Chapter 118 The First Device Peak

For many years, there has never been such a chaotic scene in Qifeng's art.

Of course, there has never been someone like Su Zimo before.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Zimo is a desperate lunatic.

"Humph! I think he knows he will lose, so he is making a fool of himself here."

"As far as I can see, this Su Zimo has ulterior motives, and his actions just now may be to hurt Senior Brother Feng, so that the final duel between the two will not be necessary."

Outside the hall, there are all kinds of speculations and discussions.

"Su Zimo, do you want to gather spirits or give up gathering spirits, why did you make such an abnormal move?" The first Wenxuan in Lingfeng frowned and asked sharply.

Su Zimo smiled and said, "Of course it is to gather spirits."

"Why did Juling remove the Refining Cauldron?" Wen Xuan asked again.

"No?"

Su Zimo asked back, Wenxuan was at a loss for words.

There are really no regulations in the refining, and the gathering of spirits must be carried out in the refining cauldron, but this is too strange and incomprehensible.

At this moment, while gathering spirits, Su Zimo turned to look at Feng Haoyu and asked with a smile, "Feng Haoyu, do you think you are going to win?"

"Humph!"

Feng Haoyu snorted coldly and said coldly, "I don't believe you can successfully gather spirits!"

"Okay, then I'll show you."

In fact, during this moment of conversation, Su Zimo had tried to gather spirits many times, but he felt the danger and stopped in time.

And this time, there was a faint sign of a spiritual pattern on the axe, but there was no sign of danger.

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

done!

hum!

With a trembling sound, the axe's body was full of aura, and a dazzling glow erupted, swaying in front of everyone's eyes.

Spirit pattern!

The chatter outside the hall gradually subsided.

Many disciples stared at this scene with their mouths open, their eyes almost falling out.

Did you successfully gather spirits?

Isn't it difficult to gather spirits?

Why did Su Zimo condense a spirit pattern after just chatting a few words?

Not to mention the many disciples outside the main hall, even the head of the Five Peaks was stunned and full of doubts.

luck?

coincide?

What's the situation?

After all, the other four peaks do not know much about the art of refining, and they all looked at the old man with inquiries in their eyes.

The bad old man pondered for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason, so he shook his head.

Su Zimo has successfully gathered his spirits, and there is no suspense about the first place in the Qifeng competition.

Feng Haoyu's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

Even if his refining speed is fast enough, after all, it is just a pseudo-spiritual tool without a rank.

"Won!"

"Haha, our Qifeng won!"

"Junior Brother Su, great job!"

After a brief silence, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

Some Lingfeng disciples who were optimistic about Feng Haoyu were a little dejected.

Until now, they were still a little confused. How could they be so misunderstood, this Su Zimo succeeded in gathering spirits.

And it looks so relaxed?

Others have been refining weapons for many years, but they may not be able to refine a low-quality spiritual tool. How can this kid chat and get one?

Feng Haoyu quickly adjusted his mood, sneered, and turned away.

"Very good, very good, you have won this match, Dan Feng is better than him, let's compete again!"

Feng Haoyu's voice came over, but the person had already disappeared from the crowd.

With a stab, Su Zimo put the giant axe into the cold water. A low-grade giant axe took shape and looked fierce and domineering. The blade of the axe flashed cold light, as if it could split a mountain!

"Humph! Even if it's a low-grade spiritual weapon, what kind of Qi practitioner would use such a clumsy axe, it's ridiculous!"

A Lingfeng disciple said sourly.

"Father doesn't like to hear what you say, Fatty likes this!"

The little fat man was not happy on the spot.

That Lingfeng disciple sneered: "You like to use a fart, it's someone else's spiritual tool!"

At this moment, Su Zimo beckoned to the little fat man and raised his voice: "Fat man, this weapon was made for you, and it's for you."

"Uh……"

The Lingfeng disciple who had just spoken had a livid face, slumped into the crowd and disappeared.

The little fat man ran in front of Su Zimo, looking excited, rubbing a pair of fleshy palms, wanting to laugh but being embarrassed.

"Brother, really, is it really for me?"

You know, the little fat man has not had a low-grade spiritual weapon by his side so far.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo personally built a handle for it.

And this giant axe is so suitable for him, it is simply tailor-made.

With this low-grade spirit tool, the little fat man will definitely be able to get a good ranking in Lingfeng's competition.

"Well, take it."

Su Zimo nodded and handed the giant axe to the little fat man.

The little fat man took it, couldn't put it down, and said intoxicated: "Today I'll put my arms around it and sleep!"

After speaking, the little fat man gave a fierce kiss on the giant axe.

Seeing this scene, the head of Wufeng showed a smile.

Hefa youth whispered: "This kind of friendship is not small."

"It's just a pity. If Su Zimo can take this opportunity to refine a low-grade flying sword for himself, maybe he has a chance of winning against Feng Haoyu." Xuan Yi said.

Wen Xuan shook his head and said, "The difference in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too great, and it cannot be made up for by one or two low-grade spiritual weapons."

The bad old man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, anyway, after winning the first place in Qifeng, Su Zimo also has the opportunity to choose a low-grade spirit tool in the spirit tool pavilion."

The old man stood up and said, "The result of Qifeng's competition is obvious. Qifeng's disciple Su Zimo won the first place!"

Many Qifeng disciples cheered loudly.

The bad old man said again: "Su Zimo, come up and tell me, what's the meaning of the action of removing the Refining Cauldron just now."

"This..." Su Zimo looked hesitant.

"It's okay, there is no sequence in the cultivation of Taoism, and the master is the teacher. Share your own experience, and let everyone learn from it." The old man encouraged again.

Su Zimo walked over to the old man and said in a low voice, "Master, my method may not be suitable for others."

In all fairness, only Su Zimo can do this technique of gathering spirits, and others really can't learn it.

"It's okay, you can just say a few words." The old man persuaded again.

Su Zimo was helpless, so he had to come to the front, facing the many disciples of Wufeng, and coughed lightly.

Inside and outside the hall, many disciples immediately perked up their ears.

"Uh... It's a habit of mine to remove the Item Refining Cauldron. I feel that the success rate of gathering spirits will be higher." Su Zimo bit his head and said ambiguously.

Su Zimo didn't know that his casual words made many disciples remember them in their hearts.

Removing the Refining Cauldron can increase the success rate of Spirit Gathering!

Seeing the light in the eyes of many disciples, Su Zimo hurriedly said: "The action of removing the Refining Cauldron is very dangerous, everyone should not try it."

This sentence was originally a good intention, but many disciples mistakenly thought that Su Zimo did not want them to learn this method of gathering spirits.

So, for a period of time after this, when the disciples of the sect were refining the artifact, accidents began to occur, the gathering of spirits failed, and they were blown to death by the fragments of the spirit artifact...

Many thanks to the waves, the sky, the quiet rain, the season of wind, the harmonious society, the reward of Limo, and the reward of Xuanxuan for the 10,000 book coins. I have been promoted to elder~ Thank you for your comfort, today's third watch, hoho !