Chapter 946 Mass Production

"Where's your flying sword? Take it out and let us all have a look!"

Ming Han stared and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry."

Su Zimo looked calm, hesitated a little, and just controlled one of the flying swords, slowly rising from the weapon refining cauldron.

If no one else can see the problem with this flying sword, then everything will be fine.

If someone sees the problem, even if they bring out all thirty-six flying swords, it will only increase the laughing stock.

Under everyone's attention, a small and delicate flying sword was revealed. It was milky white and looked like a slender silver needle.

"What the hell is this?"

"Can this also be called a flying sword?"

"Hahahaha, this is obviously an embroidery needle. Did this Mo Ling refine an embroidery needle to make a female pinup?"

The cultivators of Netherfire Palace laughed wildly.

But more monks did not laugh.

Because most of the people present are Nascent Soul Realm geniuses, as long as they look at it carefully, they can tell that although this magic weapon is small and delicate, it is indeed in the form of a flying sword!

Moreover, on this sword body, you can still vaguely see six lines!

Although this magic weapon is small, it is indeed a six-path magic weapon, an innate magic weapon!

"What's the calculation now?"

"Both of them have refined the innate magic weapon. The title of weapon master can be divided between them, but there is no winner between the two and the two major sects."

"Moreover, the time for this Mo Ling to refine weapons seems to be shorter than that of Ming Han."

Many monks started talking.

Everyone in Bailian Sect looked excited.

They didn't expect that the situation would develop to this point, and there would be a turn for the better!

Ming Han frowned. He always felt that something was wrong, but for a moment, he couldn't figure it out.

Hearing the discussion around him, he felt agitated, his mind became more confused, and he became more and more confused.

"Even innate magical weapons have strengths and weaknesses!"

Minghan Han smiled and said: "How can your embroidery needle be compared with my flying sword!"

"You will know after comparing."

Su Zimo smiled lightly, controlled the small and delicate flying sword, and stabbed towards Minghan.

In the void, a cold light flashed, and the flying sword had already pierced the front!

Ming Han was shocked.

Without having time to think about it, he subconsciously took out the flying sword he had just refined and slashed towards the flying sword that was stabbing him.

when!

Ming Han was shocked.

His flying sword was bounced off by this tiny flying sword, and the light on the sword was much dimmed!

The group of cultivators is moved!

If the flying sword was deflected, it was only because Ming Han's magic power was no match for Su Zimo.

The attenuation of the light on the sword means that Minghan's flying sword is indeed no match for the tiny flying sword refined by Su Zimo!

Su Zimo's flying sword was suspended in mid-air, exuding a milky white light, as if it could absorb the energy emitted by the scorching sun, becoming more and more blazing!

You must know that the essence of this flying sword is Zhuzhao Stone!

Even if it is an innate magical weapon, it is difficult to shake it!

Su Zimo practices the Eye of Candlelight every day with the help of the scorching sun.

There is a certain mysterious connection between the burning sun and the Zhuzhao Stone, so it is not surprising for such a scene to appear.

However, in the eyes of many monks, it was extremely shocking!

"Although this flying sword is small, it can attract the brilliance of the scorching sun, which is really eye-opening."

"It seems that the Netherfire Palace lost this weapon refining battle."

After this incident occurred, the faces of the monks from Tiangang Sect, Hunyuan Sect, and Jian Sect gradually darkened.

If Netherfire Palace loses, they will have no reason to attack Bailian Sect!

No matter what happens in the future, at least at this Qianhe Tea Party, the crisis of Bailian Sect has been resolved!

"Since they are all Xiantian Lord's magical weapons, in my opinion, it's better to count them as a draw."

At this moment, Zhenjun Pang Lan of Tiangang Jiao said lightly.

"Why should it be considered a draw?"

"Yes, Minghan's flying sword is obviously no match for him!"

"That's right, the weapon-refining cauldron we use is still an ordinary weapon-refining cauldron!"

The cultivators of the Bailian Sect were so angry that they couldn't let it go.

"okay!"

Taojun Lanyue stood up at the right time and said calmly: "This weapon refining dispute is really eye-opening. Since both monks have refined innate magic weapons, it should be considered a tie."

"As for the strength of the innate magic weapon, it is naturally very different in the hands of different monks.

"Both of you are masters of weapon training. As for the best Tongxuan tea, you two can drink a cup together! This matter ends here, there is no need to argue!"

Daojun Lanyue obviously showed favoritism.

The cultivators of Bailian Sect were all indignant.

Taoist Yuding shook his head and signaled everyone to quiet down.

Qianhemen is the master of this tea party. Even the head of a sect has said so, so there is no point in further entanglement.

Jian Wuxing said loudly: "That's right, let's move on to the next step quickly! There are some grievances and it's time to resolve them!"

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, countless eyes full of murderous intent and hostility fell on Su Zimo!

At this Qianhe tea party, I don’t know how many people want to kill Su Zimo and then hurry up!

"good."

Taojun Lanyue nodded and said: "In that case, please drink this tea together, take a short rest, and then proceed to the second part of this tea party, the battle between the geniuses!"

"Is he worthy of drinking a cup of tea with me?"

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Su Zimo slowly spoke and sneered.

"Do you have any opinion?"

Taojun Lanyue's eyes narrowed, with a look of sullen expression on his face.

Su Zimo's repeated provocations had made her really angry, but she had been restraining herself.

"No comments."

Su Zimo said calmly: "However, the outcome of this weapon refining battle is the clearest!"

Then, he waved gently, and a large piece of milky white flying sword slowly rose up from the weapon refining cauldron suspended in mid-air!

A full thirty-five handles!

Even before, there were thirty-six flying swords, exactly the same, without any difference!

The thirty-six flying swords complement each other with the scorching sun above their heads, emitting a milky white light that becomes increasingly bright and dazzling!

hiss!

There was a gasp from the crowd.

This scene is so shocking!

Even the three Dharma Prime Ministers here had their mouths wide open and their eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"What the hell... is this?"

"This person has refined thirty-six flying swords, all of which are innate magic weapons?"

"Not only are there thirty-six innate magic weapons, but they are all exactly the same. This is a whole set of flying swords! It's so terrifying!"

"Oh my god! How could such methods be done by human beings?"

Refining an Innate Heavenly Monarch magical weapon is already shocking enough.

This time it was good, Su Zimo threw a big lump directly. The visual and mental impact was simply indescribable!

The cultivators were stunned and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"Where does this guy come from? He worked so hard to refine an innate magical weapon, and it was all God's blessing. Yet this guy actually engages in mass production?"

"This is nothing compared to shit, Ming Han is so weak!"

Minghan felt as if he was struck by lightning. He collapsed on the ground, staring, his mind went blank, and he just kept shaking his head: "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

The repeated blows had already made him a little dazed.