Chapter 118

For many years, there has never been such a chaotic scene in Qifeng Art.

Of course, there has never been a person like Su Zimo before.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Zimo is a desperate lunatic.

"Huh! I think he knows he will lose, so he is playing mystery here."

"Let me see, Su Zimo's heart is unpredictable. His move just now may be to hurt Senior Brother Feng, so that the final duel between the two won't be necessary."

Outside the hall, there are all kinds of speculations and discussions.

"Su Zimo, do you want to gather spirits or give up gathering spirits, why did you make such an abnormal behavior?" Wenxuan, the first seat of Lingfeng, frowned and asked sharply.

Su Zimo smiled and said, "Of course it is to gather spirits."

"Why did Juling remove the refining cauldron?" Wen Xuan asked again.

"No?"

Su Zimo asked back, Wen Xuan was at a loss.

There is really no regulation in the refining device, the gathering of spirits must be carried out in the refining cauldron, but this move is too weird and incomprehensible.

At this moment, while gathering spirits, Su Zimo looked back at Feng Haoyu and asked with a smile: "Feng Haoyu, do you think you are determined to win?"

"Humph!"

Feng Haoyu snorted coldly, and said coldly: "I don't believe you can successfully gather spirits!"

"Okay, let you see."

In fact, during the conversation at this moment, Su Zimo had tried to gather spirits many times, but felt the danger and stopped in time.

But this time, a sign of a spirit pattern faintly appeared on the axe, but there were no signs of danger.

Su Zimo was overjoyed.

It's done!

Hum!

With a trembling, the axe's body was full of aura, and a dazzling glow burst out before everyone's eyes.

Netherweave!

The discussion outside the hall gradually subsided.

Many disciples opened their mouths, staring at this scene dumbfounded, their eyes almost falling out.

Succeeded in gathering spirits?

Isn't it difficult to gather spirits?

Why did Su Zimo talk a few words casually, and he condensed a spirit pattern in a daze?

Not to mention the many disciples outside the hall, even the first seat of the five peaks is filled with confusion and doubts.

luck?

coincide?

What's the situation?

After all, the first of the other Four Peaks didn't know much about the art of refining, they all looked at the bad old man, and his eyes showed inquiries.

The old man pondered for a long time, and didn't think of a reason, so he shook his head.

Su Zimo succeeded in gathering the spirits, and there is no suspense about the first place in Qifeng Competition.

Feng Haoyu's face was hard to look immediately.

Even if his refining speed is fast enough, after all, it is just a pseudo-spirit weapon, without rank.

"Won!"

"Haha, we Qifeng won!"

"Junior Brother Su, good job!"

After a short silence, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

Some Lingfeng disciples who were optimistic about Feng Haoyu were a little downcast.

Until now, they are still a little confused, no matter how ghosts are so strange, this Su Zimo has succeeded in gathering spirits.

And it looks so relaxed?

Others have been refining tools for many years, and they may not be able to refine a low-grade spiritual tool. How can this kid chat and get one?

Feng Haoyu adjusted his mood quickly, sneered, and turned away.

"Very good, very good, you win this game, Danfeng is more artistic, we will compare it again!"

Feng Haoyu's voice came over, but the person had disappeared in the crowd.

With a stab, Su Zimo put the giant axe in the cold water, and a low-grade giant axe was formed, looking fierce and domineering, the blade of the axe shone with cold light, and it seemed to be able to split a mountain!

"Huh! Even if it's a low-grade spirit weapon, what kind of qi practitioner would use such a clumsy axe, it's ridiculous!"

A Lingfeng disciple said sourly.

"You don't like to listen to Fat Master, Fat Master likes this!"

The little fat man was unhappy on the spot.

The Lingfeng disciple sneered: "You like to have a fart, it's someone else's spiritual weapon!"

At this moment, Su Zimo waved at the little fat man and said loudly: "Fat man, this weapon is made for you and is for you."

"Uh..."

The Lingfeng disciple who had just spoken had a pale face, and he got into the crowd dingy and disappeared.

The little fat man ran up to Su Zimo happily, his expression excited, a pair of fleshy palms rubbed back and forth, he wanted to laugh but was not embarrassed.

"Big brother, really, is it for me?"

You know, so far Little Fatty hasn't had a low-grade spiritual weapon near him.

Unexpectedly, Su Zimo personally made a handle for it.

And this giant axe suits him too well, it's just tailor-made.

With this inferior spirit weapon, the little fat man will definitely get a good ranking in the Lingfeng competition.

"Well, take it."

Su Zimo nodded, and handed the giant axe to the little fat man.

The little fat man took it over, couldn't put it down, and said drunkly: "Today I hugged it and fell asleep!"

After that, the little fat man gave a kiss on the giant axe.

Seeing this scene, Wufeng first smiled.

The teenager Hefa whispered: "This favor is not small."

"It's just a pity. If Su Zimo can take this opportunity to refine a low-grade flying sword for himself, maybe he has some chance of winning against the upper hand, Haoyu." Xuan Yi said.

Wen Xuan shook his head and said, "The difference in strength between him and Feng Haoyu is too great, and it can't be made up by two low-grade spiritual weapons."

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, anyway, after winning the first place in Qifeng, Su Zimo will also have the opportunity to choose a low-grade spiritual tool in the spiritual tool pavilion."

The old man stood up and said loudly: "The result of the Qifeng competition is very obvious. Qifeng disciple Su Zimo won the first place!"

Many Qifeng disciples cheered loudly.

The bad old man said again: "Su Zimo, come up and talk about it, what's the meaning of the action of removing the refining cauldron just now."

"This..." Su Zimo hesitated.

"It's okay, there is no order in cultivating the Taoism, and the master is the teacher. Share your own experience and let everyone learn." The old man encouraged.

Su Zimo walked to the bad old man and whispered: "Master, my method may not be suitable for others."

In all fairness, only Su Zimo can do this spiritual gathering technique, and others really can't learn it.

"It's okay, just say a few words casually." The old man persuaded him again.

Su Zimo had no choice but to come to the forefront, facing the many disciples of Wufeng, coughing lightly.

Inside and outside the hall, many disciples suddenly pricked their ears.

"Uh...removing the refining cauldron is a habit of mine, I feel that the success rate of gathering spirits will be greater." Su Zimo bit his scalp and said ambiguously.

Su Zimo didn't know, but his casual words made many disciples remember in their hearts.

Remove the refining cauldron to increase the success rate of gathering spirits!

Seeing the light in the eyes of many disciples, Su Zimo quickly said: "The movement of removing the refining cauldron is very dangerous. It's better not to try it."

This sentence was a good intention, but many disciples mistakenly thought that Su Zimo didn't want them to learn this method of gathering spirits.

Therefore, for a period of time after this, when the sect disciples were refining the weapon, accidents began to occur continuously, the gathering of spirits failed, and they were blown to death by the fragments of the spirit weapon...