Super Treasure Hunter

But if Master Yan Fu's name was branded on the robe, it would be completely different!

A middle-grade spirit weapon-level robe was actually auctioned to thousands of top-grade magic stones. Zhong Zhou couldn't help shaking his head, looking at the many other magical treasures still placed on it. This is also worthy of being called. Is a high-quality magic weapon? Is this also worthy of being called a master?

As if seeing what he was thinking about in the middle of the week, Zao Wou-ki explained in a low voice, “Brother Zhou, don’t disagree. The magic weapons refined by Master Yan Fu are basically various exquisite items! Even our Wuji Sect has some collections of his own hands. Magic weapon level magic weapon made."

"It is said that Master Yan Fu once refined a magic sword. It was originally only a low-grade magic weapon, but its power is no less than a middle-grade magic weapon! That is the time, the name of Master Yan Fu was completely called off!"

Zhou Zhong smiled disdainfully: "It is not difficult to refine the magic weapon to forcibly improve the quality, and in my opinion, the magic weapon on the table is just some rubbish, and it can be pushed to such a high price. You guys have too much money!"

Zao Wou-ki stretched out a finger to his mouth and said anxiously, "Big Brother Zhou, don't say it so loudly!"

But it was too late. Master Yan Fu, who was sitting calmly, glanced at Zhou Zhong and said, "Ignorant children, dare to talk about the magic weapon of the old man's refining? Ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

However, Zhou Zhong didn't even look at him, and even ignored Zao Wou-ki's helpless expression, and said indifferently, "Why? My refining magic weapon is a hundred times better than you!"

"Huh, rants! It seems that when you are young, the old man doesn't want to care about you, so he takes it back quickly!"

Master Yan Fu got up angrily and pointed to the middle of the week. The people in the hall looked over and asked each other. Only then did they understand what had happened and the auction was temporarily suspended.

But no one takes it too seriously, because midweek is too young, and everyone thinks midweek is just talking big.

A hundred times better than the magic weapon refined by Master Yan Fu? What kind of magic weapon is that?

Zao Wou-ki also dissuaded him from the side: "Big Brother Zhou, although you are strong, but this is a magic weapon... it can't be done by strong strength!"

Zhou Zhong shook his head again and said: "To tell the truth, this Master Yan Fu's name is really vain."

Master Yan Fu was very angry and laughed, and even said three good words: "Okay, okay, okay! Boy, can you dare to compete with me?"

When everyone saw the excitement, they immediately became interested. After all, it is good to see the superior magic weapon refined by Master Yan Fu, but no one is optimistic about midweek.

"How to compare?" Zhou Zhong asked.

"It's very simple! You and I each take out a finished magic weapon, no matter the level, just from the quality of the competition, and everyone commented, can you compare it?" Master Yan Fu said with an arrogant expression.

Everyone knew his temper, Yan Fu's arrogance, they knew too well, saying that the magic weapon he refined was rubbish, how could he let him go?

However, when everyone thought that they were going to retreat in midweek, they saw him lightly nodded and said: "It's fair, I took it."

Yan Fu sneered, then took out a robe and said: "Don't say I bully you, this robe is only at the low-grade magic weapon level, but its effect is not simple, it can stop a blow from the middle-grade magic weapon! "

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard that there was only a lower-grade magic weapon. After all, the lower-grade magic weapon is also precious, but the people sitting here are all knowledgeable. Who doesn't have a few magic weapons yet?

It may be able to block a blow from a middle-grade magic weapon. It is not easy. You must know that each level of the magic weapon is different. The ability to refine a robe to this point shows the master Yan Fu's skills. .

Master Yan Fu has a confident smile on his face. In his opinion, it is not bad to be able to refine a magic weapon at the age of midweek, let alone a magic weapon! So he is very sure that he can win.

He even thought that after he won, he must make this kid kneel and apologize to himself!

"Boy, it's your turn!"

Zhou Zhong nodded, and then, in full view, took out a long sword from the space ring. Everyone had expected him to bring some surprises, but after seeing the quality of the long sword clearly It was a disappointment.

"Is there anything wrong? High-grade spirit weapon? Just want to compare with Master Yan Fu?"

"Hehe, that's the case for people who like to fight eyeballs right now, and they don't even know that they are sensationalizing!"

"It's a waste of our time. Let's continue with the auction. This kid is not sure what is good or bad."

Everyone shook their heads, because every small level in the quality of the magic weapon is very different, not to mention the essential gap between the magic weapon and the magic weapon!

Zao Wou-ki also shook his head. He also didn't think he could win in the middle of the week. The gap was too big.

"You lost!" Master Yan Fu sneered.

But in the middle of the week, he said indifferently: "How do you know I lost?"

Immediately, Zhou Zhong just swiped the robe that Yan Fu took out with a light sword. Although it didn't use the slightest aura, the sword body itself exuded a fire!

With one sword away, the robe with a low-grade magic weapon level was cut from it like a piece of paper! There are even more burn marks on the incision, as if it had been burned by fire!

The audience was silent.

what's the situation? This is what everyone thinks.

Didn't Master Yan Fu say that his robe can block a blow from a middle-grade magic weapon? And that robe is indeed a low-grade magic weapon!

"How is this possible!" Master Yan Fu's unbelievable words echoed in the hall.

But no matter how he doesn't believe it, it is an indisputable fact that the robe has been destroyed!

Looking at the ruined robe in his hand, Yan Fu's lips trembled.

"Hmph, you cheated! You must have obtained such a sword from someone. What proof do you have to prove that this sword was made by yourself?"

A disdainful voice came from the silent hall.

But in the middle of the week, he didn't pay attention to that person at all, and completely regarded him as an idiot!

There was also laughter in the hall, because every magic weapon refined by the craftsman himself would have its own unique aura on it, which seemed to be a brand and could not be changed. The sword exuding was obviously from the middle of the week. breath! This is common sense.

After the man learned that he could only sit down with a flushed face, and wanted to find a place to sew in.

"You lost." Midweek said lightly.

Master Yan Fu stood up, still unwilling to say: "Huh, the magic weapon my master refined is a hundred times better than me!"

There was a ridicule in the hall again: "Master Yan Fu, if you lose, you are defeated. Why do you use any excuses?"