Chapter 1762: Even cheating can’t win

At this time, the appearance of the immortal sword had undergone some slight changes due to the sacrificial charm of the three immortal weapons. The uneven bumps began to become flat, and the sword body also changed from gray-yellow to light yellow at the beginning.

Then we got down and had another competition, with more than a dozen immortal weapons on the field, but the results were surprisingly consistent, all of which were broken under He Sheng's immortal sword.

Song Changjiang's face had completely darkened, because the next person to play was his disciple Zhang Dakui. Among the immortal weapons that were destroyed by He Sheng just now, there were also some low-level interruptions or low-level peaks, but without exception, they were cut off by He Sheng's sword.

This brought great pressure to Zhang Dakui. He knew that the master was watching from the side. If he could not even qualify for this marginal area, he could imagine how the master would punish him.

Jiufang Mingyue and the four maids around them are now extremely calm. They have no doubt that with He Sheng’s weapon refining strength, they can win the first place in this small area, and they even have hope to show their strength in the central area.

With a nervous mood, Zhang Dakui finally walked opposite He Sheng.

Si Ming still said expressionlessly: "Prepare, bump!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Sheng swung a sword casually as before, and the same was true for Zhang Dakui on the opposite side. However, when Zhang Dakui's meteor hammer hit He Sheng's immortal sword, Zhang Dakui suddenly increased his spiritual power.

Si Ming, who was hosting the competition, frowned, but it was too late to stop it. Song Changjiang's face turned even darker. He hoped that Zhang Dakui would win, but wasn't this kid cheating slapped himself in the face in public?

But after thinking about it, if he could smash He Sheng's fairy sword and save his face in front of Jiufang Mingyue to a certain extent, he would not stop him.

Jiufang Mingyue's eyes narrowed, but when she saw He Sheng's relaxed expression, she immediately calmed down.

He Sheng noticed it as soon as Zhang Dakui changed his spiritual power, but he did not make any changes. He still slashed the immortal sword in his hand, and he did not even make corresponding moves to improve his spiritual power. In He Sheng's view, it was not necessary. The immortal weapon he had refined was not comparable to that of the meteor hammer in Zhang Dakui's hand. Even if Zhang Dakui took all his strength, he would not hurt him at all.

The situation was indeed as He Sheng expected, and Zhang Dakui's meteor hammer was destroyed by his sword.

Zhang Dakui stumbled his mouth, and wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

"Serious disciple!"

Song Changjiang flashed in front of Zhang Dakui, slapped Zhang Dakui hard, and flew backwards more than ten feet away.

Song Changjiang could not bear Zhang Dakui's incompetence at all. Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

Even cheating can't win.

"You don't have to give me face if you cheat, even if you punish me."

After Song Changjiang threw down a word, he left without leaving a moment. This time he really threw his face to his grandma's house.

After hearing this, Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, realized that Zhang Dakui was Song Changjiang's apprentice. Although Song Changjiang was allowed to deal with it, they were not Xiaobai who did not understand the world. So they just punished Zhang Dakui for one thousand whipping and then left it alone.

Song Changjiang is Siming, who supervises this large area. They can't drive Zhang Dakui from the Jiuling Taoist Courtyard!

Fortunately, He Sheng, the person involved, did not investigate in depth, and the matter was just over. After Zhang Dakui's incident, the monks who were queuing up to compete with He Sheng looked even more bitter than bitter gourd. Even Zhang Dakui used the second-grade Immortal Spirit power to operate the low-grade peak meteor hammer, but they were cut off by He Sheng's sword. What hope did they have?

What's the difference between going to die? So the next competition in this small area turned into a boring and boring suicide competition scene.

One by one, the monks walked to He Sheng mechanically and collided with his fairy sword.

Of course, the ending has been clearly arranged.

Later, He Sheng was too lazy to take action, so he inserted his fairy sword on the ground and allowed the monks behind to chop.

The monks behind them all felt that their dignity had been hit by tens of thousands of critical hits, but they had no way to deal with He Sheng. He Sheng's immortal sword was like an ultimate boss, so powerful that it was so powerful that it was so hateful that it was so heartless, but it was only a pity to do anything.

The two Simings who hosted the competition should be the easiest of all Simings who hosted the competition! There is no need to contribute to your own efforts, it is entirely an assembly line homework.

At this moment, they were extremely excited inside, maybe they would witness the birth of a magical artifact.

As the fairy sword absorbed the spiritual charm of the immortal weapons, the fairy sword changed a little again. The originally whispered bumps on the sword completely disappeared, and the entire sword body became flat, and its color changed from light yellow to dark yellow.

Although everyone praised it, except He Sheng and Jiufang Mingyue, no monk could see the clues of this sword.

After half a stick of incense, He Sheng was the first to complete all competitions. He Sheng's fairy sword fought to the end and became the number one in this area.

"Junior Brother He, congratulations!"

Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, said with a smile on his face.

At this moment, they had only one idea in their mind, that is, to hug He Sheng's thigh quickly. He wouldn't say that He Sheng had refined a top-grade cauldron before, and now he has a great hope to compete for the first place in the central area. Who would like to miss such a weapon refining master?

He Sheng is not the kind of person who is above the top. Seeing that the two Si Mings were so polite, he also smiled and said, "Thank you, Si Mings, I'm just a lucky person."

One of the people, Si Ming turned his eyes and said, "I wonder if my junior brother, can you name this fairy sword?"

He Sheng was confused and said in a little confused: "Not yet."

Si Ming then showed a sly smile on his lips: "Then Junior Brother He, can you ask Senior Brother to give your fairy sword a name?"

At this time, another Si Ming suddenly realized and secretly called his companion too cunning. Why didn’t he think of this idea?

If you can't do it, you have to think of a name as soon as possible.

Obviously, the two of them had already predicted that the rise of He Sheng's immortal sword was a foregone conclusion. If the immortal sword was given a name to He Sheng for recognition, then it is conceivable that when He Sheng's immortal sword became famous in the Taoist temple, they would also be honored.

He Sheng finally understood Si Ming's intention, but there was no malice, so He Sheng said: "Si Ming also asked Si Ming to talk about it. If it is appropriate, He Sheng will be named after what Si Ming said."

Na Si Ming smiled and said, "I saw that this fairy sword is invincible, its power is like a dragon and indestructible. Why not just call it Dragon Ya!"

"Dragon Teeth, Dragon Teeth!"

He Sheng muttered a few words and thought the name was good, "Thank you for Si Ming's name, and this immortal sword will be called Longya from now on."

The smile on Si Ming's face was even worse by the recognition of He Sheng. When he thought of his name in the future, he might have passed on with the birth of the immortal sword. His eyebrows and eyes were almost smiling into a slit.
Chapter completed!