Sword Moon Lyrics

Dang Tianbing was afraid that Shi Feng would ignore him, so as soon as he heard Shi Feng's reply, he immediately hit the snake and put it on the stick.

"A good fire cauldron and good materials are of course very good. Unfortunately, if you pursue good materials blindly, you forget that the better the materials, the harder it is to control them. I'm afraid it will be self-defeating. "

Shi Feng was unconvinced, "I have a higher level of cultivation than you, so I know how to control it carefully. You should be more careful with yourself."

He was so arrogant, and Dang Tianbing was not angry but happy, "Really? What if you take a bunch of good materials and refine a low-grade magic weapon?"

Shi Feng said angrily, "If the magic weapon I refine is only inferior, then I will just admit defeat."

What Dang Tianbing wanted was Shi Feng's words. Forcibly raising the grade of the magic weapon and being impetuous were taboos in refining the weapon.

This boy has just been promoted to the ninth level of weapon refiner, and he is arrogant. As expected, he is still a little shallow.

Dang Tianbing turned on the stove and lit the fire while talking. His movements were very skillful and fluid, and his skills were not wasted at all by talking.

Shi Feng looked at his materials and knew that what the other party wanted to refine was the "Broken Wind Flag", which was a spiritual weapon that could resist wind spells.

In terms of level, it is exactly the same as Yuyi Feizhou.

If the two of them want to decide the winner, they have to look at the grade of the weapon and the length of time it has been used. If they are still the same, then Shi Feng will win as a ninth-grade weapon refiner versus an eighth-grade weapon master.

After Shi Feng got the dissociation strategy, he fell in love with dismantling magic weapons.

His research deepened and he discovered that the highest level of dismantling a magical artifact was not to preserve the materials as intact as possible, but to deduce the chain diagram of the magical artifact through disassembly.

Over the years, Shi Feng has obtained hundreds of magic weapon chain diagrams by dismantling magical weapons. Although they are not high-quality magical weapons, Shi Feng is very proud of them.

Shi Feng, a magical weapon like the Broken Wind Flag, had dismantled it before, but when deducing the chain diagram of the magical weapon, there was always a problem that remained unsolvable.

Seeing that Dang Tianbing was going to refine this thing today, Shi Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed. Observing it up close could help him solve that problem.

Therefore, while Shi Feng was refining the flying boat, he would peek at his opponent's movements from time to time.

Originally, it was taboo to steal weapons from a master, but at this moment, Dang Tianbing was not only not angry, but overjoyed, "Whether you want to steal a master, or you want to see my progress, as long as you keep analyzing God, that’s right.”

Therefore, the movements of his hands became slower and slower, and he even explained the key points of refining the Broken Wind Flag. Shi Feng walked down the slope and humbly asked for advice.

Mr. Yan was sitting on the stage, and everyone in the audience could see the situation.

He sent a message to Master Qianchu: "Niubi, there seems to be something wrong with your disciple. Why does he look so distracted?"

Taoist Qianchu replied, "Just be patient. It's hard to say whether I can win that match, but if Xiaofeng can't win this one, I'll write my name upside down."

Mr. Yan said angrily: "What's your name as a monk? It's just a Taoist name. What's the bullshit difference if it's backwards or forwards?"

Shi Feng was multitasking, and through conversation and observation, he really solved the question about Po Feng Qi.

I got another magic weapon chain diagram, which is an extra gain from today’s competition!

As time passed, Dang Tianbing reached a critical moment in refining and had no time to chat with Shi Feng. After all, he did not have Shi Feng's ability to do two things at once.

Shi Feng's movements were always unhurried and slow, always one step behind Dang Tianbing. Dang Tianbing was very proud, because if the magic weapons were of the same grade, the one with less time would win.

The reason why Shi Feng deliberately lagged behind Dang Tianbing was to see the opponent's movements clearly.

This game involves Yueyan Tiejing, so he must win, but don't be too showy when winning, just be able to outdo the opponent.

With Shi Feng's ability, there is no need to taste the opponent's magical artifact with his own hands. It is enough to judge the grade of the opponent's magical artifact based on the opponent's materials, cauldron, techniques, and the sound, smoke, etc. during the refining process.

Two hours later, Dang Tianbing's Broken Wind Flag was undergoing its final spiritual shaping in the furnace.

Shi Feng nodded secretly, "Er Master Yan is right. The master of the Party Village is really stable in refining weapons. He has made no mistakes from beginning to end. This magical weapon should be of middle grade."

Three hours later, the competition between the two groups of low-level weapon refiners ended first, and all four of them became weapons.

A deacon disciple came over, put the four magical instruments into boxes, and presented them to the stage.

The ancestor of the Mo family and the nine judges gathered in a circle and began to taste the four magical artifacts.

After a while, the ancestor of the Mo family called Mr. Yan and Shangguan Wenhe over. The results of these two competitions were obvious. The two heads of the family saw it and couldn't raise any objections.

