Chapter 1763: Normal performance

After the competition in this area, He Sheng came to Jiufang Mingyue, who wanted to get some praise from Jiufang Mingyue.

Unexpectedly, Jiufang Mingyue not only did not praise her, but also said with a stern face: "The performance is average!"

What, this is still average!

The maids around Jiufang Mingyue could hardly stand watching, and the lady was really verbal!

They followed Jiufang Mingyue and watched all the expressions of Jiufang Mingyue, from the initial frustration to the shock later, to the end when they saw Song Changjiang running away in panic.

As a result, the lady finished the summary with just one sentence.

However, these maids did not dare to go against the will of Jiufang Mingyue, so they had to secretly give He Sheng a thumbs up to praise him.

Although He Sheng did not hear his expectant words in Jiufang Mingyue's mouth, the competition had to continue. He followed Jiufang Mingyue again to the large area here for the second round of competition.

He Sheng was also the first monk to come and participate in the second round of competition. Like the first round of competition, the second round was still the first monk in these dozen small areas, who used their immortal weapons to collide with each other and determine the first in the entire large area.

Those who win the first place in the end are qualified to compete with dozens of other major regions to compete with the first place in the entire hospital.

Song Changjiang was supposed to be the one who hosted the competition in this large area, but he really had no face to see Jiu Fang Mingyue again, so he changed his position with Si Ming in the next area.

at this time.

He Sheng’s performance in the first competition.

Si Ming, who had been temporarily replaced, was known to him, but when he saw that He Sheng was just a not-so-sighted fairy sword in his hand, he was still a little surprised where the fairy sword was.

This is obviously just a low-grade peak fairy sword!

It's no wonder Si Ming couldn't see He Sheng's artifact sacrifice. After all, the Qibao Tianxian was a figure hundreds of years ago. In addition, this weapon refining technique is quite a bit off. If Jiufang Mingyue was Situ Ting's apprentice, he might not have recognized it.

Not long after, almost all the monks who came to participate in the second round of the competition were here, so a new round of collision began under Si Ming's arrangement.

He Sheng was still ranked first, and the other monks looked at him like fools. After the first round of competition, many of their immortal weapons had cracks or hidden injuries. Even the monks who were sure of them would not dare to go up and take the lead.

In this way, the immortal weapon will be constantly collided, so except for He Sheng, every monk wants to shrink behind, and it is best to be the last one to play. In that way, he only needs to have a collision to decide the winner.

Seeing He Sheng standing in the field for a long time, no monk came out for the competition. Si Ming was furious and pointed at a monk casually and said, "Come on!"

The monk who was called was helpless and could only admit his bad luck. But when he saw the fairy sword in He Sheng's hand was not very good, he instantly had some confidence. Even if his immortal weapon could not last the end, it would not be the first to be defeated.

He Sheng didn't care at all about the immortal weapon in the hands of this monk. No matter how strong the other person's immortal weapon was, no one here was stronger than his.

"Okay, everyone will take their place and prepare to hit!"

Si Ming did not talk nonsense and started to host the competition directly.

The monk opposite He Sheng was full of confidence and held the nine-ring sword in his hand, and slashed at He Sheng's immortal sword with great momentum. Although both sides could only use the first-grade spiritual power of the immortal spirit, the monk believed that momentum was very important, which could cause great psychological pressure on the other party.

But he was obviously thinking too much, He Sheng yawned and waved his sword casually.

"Crack"! With a sound, the nine-ring sword broke into two pieces instantly, and the other monk's face, which made an exaggerated expression, turned green in an instant.

how so?

The opponent is obviously just an ordinary fairy sword!

The so-called "literary is the first, martial arts are the second," especially in this kind of competition where the outcome is obvious at a glance. If you lose, you will lose. Even though the monk is unwilling to give up, he has to end up in shame.

Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, was also more surprised by the fairy sword in He Sheng's hand, because when He Sheng's fairy sword cut off the nine-ring sword, he had an illusion that the quality of the fairy sword in He Sheng's hand had improved, and he jumped from the peak of the lower grade to the middle grade low grade.

A smile appeared on the corner of He Sheng's mouth. The improvement with these second-round monks is fast. The effect required to cut off several immortal weapons in the first round. In the second round, it is enough to cut off one, because the immortal weapons they refined are at least at the peak of the lower grades.

"Next!"

Si Ming couldn't wait to see again, and He Sheng's performance of the fairy sword in his hand.

The monk who appeared this time had his immortal weapon a square sky painting halberd, but no matter how majestic the immortal weapon it seemed, he could not escape the end of being cut off by the immortal sword in He Sheng's hand.

Si Ming, who was in charge of the competition, was completely amazed by He Sheng's immortal sword.

So a scene that appeared in the first competition appeared again in the second round of competition. The monks who participated in the competition were once again reduced to products on the assembly line. They only needed to perform three monotonous actions, that is, come, bump, and go.

The Dragon Tooth Fairy Sword in He Sheng's hand once again became a nightmare for monks in the second round.

Jiufang Mingyue looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. This is why she should be my disciple!

Not long after, the second round of competition ended unexpectedly smoothly.

Si Ming, who was hosting the competition, could not close his mouth and was completely stunned by He Sheng's immortal sword. Because after this competition, he found that the quality of the immortal sword in He Sheng's hand had been improved to the middle level again.

"Junior Brother He, can you see your fairy sword with me?"

Na Siming said with a smile.

"sure!"

He Sheng handed over the immortal sword.

Si Ming carefully held the Dragon Tooth Fairy Sword, touching the sword with his fingers on the sword edge, and countless information was constantly generated in his mind, including the middle-grade fairy sword, cutting the god iron into the blade, heavy iron into the heart, and sucking gold into the tip. A fairy sword actually has five kinds of magic iron smelting.

"Okay, okay, it's such a peerless sword!"

Si Ming called out three good words with his face.

"Well, Junior Brother He, I wonder if your fairy sword has a name?"

"Forehead!"

He Sheng twitched his mouth, why did Si Ming fight and give him the idea of ​​naming his fairy sword.

"It already has a name, Dragon Teeth!"

He Sheng said speechlessly.

"Dragon Teeth Dragon Teeth, good name!"

I wish Junior Brother He can represent our region to win the first place.

After saying goodbye to Si Ming, He Sheng followed Jiufang Mingyue to the central area again, where would the third round of competition be held, and finally the first place in the refining competition was decided.

Jiufang Mingyue still did not give He Sheng a good look, but with He Sheng's understanding of Jiufang Mingyue, she did not give any comments, which proved that in Jiufang Mingyue's heart, He Sheng did a good job and did not need to be modified.

Jiufang Mingyue walked in front, feeling happy in her heart. She seemed to be back to her first time in the Taoist temple competition, but that time he was still by her side.

"Senior Brother He, Senior Brother He!"

Zhou Ling'er's excitement came from behind.

He Sheng turned his head to look at Zhou Ling'er, and saw the little girl running towards her. She still had the four-scenery hairpin given by He Sheng yesterday on her head, "Senior Brother He, are you here to participate in the last round of competition?"

Zhou Ling'er said happily.
Chapter completed!