Chapter 1760     Fire Stick

First, because this method is extremely complicated, and second, because it requires a lot of spiritual power to use this method, it is impossible to achieve it with the peak strength of He Sheng Xianling's second-grade Immortal Spirit.

He Sheng almost used all his spiritual power just as soon as he used this magic. Just as Song Changjiang shook his head repeatedly and Jiufang Mingyue was about to use his spiritual power to completely use He Sheng's spiritual power to throw out the refining furnace, it was incredible that He Sheng's spiritual power was filled again.

Song Changjiang was stunned. How did this kid do it? I didn’t see him taking pills or sucking spirit stones!

Jiufang Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief and almost forgot that there was a Qilin in this kid's body!

That's right, just when He Sheng's spiritual power was about to be exhausted, he hurriedly contacted Xiao Qilin, and Qilin would replenish his spiritual power.

As He Sheng's spiritual power was replenished again, the twenty-foot-high refining furnace gradually changed from fiery red to golden yellow, and some black liquid flowed out from time to time. This was the impurities used by He Sheng to discharge the body of the refining furnace.

The refining furnace rotated like a top, and a sound like a roar of wild beasts appeared in the entire area. This sound included the sound of the fusion of five kinds of divine iron stones in the refining furnace, and the sound made by the qualitative transformation of the refining furnace.

Half an hour later, the refining furnace finally stopped rotating. Everyone looked at it and turned the originally bronze refining furnace into a transparent jade material. Si Ming present couldn't help but take a deep breath. Naturally, they could see that the current refining furnace had become a top-grade refining furnace, and such refining furnaces were only dozens of them in the Jiuling Taoist Courtyard.

If this was refined by the President of the Grand Siming or other respected Siming, everyone would not be too surprised, but this top-grade weapon refining furnace was only refined by a second-grade immortal cultivator!

"What a miracle!"

You Si Ming couldn't help but tell.

The quality of the weapon refining furnace has been upgraded, which is naturally enough to help He Sheng refine the immortal sword. Through the weapon refining furnace, everyone saw that one of the immortal swords that was more than three meters long was slowly forming. However, the appearance of this immortal sword was really not good enough to be praised.

How to say it?

It was like a naughty boy made it with mud. The whole body of the fairy sword was ugly and gray-yellow, and it was covered with mottled lumps. There was no smoothness of the fairy sword. If it was taken to the kitchen as a fire stick, it might be despised.

There is a saying in the artifact refining world that looks like appearance!

Generally, powerful immortal weapons have absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and their quality will not be bad. Only that kind of waste will be ugly.

Everyone was disappointed. They thought why did they have such a big fight and would definitely refine some shocking immortal weapons?

I didn't expect it to be so unsightly.

"Junior Sister Mingyue, He Sheng has done a good job. Look at the alchemy furnace he refined, it means that he has reached the level of a top-grade weapon refiner."

"But, He Sheng may have performed poorly and put the cart before the horse. This time, the refining weapon was to refine the immortal weapon. What a pity!"

Originally, when Song Changjiang saw He Sheng refining a top-grade refining furnace, he thought his disciple had no hope and stood out in this area. However, after seeing the immortal sword he refined, he found confidence again. Now the competition time is almost over, and even if He Sheng wants to refine the immortal weapon again, it is too late.

Jiufang Mingyue's face also changed from surprise at the beginning to depression, "Boy, wait to welcome my anger!"

He Sheng naturally had no idea about these things. At this time, a smile came from the corner of his mouth. This fairy sword was not what people see now, or this fairy sword was just a semi-finished product.

He Sheng used a sword-making technique in the inheritance of the Seven Treasures Immortals. This sword-making technique can be said to be very suitable for the current competition environment.

However, it seems that no monk except He Sheng can see all this.

At this time, another bell came, and Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, shouted: "Time is up! Turn off the stove!"

At this time, some monks who had not yet successfully refined became anxious.

"No! Siming, I'm still a little short of it. Give me another quarter of an hour!"

They want to delay as much as possible.

However, when dealing with these monks who did not extinguish the fire according to the order, Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, waved his hand and forced the fire to extinguish. If the monk dared to resist, he would slap him away.

Unfortunately, in the area where He Sheng competed, there were one or two people who were ignorant of politeness. When he saw those monks who were blown away, He Sheng shook his head, why bother?

Isn't it just a competition?

Jiufang Mingyue seemed to have noticed He Sheng's indifferent expression, and she was so angry that she was already thinking about some torture in her mind.

Song Changjiang smiled like a chrysanthemum on his face. He seemed to have seen his disciple smashing He Sheng's ugly fairy sword. If his disciple could overwhelm He Sheng in refining weapons, it would at least prove that he was able to teach his disciples, which was better than Jiufang Mingyue. This awesome person he could brag in Jiuling Taoist Courtyard for the rest of his life.

"Come the ones who have refined the immortal weapons and get them in front in turn."

At this time, Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, shouted again.

Those monks who think they are unparalleled in the immortal weapons they have refined are scrambling to take them to Si Ming, but there are also those who are lucky. They know the rules of the competition, that is, the more they are refined, the fewer the collisions will be made, which can minimize the loss of the immortal weapons.

So these people were reluctant to come to power and were waiting for the last excitement. Here was Song Changjiang's disciple Zhang Dakui.

However, what everyone could not imagine was that He Sheng, the least optimistic person, was the first to get Si Ming in front of him. Jiufang Mingyue sighed with regret. In her opinion, He Sheng's performance was given up on treatment and wanted to end the competition as soon as possible.

The two Si Ming, who was hosting the competition, probably thought so. Originally, when they saw He Sheng appear in the competition area he hosted, they thought He Sheng could bring surprises to him?

Unexpectedly, He Sheng actually refined such an ugly immortal sword that he used as a fire stick.

At this time, another monk behind He Sheng stood up happily with the mace he had refined. His eyes were full of contempt. He had regretted the first appearance.

If his immortal weapon was destroyed in the first collision, wouldn’t it be shameless? But when he saw He Sheng’s fire stick, his mouth was almost laughing. It seemed that he was stable.

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Although neither Si Ming looked down on He Sheng, they were still responsible and said to the two of them with expressionless expression: Suppress their cultivation to the first level of immortal spirit, prepare and bump!"

As Si Ming said, the two of them waved their own immortal weapons. The monk holding a mace was full of confidence and pretended to wave the mace and played a move. Then he threw his head aside and showed a pos who was against no one else's weapons.

In his opinion, do you still need to see it yourself?

No matter what He Sheng does, as long as the two of them use the first-grade spiritual power of the fairy spirit at the same time.

His mace must be able to smash He Sheng's fire stick.

He Sheng didn't take it too seriously, and he waved the fairy sword in his hand quite casually. He already knew what the result was.

"Bang"! A dull sound came, and then a burst of iron slags flew over.

The monk holding a mace in his hand said with a smile: "Give me!"

When the word "Jie" was just spit out, he saw the people around him looking at him like a fool, and he seemed to realize something was wrong.
Chapter completed!