Since there were still two groups of intermediate weapon refiners on the field whose competition had not yet ended, and they were afraid of affecting their mood, the nine referees and two family heads on the stage sat back after watching the competition, and did not immediately announce the results of the competition. result.

As soon as Mr. Yan sat down, a message came to his ears urgently, "Second brother, how is the situation?"

The person who asked the question was the old man of the Yan family who was competing on the field. In terms of seniority, he was the fourth uncle of Mr. Yan.

Second Master Yan frowned, "Fourth Uncle, you can compete with peace of mind and don't worry about anything else."

"How can I ignore it? Today's battle is related to the life and death of my Yan family."

"Fourth uncle, because the stakes are so high, you mustn't be distracted."

The old man of the Yan family smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't tell me, I won't be able to feel at ease."

Second Master Yan sighed. He knew that although his fourth uncle was skilled in skills, he was a bit impatient. If he didn't tell him, he would have asked endless questions. He immediately said: "One loses and one wins. It's a tie."

The old man from the Yan family hurriedly asked, "Who loses and who wins? Did Lu Wen lose or win?"

Mr. Yan said: "Lu Wen lost, Shi Feng won."

The old man of the Yan family was furious, "This bastard boasted so much that he lost."

Yan Luwen is not only a young talent of the Yan family, but also the direct grandson of his fourth uncle. For this mountain sacrifice battle, only two young people were selected.

One is Yan Ruwen, the eldest son of Master Yan. Needless to say, Yan Ruwen ranks first among the young disciples in terms of weapon refining skills.

As for the other spot, there was a lot of controversy. The old man of the Yan family even had a big dispute with some other people in order to recommend his grandson Yan Luwen.

I thought that with Yan Luwen's ability, he would be able to stand out in the Wushu Association and bring glory to his house, but he unexpectedly lost.

Second Master Yan advised: "Fourth Uncle, victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. Although Lu Wen lost, the difference was only a matter of millimeters. If you train him well, his future will still be limitless. Don't be angry, you are in this game." The stakes are high, so we must be steady.”

The old man of the Yan family took a deep breath, "I don't have to worry about it, don't worry!"

He said don't worry, but Mr. Yan not only didn't feel relieved, but also had an ominous premonition.

Next, the old man of the Yan family said nothing and continued to refine the magic weapon in his hand.

After a cup of tea, Third Master Yan Shuyou sent a voice message, "Second Brother, something seems wrong. Fourth Uncle, did you turn up the fire a bit?"

Mr. Yan sighed, "Did you just realize that? He just put in 10% more Dayu brass?"

Uncle Yan asked in surprise: "Is it possible that Fourth Uncle wants to temporarily upgrade the grade of this Dragon God's Mask by one level?"

"probably."

"Then why are you sitting back and doing nothing, second brother? Although fourth uncle has refined many high-grade magic weapons, it only lasts six hours. In such a hurry, if you can't succeed, wouldn't it be a big deal?"

Second Master Yan was also a little irritated, "When I asked him to fight He Bufan, he was going to sue for peace. But we spent so much effort to find out the magic weapons and levels that He Bufan could refine. Fourth uncle only needs to fight. Flat, that's it.

But when we first formulated this strategy, my fourth uncle was a little unhappy and felt that we looked down on the elderly. Now that Lu Wen lost again, he became even more angry. He changed his mind temporarily and tried his best to win this game. "

Yan Shuyou said: "If my fourth uncle wins, it will be great, but what if he loses?"

Second Master Yan rubbed his temples, "What can I do? You don't know the temper of Fourth Uncle! And now the refining is at a critical point. If I order to stop him, wouldn't it be counterproductive?"

Uncle Yan sighed and stopped talking.

Unknowingly, three hours are approaching, and the refining of the four intermediate weapon refiners on the field has also come to an end.

The four of them are the highest-ranking weapon masters who have participated in the martial arts competition for ten days.

Except for the ancestor of the Mo family, the fourth-level Nascent Soul weapon refiner, the other referees on the stage were only as good as He Bufan and others, and they were all watching the battle intently.

In the venue below the stage, four furnaces burned for six hours, and the four people continued to inject spiritual power, causing a layer of white mist to rise slightly around them.

Among the four, the old man of the Yan family stood upright, his face flushed from suppressing his emotions, the mana in his body was surging, and the sleeves of his robe were puffed up.

At this moment, not only Master Yan's eyes fell on him, but also Shangguan Wenhe stared at him.

Shangguan Wenhe is also a master of weapon refining, so how could he not know that this elder of the Yan family had temporarily changed his weapon refining grade.

Although He Bufan's magical weapon has not yet been released, judging from his method, it should be the same as previously planned, with mid-level quality for stability.

Suddenly, the lid of the old man's furnace trembled slightly, and his face suddenly turned pale. He turned his palms and held down the lid tightly.