The sect’s temptation toward external disciples is relatively small, so many disciples of the weapon refining pavilion come to the weapon refining pavilion on time on weekdays;

The disciples of the weapon refining pavilion walked side by side, discussing their experience in refining their weapons with a solemn expression. One of the green robe disciples frowned and said, "The spiritual weapon is really too difficult to refine. You must not only be very familiar with various runes, but also understand the texture of the sword embryo."

Another outer disciple heard this and said, "Yes, but I had some understanding yesterday. Today, I will definitely be able to refine a half-spirited weapon."

"Half-spirited weapon, are you really sure?" The first green-robed disciple who spoke to the words looked at the disciple curiously and asked.

"Seventy or eighty-eight are sure!" the outer disciple replied confidently.

"Well, the chance is already very high." A hint of envy flashed across the green robe disciple and nodded to express his head.

In this way, there are many outer disciples of the weapon refining pavilion; they walked towards the weapon refining pavilion in groups of three or three on weekdays; on the mountain path, they discussed their experience in refining the artifacts while walking in the weapon refining pavilion passage;

Just as I came to my own weapon refining room, the outer disciples saw the open weapon refining door, and the earth fire inside had not yet closed. They frowned and roared at the passage with a gloomy face: "Who is it? Who did you use my weapon refining room, fuck it."

"Damn, who the hell used my weapon refining room? It's not enough to turn off the earth fire, grass!"

"If I knew it was that guy who used my refining room, I would definitely want him to look good."

Such angry curses were continuously in the passage of the weapon refining pavilion, and the entire weapon refining pavilion was noisy, like a bustling city; however, these voices were all angry curses.

Some outer disciples suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their weapon refining room closed. They secretly thanked that no one moved their weapon refining room. Then they looked at their companions with a little luck and comforted them proudly: "It's okay, isn't it just that someone else uses the weapon refining room? How big is it?"

"Hmph, what you said is light. If the elders know this, is it a trivial matter? " The disciple standing in the open door said with resentment, obviously expressing great dissatisfaction with the weapon refining room used by Qin Feng.

After saying that, regardless of his companion who was gloating behind him, the disciple threw the door and walked into his weapon refining room;

After looking around in the refining room, I saw that there was no loss in the things inside, so I breathed a sigh of relief, but I couldn't stop complaining: "Cao, if I knew who did it, I would definitely make him look good."

This disciple was named Song Zhongheng. He didn't want the elder to know that he had no ground fire, so he hurried to the stone pier to turn off the ground fire.

Just two steps, I kicked something.

Clang...

"What?" Song Zhongheng stopped and frowned.

Looking down, I saw a black iron circle, which was a little bigger than a human head; Song Zhongheng was furious, who was still here to keep the garbage? Damn.

No need to think, it must be the garbage left by the person who used his own weapon refining room. This iron circle was black and looked like garbage when he looked at it. Song Zhongheng bowed and picked up the iron circle, wanting to throw it to the place where the garbage was stored.

But as soon as I touched the iron ring, a stream of ice came from the iron ring, and the biting cold was coming.

This is the refining room, the temperature is unimaginable, how could this iron ring be so cold; a trace of doubt flashed in Song Zhongheng's eyes; he picked it up and observed carefully.

"This is!"

"Runes!"

"Oh my God! It's still three superimposed runes."

Song Zhongheng saw three exquisite runes on the iron circle; who made this?

"Wait, this seems to be made of flame stone. Like the essence of iron, the flame stone can only withstand one rune. If it bears three runes, it will definitely break and cause the entire spiritual embryo to fail." The next moment, Song Zhongheng flashed over with confusion.

The outer sect man may not be able to see what material is made of spiritual weapons; as a disciple of the weapon refining pavilion or an outer sect disciple who has refined more than half of the spiritual weapons, Song Zhongheng has a rich knowledge of refining weapons, so he can naturally tell that the iron circle is made of flame stone.

Since the iron ring is made of flame stone, how does it withstand the three runes? This is what Song Zhongheng was puzzled.

"Hey, I didn't recognize my master!" After a closer look, Song Zhongheng showed even more joy.

This is simply a pie that fell from the sky!

Without hesitation, Song Zhongheng quickly recognized his master, and then carefully felt the runes inside the iron circle. The deeper he felt, the more shocked Song Zhongheng was; who made this iron circle? It was designed so exquisitely that it had already brought the flame stone to its extreme.

"Beijing Huo Wheel." After taking a closer look, Song Zhongheng found that the name of the iron circle was Fenghuo Wheel.

"It is composed of three fire-attribute runes and then superimposed together. It is much more powerful than engraving three runes; I'm afraid the only one who can achieve this level is the elder; but how could the elder use my weapon refining room?"

"Well, this fire-attribute rune will absorb the temperature outside, causing the whole body to be cold; indeed."

Song Zhongheng was doing well in the weapon refining pavilion. He also knew a lot about the knowledge of weapon refining. It was because of his understanding that he knew the power of the Fenghuo Wheel.

This beacon wheel is no longer just a spiritual weapon, it is simply a work of art.

"Master, it must be refined by the master."

