Chapter 1766: I'm going to be a slap

This is the best immortal weapon she has refined according to her own ideas, and she still wants to stay and treasure it?

But seeing the consequences of the dozen monks in front of her, she was completely discouraged.

Seeing Zhou Ling'er's pitiful appearance, He Sheng was a little embarrassed to start. Finally, for Zhou Yanzhao's sake, he had to let Zhou Ling'er's immortal weapon become the only immortal sword under He Sheng's sword.

Dasiming could naturally see He Sheng’s little thoughts, so he directly sentenced Zhou Ling'er to defeat.

Zhou Ling'er smiled sweetly at He Sheng.

This made Jiu Fang Mingyue unhappy again, "Damn little girl, dare to act cute and ask for help."

Jiufang Mingyue secretly made up her mind to teach more immortal techniques in the future, so that He Sheng could practice day and night, and cut off contact with outside monks, especially Zhou Ling'er, who wanted to block Zhou Ling'er in the Mingyue Palace and would not allow her to visit.

Just as Jiufang Mingyue was thinking about the vicious preventive measures, Wang Lun came on the stage.

Many Si Ming, who watched the fun, were cheered up because Wang Lun was the first among the new monks to become a mid-grade weapon refiner. He was rated as the first among the new monks by the Taoist weapon refiner. It was also the existence they believed that he could challenge He Sheng the most.

The Grand Master in the main position also watched Wang Lun's immortal weapon with great interest.

This is a long and narrow sword, somewhat similar to the Tang sword in the secular world, or the Japanese sword in the island country. The blade has two blue and red lights. This is the effect of two kinds of divine irons that can only appear according to specific comparisons. Dasiming couldn't help but nod and sighed inwardly that the Wang family was indeed the top weapon refining family.

Wang Lun's long sword uses far more than two kinds of magical irons. If you look closely, you will find that the blade edge is made of three kinds of magical irons. As a new monk, he has such a wonderful matching ratio. Wang Lun really deserves the title of medium-grade weapon refiner. But it is hard to say whether he is the first among the new monks.

After all, compared to the Wang family behind Wang Lun, Da Siming is more optimistic about the Qibao Immortal behind He Sheng.

"He Sheng, that's the end, I will end your achievements."

Wang Lun held a long sword in his hand and said with great enthusiasm.

As his words fell, there were gusts of wind above the long sword.

"This immortal weapon, long sword, actually has a trace of soul power, and seems to be the only one with Wang Lun's Ronger."

This made the crowd of Siming praise him again.

"No, no, the immortal weapon Wang Lun refines now has soul power. It is not impossible to generate a sword spirit in time. I think He Shengxuan is here."

There are also spiritual weapons above the top-grade immortal weapons, that is, the immortal weapons have their own soul consciousness, which can better cooperate with the master to perform immortal arts.

Anyone who can refine spiritual weapons is not a weapon refining immortal master level.

"Well, Wang Lun's future achievements are immeasurable! It seems that He Sheng is destined to be his whetstone."

"Not bad! If Wang Lun's immortal weapon, the long sword, cut off He Sheng's immortal weapon, then Wang Lun's weapon refining technique is not far from Dacheng."

The weapon refining immortal weapons is not only talented materials or inheritance, but also the most important thing is the mind. If a weapon refiner moves forward in the process of refining weapons, and the Buddha blocks the Buddha and the gods block the gods, then his growth will be thousands of miles a day.

These Si Ming even hoped that He Sheng could take the initiative to defeat Wang Lun, so as to pave the way for Wang Lun and create another weapon refining genius for the Jiuling Taoist Court, just like the Seven Treasures Immortal.

But this is just their personal thought. After all, He Sheng is also gifted and favored by Dasiming and the dean. He is also Jiufang Mingyue's apprentice. Naturally, they dare not express this idea, but this meaning is revealed from their words.

Jiufang Mingyue was extremely unhappy when she heard this and stared at them viciously. She understood that these old guys were creating pressure on He Sheng.

Zhou Ling'er also became anxious. She was ten thousand unwilling to see He Sheng losing at Wang Lun's hands. When she thought of Wang Lun's disgusting face, she wanted to vomit.

But at this time, she had no choice but to pray silently.

He Sheng was naturally not affected by the words of everyone. Instead, he was very excited because Wang Lun's immortal weapon actually had soul power. After cutting off Wang Lun's immortal weapon, his dragon teeth could directly break through the middle-grade and enter the ranks of top-grade immortal weapons.

He Sheng grinned, "Wang Lun, I hope you don't disappoint me."

Wang Lun looked at He Sheng's smile for no reason, and it felt like a weasel smiling at a chicken.

He shook his head and calmed his mind. I am the hunter, and He Sheng was just a prey. I was afraid that he would do something.

"Kill!"

Wang Lun shouted loudly and waved his long sword to slash at He Sheng. His sword energy was more than ten feet long. Although he only used the strength of the first grade of the immortal spirit, his power was not worse than that of some immortal spirits.

"So strong!"

This is the voice of those monks who were cut off from the immortal weapon by He Sheng.

The reason why they still kept watching the competition was to see who could kill He Sheng, the great devil. Wang Lun's appearance gave them hope.

He Sheng couldn't help but become solemn at this time. He could wave his hand to other monks and kill them, but he didn't dare to underestimate Wang Lun.

As the saying goes, a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength?

What's more, Wang Lun is not a rabbit but a mad dog, a mad dog that chooses people to eat.

He Sheng shook his sword body, and the Dragon Tooth Fairy Sword made a "crack" sound. The mottled object attached to the sword actually fell off like a python changing its skin, revealing its smooth and mirror-like true body. It turned out that He Sheng deliberately did the ugly appearance before, just to make his opponent underestimate the enemy.

Now the dragon teeth have transformed into a medium-grade immortal weapon, and there is no need for any disguise.

Everyone saw a golden light soaring into the sky, like a golden dragon.

"This is actually soul power."

A Si Ming exclaimed in surprise.

"And it is countless times higher than Wang Lun's long sword soul power."

"It's a pity, it's a complete pity!"

All the Si Mings were stunned.

For medium-grade immortal weapon, does He Sheng also have the qualifications of a medium-grade weapon refiner?

Moreover, looking at He Sheng’s immortal weapon, anyone with experience in refining weapons can see that the quality of this immortal weapon is slightly higher than that of Wang Lun.

This He Sheng is too evil! Are all the geniuses in the Nine Spirit Testing Units so invincible?

A group of monks whose immortal weapons were shattered by He Sheng did not dare to breathe. Thinking of He Sheng's casualness when he fought against him just now, he tried hard to hit him, and he was even worse than He Sheng's hidden strength!

Originally, these people thought that Wang Lun could allow He Sheng to taste the pain of being cut off from the immortal weapon, but now it seems that Wang Lun is not a child at all!

Wang Lun also felt the changes of He Sheng's Immortal Sword at this time. As the screams of everyone came into his ears, he felt even more inexplicably panic.

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“He Sheng.

I am the legitimate son of a family of weapons refining families. I have unpreferred weapon refining techniques. I am the most worthy of the first one."

"I'm the first one!"

"Break it for me!"

Wang Lun shouted loudly, and Changdao finally fought with He Sheng's Longya.

For a moment, the sword aura passed by like a tornado, rolling up surging dust. Many cultivators with low cultivation could not see the situation of the two of them clearly, but the next second, a high dragon roar came, followed by a golden dragon slamming the sword aura layer by layer.

A figure flew backwards, and the monks could still see it. The man was holding a half-cut blade in his hand. Isn't it that arrogant Wang Lun just now, or who?
Chapter completed!