"Hmph, don't show off."

"Now there are less than two days left, you will definitely lose!"

Baimao looked at Chen Feng and said arrogantly.

Chen Feng didn't even look at him and walked to the center of the refining furnace.

Then, his eyes swept across everyone.

"You guys, please look forward to it!"

Buzz!

Chen Feng's hand suddenly put it into the fire.

Suddenly, the flame turned into a forest white.

A strange cold emanates from it, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Extraordinary Fire?"

"It's actually a strange fire!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Luochuan, another strange fire appeared.

No wonder, this person named Chen Feng is so arrogant.

It turns out that it is because of the strange fire.

Even the white-haired young man's face changed and his eyelids kept beating wildly.

The strange fire is simply too important for the refiners or alchemists.

That is a magic weapon.

With a strange fire in hand, all miracles can happen.

hateful!

The white-haired young man cursed inwardly, and a chill flashed in his eyes.

An uneasiness arises in my heart.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The bone spirit cold fire in the body spreads rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire square was enveloped.

Liang Kuohai and others were forced to retreat continuously by the strange cold and heat of the flames.

They all reached the edge of the square, with a look of shock.

"What is he going to do?"

The white-haired young man sneered and said disdainfully.

"This is a weapon refining competition, not to let you show off your strange fire."

"You don't practice anything, so you might as well admit defeat."

"That's right, why doesn't he practice anything?" Others also started to talk.

From the beginning to now, Chen Feng has not even taken out a piece of refining material.

What exactly is this doing?

Duanmu Song was standing aside, and his heart skipped a beat.

Damn, Mr. Chen has forgotten to prepare the refining materials, right?

Duanmusong hurriedly shouted at Chen Feng.

"Young Master Chen, what refining materials do you need?"

"I have a lot of good things with me."

Liang Kuohai was beside him and hurriedly spoke.

"The weapon refining pavilion can also provide weapon refining materials."

However, Chen Feng seemed to have not heard of it, and closed his eyes and did not move.

The range of the bone spirit cold fire began to gradually shrink.

Finally, he returned to Chen Feng's palm.

"Huh~"

Chen Feng gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

On the forehead, there were actually fine beads of sweat.

In just over a dozen minutes, Chen Feng felt exhausted.

Refining weapons is too tiring.

"alright!"

Chen Feng wiped his sweat, took away the bone spirit cold fire, and smiled faintly at Duanmusong.

puff!

OK, OK?

Everyone was confused and looked at Chen Feng's extremely strangeness.

Are you, you haven’t practiced anything, and now you have agreed?

What a fuss?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The white-haired young man laughed first, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"I said, are you funny?"

"Come on here and come here to be funny?"

"It's okay, it's good, your sister!"

"What about you refined, take out the things you have refined!"

Chen Feng shook his head and said lightly.

"It's better to compare between you first."

"As soon as I take it out, the things you have refined will make no sense."

"Haha, haha!" Baimao kept sneering.

"This is the funnyest joke I've ever heard."

"Come on, let's not worry about him, let's start first." Someone started to say.

Obviously, everyone showed disgust towards Chen Feng.

These masters of tool training speak by their ability.

From beginning to end, Chen Feng had no weapons to refine, and it seemed like a nonsense guy.

They were filled with contempt.

Soon, everyone began to fight according to the rules.

Suddenly, some people cheered and some sighed.

Luo Chuan's mouth raised, his face smiled, and walked directly to Baimao.

"Let's compete with each other?"

Baimao's face changed and she swallowed nervously.

Luochuan used it, but it was a strange fire.

His chances of winning are definitely not great.

He is, why did he come to me?

Baimao cursed in her heart, but the rules were like this, but she had to compare with Luo Chuan.

Soon, the white eyes twitched, and his face was full of depression.

"I lost."

"Hahahaha, OK!" Duanmu Song couldn't help laughing.

"Young Master Luo, you're doing a pretty job!"

The white-haired young man immediately looked at Duanmusong in anger and shouted with a gloomy face.

"What are you calling!"
To be continued...