Although this may sound a bit convoluted, once you think about it carefully, it is really the case.
Wei Zong directly saw that the gap between the two was too huge, so he was not even interested in watching this competition.
Zi Ling also knew that there was a huge gap in strength, so not only did he refine the weapon with his bare hands, but the successfully refined weapon happened to be only slightly stronger than the Holy Son of Bailian, just to deliberately humiliate him.
In fact, even though Zi Ling is usually calm and calm, she is actually a very cautious person.
In fact, neither of them took this competition seriously. The only one who valued this competition was probably the Holy Son of Bailian.
It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, this competition was already over when he started it.
Wei Zong glanced at the Holy Son of Hundred Refiners and shook his head.
The other party's choice is not wrong, but... it is just too overestimating one's own capabilities.
The strength gap between the two cannot be bridged by just one Heavenly Cauldron Furnace.
At this time, the Holy Son of Bailian did not know all this. His entire mind was immersed in the refining in front of him, and he turned a deaf ear to all interference from the outside world.
Therefore, he naturally did not hear the conversation between Wei Zong and Zi Ling just now.
Of course, if he heard this, he might not be in such a calm mood to continue refining the weapon at this time.
Time passes slowly.
About an hour later.
With the help of the Tianding Furnace, the Holy Son of Hundred Refinements was finally successfully refined!
Buzz——
With a sound of inclination, the lid of the Tianding furnace flew up instantly, and then a dazzling golden light shot into the sky, straight into the sky. If it were not in this closed space, it would probably attract many people to watch outside.
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"Finally...successful!"
Holy Son Bailian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of surprise.
Then he stretched out his hand and saw a small dagger appearing in his hand.
He held the short knife and lightly drew it in the air. In an instant, the space made waves.
After all, this is the space constructed by Shenbing Pavilion and is extremely solid.
If it were outside, this short knife would be able to cut through space easily, and it would be considered a very good treasure.
Holding the short sword, Saint Bai Lian turned his head confidently and walked towards Zi Ling.
"Zi Ling, I have successfully refined it, what about you?"
He held the short knife and said to Zi Ling.
"It's been done a long time ago. You're too slow. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Zi Ling's words immediately suffocated Holy Son Bailian, but soon he became a little annoyed and said angrily: "What's the use of refining a weapon quickly? The grade that is successfully refined in the end is the most important."
As he spoke, Holy Son Bailian snorted coldly, and the short knife in his hand suddenly floated in front of him.
Looking at the short sword in front of him, Holy Son Bailian said with some pride: "The void blade I refined is a fake magic weapon. Where is yours?"
In a short period of time, a fake magic weapon was successfully refined. Even with the help of the Tianding Furnace, it was indeed extremely impressive.
He felt that even a master-level weapon refiner would be hard-pressed to do better than himself.
Not to mention, Zi Ling was said to have been promoted to the master level not long ago, and with the opponent's support, he didn't even use the refining furnace and just refining the weapon with bare hands.
Therefore, Bailian Saint Son can almost confirm that the other party cannot do better than himself.
At best it's a tie.
"Oh, fake magic weapon!"
Seeing the void blade, the surprise of Zi Ling that Bailian Saint Son expected did not appear. The other party just let out a soft "Oh", and then took out the long sword that had been refined before.
"Isn't this a coincidence? What I refined is also a fake magic weapon.
However, I haven't given it a name yet... Well... forget it, it's just a fake magic weapon. You can have as many of these as you want. I'm too lazy to name it, so let's call it Iron Sword!"
As she said that, the iron sword in Zi Ling's hand also floated in front of her, juxtaposed with the void blade, and then, the breaths of the two began to collide crazily.
At the beginning, the breaths of the two were almost indistinguishable.
But gradually as time passed, the aura of the void blade became weaker and weaker. On the contrary, the aura of the iron sword became stronger and stronger, overpowering the void blade bit by bit.
Seeing this scene, Zi Ling said lightly: "It seems... your Void Blade is not good, it can't compete with my iron sword! This time, you lose!"
"This is impossible...how could this happen?"
Seeing that the aura of his Void Blade was completely covered and he was already trembling in front of the iron sword, Bailian Saint Son looked pale and took a few steps back, finding it difficult to accept the result in front of him.
He could naturally see that the iron sword's grade was actually only a little higher than his void blade, but this little bit was like eternity and could never be crossed.
"no!"
Suddenly, Holy Son Bailian raised his head and stared at Ziling: "I made a mistake this time, I want to compete with you again!"
He felt that Zi Ling was just lucky this time, and the fake magic weapon he refined was a little stronger than his. If he worked harder next time, he would be able to defeat the opponent without any trouble.
However, facing his challenge, Zi Ling just shook her head lightly.
"I said, everyone can only have another chance to challenge. This is the rule, no one can be an exception.
You lost, so there is no next chance!"
"No, I don't accept it!"
It was naturally impossible for the Holy Son of Bailian to stop like this.
"It's my turn!"
At this time, Wei Zong's voice slowly sounded.
Hearing his voice, Zi Ling's eyes also fell on him.
I saw Wei Zong slowly walking over.
However, Bailian Holy Son acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was still roaring at Ziling: "No, I don't accept it. You and I must compete again! Next time, next time I will beat you! I'm sure!"
Zi Ling ignored him at all.
At the same time, at this time, Wei Zong had already passed Holy Son Bailian and came to Zi Ling.
Seeing Wei Zong in front of him, Saint Bai Lian's eyes were a little cold, and he grabbed Wei Zong's shoulder.
"Come back, what do you want here?"
However, his palm could no longer fall within an inch of Wei Zong's shoulder.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch Wei Zong's body. The short one-inch distance between the two was as close as the world.
It can never be achieved.
At this time, I felt his movements.
Wei Zong's head slowly turned around. His face was cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes, just like a high-ranking god.
"I said, it's my turn, do you have any objections?"