Eternal Sacred King Chapter 118: Qifeng No. 1

　　 For many years, there has never been such a chaotic scene in Qifeng Art.

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

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

　　 "Huh! I think he knows he will lose, he is playing mystery here."

　　 "Let me see, this Su Zimo's unpredictable behavior may be to hurt Senior Brother Feng, so that the final duel between the two does not have to be held."

　　 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 behavior?" Wenxuan, the first seat of 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.

　　 "Don't you?"

　　 Su Zimo replied, Wen Xuan was at a loss.

　　 There are really no regulations in the refining device. The gathering of spirits must be performed in the refining cauldron, but this move is too weird to understand.

　　 At this moment, while gathering spirits, Su Zimo looked back at Feng Haoyu and asked with a smile: "Feng Haoyu, do you think you are determined to win?"

　　 "Huh!"

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

　　 "Okay, let you see."

　　 In fact, during the conversation for a while, Su Zimo had tried to gather spirits many times, but felt the danger and stopped in time.

　　 This time, there was a faint sign of a spirit pattern on the axe, but there was no danger.

　　 Su Zimo was overjoyed.

　　 is done!

　　 hum!

　　 There was a tremor, and the axe's body was full of aura, and a dazzling glow broke out, dazzling everyone in front of them.

　　Spirit lines!

　　The discussion outside the hall gradually subsided.

　　 Many disciples opened their mouths, staring dumbfounded at this scene, almost falling out of their eyes.

　　 has successfully gathered spirits?

　　Didn’t it mean that gathering spirits is difficult?

　　Why did Su Zimo talk a few words casually, and then he condensed a spirit pattern in a daze?

　　 Not to mention the many disciples outside the main hall, even the first seat of the five peaks is filled with confusion and confusion.

　　 luck?

　　 coincidence?

　　What's the situation?

　　The other four peaks first did not know much about the art of refining after all, and they all looked at the old man, with inquiries in his eyes.

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

　　 Su Zi and Mo gathered the spirit successfully, and there is no suspense for the first place in Qifeng Yiyi this time.

　　 Feng Haoyu's face was suddenly hard to look.

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

　　 "Won!"

　　 "Haha, we Qifeng won!"

　　"Brother Su, great!"

　　 After a short silence, there was a cheering from the crowd.

　　 Some of the Lingfeng disciples who were optimistic about Feng Haoyu were a little downcast.

　　 Until now, they are still a little confused, no matter how ghosts are so strange, this Su Zimo has succeeded in gathering spirits.

　　 and it looks so relaxed?

　　 Others have been refining tools for many years, and they may not be able to refine a low-grade 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 win this game, Danfeng is more artistic, we will compare it again!"

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

With a stab, Su Zimo put the giant axe into the cold water, and a low-grade giant axe was formed, looking fierce and domineering, the blade of the axe shone with cold light, and it seemed to be able to split a mountain!

　　 "Huh! Even if it's a low-grade spirit weapon, what kind of thing can a gas trainer use such a clumsy axe, it's ridiculous!"

　　A Lingfeng disciple said sourly.

　　 "You don't like to listen to Fat Master, Fat Master likes this!"

　　 Little Fatty was unhappy on the spot.

　　The Lingfeng disciple sneered and said: "You like to have a fart, it is someone else's spiritual weapon!"

　　 At this moment, Su Zimo waved at the little fat man and said loudly: "Fat man, this weapon is made for you and is for you."

　　 "Uh..."

　　 The Lingfeng disciple who had just spoken had a blue face, and he got into the crowd dingy and disappeared.

　　 The little fat man Le Dian'er ran up to Su Zimo, his expression agitated, a pair of fleshy palms rubbed together, wanting to laugh but not feeling embarrassed.

　　 "Brother, really, is it for me?"

　　 You must know that so far, Little Fatty hasn't had any inferior spirit weapon with him.

　　Unexpectedly, Su Zimo personally made a handle for it.

　　 And this great axe suits him too well, it's just tailor-made.

　　 With this inferior spirit weapon, the little fat man will definitely get a good ranking in Lingfeng.

　　 "Well, take it."

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

　　 Little Fatty took it over, put it down, and said drunkly: "Today I will sleep with it in my arms!"

　　 After finishing talking, the little fat man gave a kiss on the giant axe.

　　 Seeing this scene, the first seat of Wufeng smiled.

　　 Hefa teenager whispered: "This favor 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 some chance of winning against the superior Haoyu." Xuan Yi said.

　　 Wenxuan shook his head and said: "The difference in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too great, and he can't make up for it with two low-grade spirit weapons."

　　 The old man waved his hand and said: "It’s okay, anyway, I won the first place in the peak of Qi, Su Zimo will also have the opportunity to choose a low-grade spiritual tool in the spiritual tool pavilion~IndoMTL.com~ The old man stood up and said loudly. "The result of the Qifeng competition is very obvious. Qifeng disciple Su Zimo won the first place! "

　　 Many Qifeng disciples cheered loudly.

　　The old man said again: "Su Zimo, come up and talk about it, what's the meaning of the action of removing the refining cauldron just now."

　　 "This..." Su Zimo hesitated.

　　 "It's okay, there is no order in cultivating the Tao, and the master is the teacher. Share your own experience, and let everyone learn." The old man encouraged him again.

　　 Su Zimo walked to the old man, and whispered: "Master, my method may not be suitable for others."

　　In all fairness, only Su Zimo can do this spiritual gathering technique, and others really can’t learn it.

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

　　 Su Zimo had no choice but to come to the forefront, facing the many disciples of Wufeng, coughing lightly.

　　 Inside and outside the hall, many disciples suddenly pricked their ears.

　　 "Uh...removing the refining cauldron is a habit of mine. I feel that the success rate of gathering spirits will be higher." Su Zimo bit his scalp and said ambiguously.

　　Su Zimo didn't know, but his random words made many disciples remember in their hearts.

　　Removing the refining cauldron can increase the success rate of gathering spirits!

　　 Seeing the eyes of many disciples shining brightly, Su Zimo quickly said: "The action of removing the refining cauldron is very dangerous, everyone should not try it."

　　 This sentence was 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 sect disciples were refining the equipment, accidents began to occur repeatedly, the gathering of spirits failed, and they were blown to death by the fragments of the spirit equipment...