Just like stroking a beauty, Song Zhonghengzai stared at the beacon carefully, his eyes full of burning heat;

He not only amazes the spiritual weapon of Fenghuo Wheel, but also expresses his respect for the people who refine it; because he can refine such a powerful work of art, he must be a master of refining weapons, and only the master of refining weapons has the ability to refine such powerful works.

"Hey, it seems like a sect match today. If I had used the beacon wheel, I might have won a good ranking." A flash of my mind, Song Zhongheng said a little excitedly.

Originally, Song Zhongheng was not interested in sect Xiaobi!

Because his strength is only middle-class among the outer disciples, it is impossible to beat the top ten outer disciples, so it is useless to go there. Rather than this, it is better to come to the weapon refining pavilion to make spiritual weapons and make them cost-effectively.

But now it’s different. With such a powerful spiritual weapon as Fenghuo Wheel, Song Zhongheng knew that his strength would definitely be improved to a new level. It is not difficult to compete for a place among the top ten outer disciples. He may even defeat the first one, become the leader of the top ten outer disciples, defeat the inner disciples, and become the inner disciples.

"The top ten outer disciples can receive ten spirit stones every month. If I get this treatment, I will make progress in my cultivation." Song Zhongheng flashed a strange look, and a covetous expression appeared on his face.

Practice is essential to sailing against the current, Tao, Dharma, companion, and wealth.

Now, if you have the opportunity to obtain spirit stones and speed up your cultivation, how can Song Zhongheng let it go easily?

There were several outer disciples with the same expression as Song Zhongheng. These outer disciples were all mediocre, but at this time they calmly and confidently walked out of the weapon refining room. Other outer disciples saw their companions in their daily life, and looked over in surprise.

"Hi, Song Zhongheng, where are you going?" An outer disciple saw Song Zhongheng coming out of the refining room with great energy and greeted him.

At this time, with the beacon wheel, Song Zhongheng seemed a little proud and said, "Of course I'm going to participate in the sect competition."

"Why are you going to participate in a small sect competition? Are you going to bully the peddler disciples? Are you embarrassed to do this?" the disciple said in surprise.

"Hmph, I want to challenge the top ten outer disciples. In the future, I will be the top ten outer disciples." Song Zhongheng swears.

After hearing this, the disciple showed a sarcastic smile and said, "Just you, Song Zhongheng, your strength is in the middle of the outer disciples. If you want to challenge the top ten outer disciples with such strength, I think you were kicked by a donkey in the head."

"Haha, Song Zhongheng is stupid." The disciples of the weapon refining pavilion who passed by also looked at Song Zhongheng and sarcastically said.

Seeing this, Song Zhongheng felt a little proud in his heart and said to himself: "Hmph, when I become the top ten outer disciples, I see that you dare to underestimate me."

Holding the beacon wheel tightly, Song Zhongheng walked out of the weapon refining pavilion.

As soon as they walked out of the weapon refining pavilion, Song Zhongheng saw several figures. They had just walked out of the weapon refining pavilion. This is not the point, the point is that these people were holding strange Eastern weapons in their hands.

Someone took a blue bead;

Someone took a small hill.

There is a green dead tree.

There is also a golden spear.

"Could it be?" Song Zhongheng stared at the strange things in these people's hands, and a trace of nervousness flashed; all of these people, Song Zhongheng knew them;

The person who took the blue pillar was an outer disciple of the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Chen Liang, his strength belongs to the middle and lower reaches, and he has no talent on weekdays. He belongs to an ordinary outer disciple.

The one who takes the yellow hill is called Huang Jian, who is also an ordinary outer disciple and has ordinary strength.

He looked timid with the green dead wood, but at this time he raised his head and showed a strange arrogant expression. His name was Wu Wei.

The person who holds the golden spear is a bit famous, and is called Jiang Shaoqing. He has little talent in refining weapons, but he is very strong.

"These people must have obtained spiritual weapons refined by the weapon refining master, so they are confident to come out to participate in the sect competition." Song Zhongheng pinched the beacon wheel in his hand, and a little fear flashed in his eyes;

What he feared was not the strength of these people, but whether the spiritual weapons in their hands were stronger than his own.

"If the spiritual weapons in my hand are higher than theirs, I naturally don't have to be afraid of them; if the weapon refiner spends more effort on their spiritual weapons, I'm afraid I will not be the opponent." Song Zhongheng's eyes were very serious and he said in a deep voice.

When Song Zhongheng looked at them, these people were also looking at Song Zhongheng;

These people all obtained the spiritual weapons refined by Qin Feng, so they knew the horror of the spiritual weapons.

This kind of horror is exactly where several people fear each other;

Jiang Shaoqing glanced around, pinched the King Kong spear in his hand, shouted coldly, and walked towards the Weili Pavilion Mountain, heading towards the Yingjian Pavilion of the sect Xiaobi.

"With the King Kong Spear, this time the number one in the outer gate must be mine." Jiang Shaoqing said coldly with a solemn expression.

After saying that, he waved at the rock next to him with a Vajra gun;

instigate……

Puchi...

The spear emitted a golden light, leaving a bottomless crack on the rocks.
Chapter completed!