Chapter 1722 One Hundred and Ten!

"One hundred and ten points!" After a brief pause, the white-robed sacrificial said excitedly, "In the formula of the third-order spiritual weapon, the level of the spiritual weapon can be increased by three levels, and it is totally worth adding another ten points!"

Yun Qingyan's slightly condensed brows stretched.

Among animal taming, weapon refining and medicine refining, only refining is her weakest link.

To be honest, the set of divine seals that Huang Yan taught her has a total of nine, but according to her current strength, she can barely hit three, otherwise, she should be able to directly upgrade the level of the spiritual tool to the holy artifact. order.

Unlike Yun Qingyan's little guilty conscience, the onlookers were shocked to the point of numbness.

She was the only one who signed up, but now, not only did they refine the weapon perfectly, but they also abruptly raised the weapon that was originally only a third-order spiritual weapon to a sixth-order spiritual weapon, and the white priest even gave extra points for her.

Now, who else can surpass this evildoer in the refining tool?

The sea blue flower at the refining venue was undoubtedly something Yun Qingyan had in his pocket.

After solving the artifact refining venue, Yun Qingyan walked directly to the Xingyuan Zhe venue.

As soon as she moved, the people in the entire assembly hall also moved, as if dragging a long tail.

Focus is gathered.

"Forget the first two, she can't be the first in this one, right?"

"That's right. After all, she's the second-order goddess. Most of the winners in this competition are ninth-order gods."

The passers-by onlookers breathed a sigh of relief. If this young girl really won a grand slam, they would be a little too embarrassed.

It turned out that the people who were fighting each other in a basin of scattered sand gradually began to have a tendency to twist into a single rope because of the appearance of Yun Qingyan.

Yun Qingyan is one team, and they are another team.

If there are so many of them, but they lose to a little girl, then everyone's self-confidence will definitely be a big blow.

"Little girl, gather your star power and punch on the boulder. According to the depth of your fist marks, we will show the score here." The white-clothed priest in charge said, "If the scores are the same, then the two sides will fight again. There is a battle, and the winner is the champion.

If the position of the leader can be maintained until after midnight, the sea blue flower is yours. "

After that, he pointed to Lai Changbo, who was gloomy and unhappy, "This is the current champion, the marks left on the boulder are ten inches, and the score is ninety.

The strength is quite good. "

Perhaps seeing Yun Qingyan's previous feat, the priest in white was very patient with her.

Lai Changbo, who was on the side, saw Yun Qingyan's gaze swept over, and his arrogance burst out, "Haha. If you can tame a beast and refine a weapon, it doesn't mean your strength is top-notch.

I admit that your talent is really good when you reach the second-order lower god realm at this age. However, the difference between the first-order and the first-order is very difficult to make up for, let alone the ninth and second orders? "

The implication is to warn Yun Qingyan, Grand Slam, don't be delusional!

Yun Qingyan withdrew his gaze indifferently, and looked at the white-clothed sacrifice with a calm gaze, "If you break the boulder, how many points will it count?"

The white priest's mouth twitched, not expecting that she would ask this question.

What a tough little doll.

Lai Changbo's face darkened.

He only left a ten-inch mark, but Yun Qingyan threatened to break it.

Isn't that hitting him in the face on purpose?

Before his face changed, the few servants around him couldn't help but speak.

"Huh? Break the bullet? Brag and don't make drafts!"

"This bouncing stone can withstand the highest attack power of a god!"