Chapter 879: The Most Despicable One Is Behind 3

Feng Yi himself is a seventh-level weapon refiner, which also means that Feng Yi himself is at least a sixth-level star soul master. 』 LieΩ Wen『NetΩ

In the entire Tianchen Continent, although he cannot be said to be a powerful person who controls the world, he is also firmly at the top of the mountain of the strong, and a figure who laughs at Tianchen.

But now he looked at the young boy below, and felt that his soul was almost solidified.

A fear of survival dominated his five senses and dominated his soul. If it weren't for the boy's eyes signaling him not to move, he might have already...knelt down to him!

This person...

This person...

Is this person really Ling Han from the Lingtian Alliance? !

The unfathomable, resentful aura on this person, is it really a feeling that a... "human" would have?

He didn't dare to say it. Even if he was afraid and awed, he could only keep it in his heart, otherwise the next time it would not be those forging hammers that exploded, but his head.

With a light cough, Feng Yi tried to make his voice sound smooth, "Please bring up the spiritual weapon..." He even had to choose his words carefully before saying a word, and dared not use "present" or "take", but only dared to say please.

Di Shifang nodded with satisfaction, and looked at the time incense that had burned to ashes, raised his eyebrows and said: "The time is up, why don't you announce the deadline for the competition?"

Feng Yi hurriedly said: "The time for the fourth round of the weapon refining competition is up-"

As soon as the voice fell, those contestants with black faces and tattered bodies all climbed up.

"Mr. Feng! What did you say?!"

"Mr. Feng, what do you mean by time is up? What should we do?"

"That's right, Mr. Feng, all the spiritual weapons we have refined are..."

...

Feng Yi was so shocked when he heard what the few people said, and thought to himself, what spiritual weapons are you still worried about, and what results of the competition are you worried about, you almost died collectively!

Shut up!

But Feng Yi naturally didn't dare to say this,

He just had a kind of fearless feeling.

He was afraid that if Di Shifang was unhappy, blood would splash on the spot.

He glared with his tiger eyes, gritted his teeth and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? The time is up, none of you have completed the refining, what else is there to say!"

The contestants were so angry that their hearts trembled when they heard this. Someone jumped out and pointed at Di Shifang and cursed: "It's all this person. It's all this person who used the weird forging hammer at the end. If it wasn't for him, how could we collectively destroy the weapons? Even the forging hammer was destroyed!"

At this time, in order to be able to protect their own results in the competition, the contestants of these major sects united unprecedentedly.

"That's right! This is clearly a trap set by this person!"

"It's this person. He doesn't know how to refine weapons at all. Lord Feng, don't be fooled by him!"

"He dared to use such shady means in such a solemn competition. His score should be cancelled. No, the score of the entire Douhun Sect should be cancelled!"

...

Listening to the people getting more and more angry, Di Shifang was fine, but Feng Yi was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head, and even his underwear was wet with sweat.

Finally, he slammed the table hard, and with a "bang", the table that was as hard as diamond stone cracked.

"How unreasonable! Shut up, all of you. If anyone dares to say another word, I will crush your throat!"