, how sad this makes Master Abu Damu."

　　 Abu Damu glanced at Huizhen, who just smiled.

Ye Yun said: "The strong never need to be recognized and evaluated, and they will not be complacent because of lies, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a gap in the strength of the two martial artists, and there is a gap in their weapons. The black-robed warrior is obviously hidden. In addition, the weapon fits him extremely well, and it’s not a recent one."

"Um"

　　 Sure enough, in less than five minutes, the white-robed warrior was exhausted, and there was no successor.

　　 But the white-robed Wu Xiu seemed to have seen Master Abu Damu and did not intend to give up.

　　 Huizhen said: "The white-robed warrior is eager and very sincere. He is very respectful to Master Abu Damu. It seems that he wants to fight for his life, hey."

　　 Abdam did not speak to stop him.

　　 Ye Yun looked at Zhao Qing, and Zhao Qinghun said: "This is a kind of faith, and maybe he will lose in the end, but if this kind of faith is interrupted, it will be worse."

　　 Ye Yun thought about it, thinking about the truth, and felt that he should really trust the white-robed warrior on the ring.

　　 The power of faith is very powerful, and it can often play a key role!

　　 No, when the two martial artists had a counter-attack, the white-robed warrior was about to fall to the ground and had exhausted his last spiritual power, but he just didn't want to fall down!

　　 At this last moment, all Wu Xiu sweated for him.

　　 However, a miracle happened immediately.

　　 I saw the sword in the hands of the white-robed warrior shook slightly. The next moment, the sword actually gave him some energy back!

　　 Ye Yun was surprised, how could this be? ! He clearly saw that the sword was absorbing the surrounding energy, and at the same time infused the energy into the white robe warrior, and it also exuded an inexplicable power.

　　 "Is this the masterpiece of Abu Damu?"

　　 Ye Yun murmured, both masters were a little surprised, could this little guy see it too?

　　Master Huizhen smiled and nodded, he naturally saw it.

　　 Zhao Qing felt it, and other spectators only noticed it later.

　　 I saw the white-robed warrior stand up again, condensing the whole body's spirit on the sword.

　　 The two figures are hedged again!

　　 But it is a pity that there is a gap in strength, and it is the white-robed warrior who eventually fell.

　　 There was a sound of regret, and even complaining complaints, thinking that the white-robed Wuxiu had lost their Fubo city, and even the face of Master Abu Damu.

　　 The referee quickly announced the result, and Black Robe Wuxiu won.

　　 But everyone actually found out, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com black robe martial arts is not good, his sword is cracked!

　　 "Huh! He is no better than me!"

　　 Black Robe Wu Xiu glanced at the gap in the sharp sword, and said something unconvinced.

　　 Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, the white-robed martial artist's sword was also missing a hole, but it was slowly regenerating, while the black-robed martial artist was slower.

　　 Make a judgment.

The white-robed warrior was supported by someone. The black-robed warrior still stood on the arena and swallowed a few pills. The soul said loudly: "Who else wants to challenge? Anyone who holds the weapon of Master Abu Damu can join me. Fight! I idamu will take it all!"

　　 "Arrogant!"

　　 "Arrogant!"

　　 "Hmph, if I go up at this moment, wouldn't it be convincing to win?"

　　 "How about fighting tomorrow? You have to take a day off!"

　　 "Yes, I don't want to bully you! There is a kind of fight tomorrow!"

　　 Idamu coldly snorted: "It just consumes a little spiritual power, and I didn't even hurt my fur. Why, is it a warrior who dare not fight in Fubo City?!"

　　 "Too arrogant, I'll come!"

　　 "Damn it, see if I don't beat you up looking for teeth!"

　　 At this time, a figure leapt up and rushed straight into the ring.

　　 "Old Zhao?"

　　 "Master?!"

　　 Several people were shocked. I didn’t expect that Zhao Qing would play directly. Is this too much?

　　 Ye Yun is also puzzled, Zhao Qing should not be such an impulsive person, does he have any deep meaning in doing this?

　　 Idamu said: "Who are you, are you also Fubo City Wuxiu? Report your name! I will not kill the unknown!"

　　 "Don't worry about who I am, you just need to know that this sword was promoted by the master Abu Damu. Am I eligible for the battle?"

"Come!"