What is he going to refine?

Listening to the ridicule and ridicule from the crowd, Su Zimo's expression was as usual, as if he hadn't heard it, he walked straight to the Refining Hall.

Because of the three months spent in the formation, and later he devoted most of his attention to the sword formation, Su Zimo's cultivation level did not reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation as expected.

Of course, there are still a few days before his final battle with Feng Haoyu.

In the past few days, Su Zimo has seized the time to practice and still has the opportunity to step into the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

"Brother, come on!"

In the crowd, the little fat man's voice sounded and he shook his fist at Su Zimo.

Su Zimo smiled slightly, nodded, and entered the refining hall.

In the hall, Xue Yi and others nodded when they saw Su Zimo.

"Junior Brother Su, don't mess up your mind because of the words outside, calm your mind, you can definitely win!" Xue Yi whispered as he passed by Xue Yi.

"Well, Brother Xue is the same."

Su Zimo responded with a smile.

"Don't worry, now I have also cultivated a second-level spirit fire, and I may not lose to Feng Haoyu." A flash of confidence flashed in Xue Yi's eyes.

In the stage of the condensing gas realm, it is already quite difficult to cultivate a second-level spirit fire.

This time, Su Zimo did not stand behind the hall, but walked directly to the front, standing next to Feng Haoyu.

The smell of gunpowder gradually permeated the hall.

"Junior Brother Su, I haven't seen you for half a year. Your cultivation level has not increased much, but you have become more courageous." Feng Haoyu glanced at Su Zimo and said faintly.

"I have always been courageous." Su Zimo's tone was calm, without squinting.

Feng Haoyu said again: "If you beg for mercy and surrender now, after Lingfeng becomes more skilled, I will give you a face and won't let you lose too badly."

"Is it?"

Su Zimo smiled lightly.

Feng Haoyu's two words, of course, are not simply trying to argue with Su Zimo, but the more important purpose is to disturb Su Zimo's mind.

Whether it is refining tools or refining alchemy, if the mind fluctuates slightly, it may fail.

It's a pity that Feng Haoyu's goal was not achieved. His two punches seemed to be hitting cotton, and he couldn't force himself.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing."

The corner of Feng Haoyu's mouth was slightly raised, and suddenly he stretched out his palm, and a flame rose in his palm.

Dark red, second-level spirit fire!

Immediately afterwards, Feng Haoyu's palm stirred, and a burst of spiritual wind poured into the second-level spiritual fire.

call!

The flame rose sharply, the color increased, and it turned into crimson in a blink of an eye.

Level 3 Spirit Fire!

At this moment, Feng Haoyu's voice sounded: "I have also cultivated a third-level spiritual fire, and your greatest support is nothing in front of me."

Feng Haoyu's intention was obvious, just to put pressure on it again!

The more pressure Su Zimo is under, the more nervous and the easier it is to make mistakes!

Seeing the third-level spirit fire in Feng Haoyu's palm, a cry of exclamation came from inside and outside the hall.

"Originally I thought that this first contest might be fierce, but now it seems that Su Zimo has little chance of winning."

"Yes, the two have the same spirit fire level, so how can Su Zimo's refining technique compare to Senior Brother Feng."

Xue Yi's eyes dimmed.

He tried his best to cultivate the second-level spirit fire. He thought he could compete with Feng Haoyu, but he was still weaker.

The other disciples who participated in the Qifeng Competition also became solemn and suddenly became nervous.

In the hall, only Su Zimo's expression was calm, he just took a faint look, and then withdrew his gaze.

Seeing this scene, the first seat of Wufeng gave a secret compliment in his heart.

In any case, just this calm and calm attitude is enough to look down upon the audience.

The old man stood up and pressed his hands down, and the crowd gradually calmed down.

"All the disciples who participated in the Qifeng competition can come forward to select spiritual materials and refining any weapons at will. After the refining is over, the weapons will be handed in and the final judgment will be made."

As the old man's voice fell, the disciples in the hall stepped forward to choose the spirit mine they needed.

There are dozens of piles of spirit mines in front. The main spirit mine for refining flying swords is the most red gold stone, and other spirit mines are relatively rare.

There are also some particulars in the selection of materials for the first step of refining.

If you want to refine flying swords, you can add two or three kinds of auxiliary spirit mines in addition to the red gold stone.

The added spirit mine is too much, which means that there will be more impurities, the refining will be more difficult, and the refining time will be longer.

Every time the Qifeng is more skilled, no disciple can refine the low-grade spirit weapon.

Everyone's refining are all pseudo-spirit weapons. On the one hand, it depends on the quality, and on the other hand, it depends on the speed of refining.

Soon, many disciples were selected.

Only Su Zimo was still wandering in front of a dozen piles of spirit mines, not knowing what he was thinking.

Su Zimo already has six flying swords.

After thinking a little bit, Su Zimo picked a few of them from a dozen piles of spirit mines and took them home.

This scene naturally attracted ridicule from many people.

The more spirit mines, the heavier the spirit weapon will naturally be. If you refine a flying sword, you will lose the advantage of the flying sword's flexibility and lightness.

"Is this Su Zimo stupid? He doesn't want to refine a big hammer, haha!"

"Looking at this posture, it's possible."

"Don't laugh, maybe people want to refine a giant flying sword and sacrifice it to scare you to death!"

There was a sound of discussion outside the hall.

Even the old man frowned slightly when he saw Su Zimo's behavior, and his face was puzzled.

Many disciples returned to their respective positions and moved out of the refining cauldron, all ready.

The old man waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Qifeng is more artful, it's officially started!"

As soon as the voice fell, fires burst into the hall.

Pillars of spiritual fire leaped in the palms of many disciples, and the whole hall was glowing red, and the outside of the hall also fell silent.

Among them, the three-level spirit fires of Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo are the most eye-catching.

Secondly, it is Xue Yi's second-level spirit fire.

The second step of refining, Wen Ding.

Almost at the same time, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo were the first to finish Wen Ding and began to put them in the spirit mine.

The movements of the two are very smooth, obviously they have worked hard.

The first seat of Wufeng nodded secretly.

The crimson flame continued to burn under the refining cauldron, and the temperature inside the cauldron rose. After a while, the spirit mine began to melt.

Because Su Zimo's spirit mines are numerous and mixed, the smelting speed is obviously much slower.

Even with the help of Level 3 Spirit Fire, Su Zimo has fallen behind most of the disciples in this step.

After half an hour, the spirit mine liquid in Feng Hao Yu Cauldron no longer decreased, and the first smelting was over.

And in Su Zimo's refining cauldron, many spirit mines had just melted and burned red, with bubbles bubbling and continuously refining impurities.

At this time, Feng Haoyu's advantage was already obvious, far ahead of Su Zimo.

But Su Zimo was not in a hurry. He stared at the many spirit mines in the refining cauldron, and kept increasing the flames to refine the impurities in the spirit mines as much as possible.

When Feng Haoyu finished shaping and began the fourth step of training.

Su Zimo has just finished smelting, two steps behind!

There is a lot of spirit mine liquid left in Su Zimo's refining cauldron, not to mention refining a flying sword, even a few flying swords are more than enough.

What kind of spiritual weapon does he want to refine?

A question flashed across the hearts of everyone at the same time.