After a few adjustments, Sun Baocheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no problem with the runes on the iron windmill.
Sun Baocheng looked up and saw that Yang Yifei hadn't started yet, so he couldn't help but smile: "Why, are you giving up now?
Or do you think you are no match for us anyway, so you might as well find an excuse to hand over the inheritance of the martial arts. This way you won’t lose face, but it’s a bit clever.”
"ignorance."
Yang Yifei said lightly.
His hands behind his back didn't move at all.
Flame runes flew out from his pupils and landed on the material in front of him.
Immediately, these materials began to melt, removing impurities, leaving only the essence, forming the body of the instrument.
The speed is at least ten times faster than Sun Baocheng.
Then the runes flying out of Yang Yifei's eyes changed.
Pieces of runes immediately appeared on the body of the magical weapon.
As these runes flickered, the carcass of ordinary materials exuded a sharp aura.
Everyone suddenly screamed in surprise.
"so amazing."
"This is an immortal. Look at that old guy's behavior just now, he's almost like a blacksmith."
"I have also seen many weapon refiners refining weapons, and they are all similar to that old guy.
This is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Yang’s methods like this.”
Everyone was discussing enthusiastically.
Suddenly, someone saw Sun Liancheng's whole body trembling.
"What's going on here?"
"Did you scare Parkinson's out?"
"Even immortals have Parkinson's disease?"
"The Immortal still has cerebral palsy."
Many people made fun of him.
These people are arrogant and do not take everyone else seriously. They also say that the earth is a filthy and dirty place. Everyone has long been irritated.
If you don’t scold me now, you’ll wait until later.
"what happened?"
Qin Hongji asked.
Xiao Wenping said with a gloomy face: "This is rune weapon refining, just like void alchemy. It is a skill that can only be mastered by high-grade weapon masters."
At the same time, someone also explained this on the Internet.
"Wow, Mr. Yang is indeed Mr. Yang, he is indeed amazing."
"The master of the Four Ultimate Skills of the Danwu Magic Formation is well-deserved."
"Humph, what do you know? Not to mention this small magic weapon. When the magic weapon that Mr. Yang presides over comes out in the future, it will scare you to death."
"What magic weapon?"
"It will be kept secret for now."
Things are getting easier on the Internet.
These so-called immortals seem to be just average.
Yang Yifei's weapon refining speed is faster.
Soon, a handleless long sword with a cold light flashing appeared in front of everyone.
The long sword is like autumn water, reflecting the sky.
Hu Xueyue said proudly: "Old guy, what my husband refined is a spiritual weapon. What is that of yours?"
Sun Baocheng said with a dark face: "The best magical weapon."
Boom! Everyone burst into laughter.
No matter how high-quality it is, a magic weapon is a magic weapon. How can it be compared with a spiritual weapon?
"you lose."
Hu Xueyue said.
"snort."
Sun Baocheng snorted coldly and said: "The strength of a magic weapon depends not only on its grade, but also on its power.
It is too early to say that I will lose."
"What, you're still not convinced?"
Hu Xueyue said: "Old guy, if you admit defeat now, you can still save face.
If you really want to compete again, you will definitely lose miserably.
There is no one in this world who can beat my husband.
No matter what aspect."
Sun Baocheng ignored Hu Xueyue, stared at Yang Yifei and said, "Do you dare to compete with me?"
Yang Yifei said lightly: "How to compare?"
"Direct collision.
Whoever’s piece is broken will lose.”
Sun Baocheng said.
"good."
Yang Yifei agreed.
Sun Baocheng was secretly happy.
Although his iron windmill is not of high quality, it is powerful enough.
"Boy, you're going to lose."
Sun Baocheng sacrificed the iron windmill.
Whoosh whoosh... With the input of spiritual power, the twelve wind blades of the iron windmill rotated at high speed, and wind blades more than ten meters long appeared, gathering together to form a storm, and swept towards Yang Yifei.
Everyone was immediately shocked.
"What a powerful magic weapon."
"Look at this power, it's no worse than a spiritual weapon."
"Yang Yifei is in danger."
Everyone was sweating.
Yang Yifei nodded slightly: "A few moments."
But that's all.
With a thought in his mind, the long sword he had just forged flew into the air.
Whoosh! The long sword turned into a sword light and passed directly through the wind blade storm formed by the iron windmill.
No matter how sharp the wind blade is, it cannot hurt it even if it is cut with a long sword.
A snort.
The long sword passed through the storm of wind blades, cut off the iron windmill in half, and continued to shoot at Sun Baocheng.
Sun Baocheng quickly used his protective magic weapon, a jade Ruyi, to block the long sword.
But there was a sword mark left on Yu Ruyi, which made him ache in distress.
Crash... Suddenly, all the wind blades exploded, flying in all directions and landing on the trees in the distance. The big tree that required at least three or four people to hug was cut down in one fell swoop.
Sun Baocheng's face was ashen.
He was completely defeated.
"Wow, what a fast sword."
"Although that old guy's baby is powerful, Mr. Yang is still more powerful."
"Hmph, compared with Mr. Yang, they are far behind."
Everyone jeered.
"I lost."
Sun Baocheng sighed, turned around and staggered back.
Losing to a young man was a huge blow to him.
"Brother Sun, it doesn't matter, no one has ever lost.
This proves that this boy's inheritance is very powerful, even surpassing all the inheritances in the Immortal Sect.
This is our opportunity."
Xiao Wenping said.
Sun Baocheng's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Kill him and take away his inheritance."
Sun Baocheng said fiercely.
"well."
Recalling the handleless long sword and crumpling it into scrap metal, Yang Yifei sighed.
"You have greatly disappointed this sect."
From a few of them, Yang Yifei could tell the general level of the Immortal Sect.
Maybe the environment is better than Earth, but the strength is definitely not much better.
"Boy, you are too arrogant."
Xiao Wenping said coldly: "It seems that only by giving you a lesson can you know what it means to be high and low."
Yang Yifei smiled contemptuously and said: "Your sky is just a patch at the bottom of a well, is it worthy of teaching this sect?"
Qin Hongji shouted: "I told you a long time ago that there is no need to waste time with him.
It’s better to let me, ancestor, take him down.”
Qin Hongji pulled out a big halberd with his backhand, rushed out, and struck Yang Yifei head-on.
He is a warrior in the Jin Ling Sect. To put it bluntly, he is a thug.
Wherever you need it, go there.
The status is not even as good as Xiao Wenping, Xiang Rong and others.
Generally, those who have taken refuge in the Immortal Sect, but have nothing to do with it, can only rely on their efforts to get some leftovers from the Immortal Sect to become warriors.
Qin Hongji specializes in martial arts and has strong martial arts. When the halberd struck down, there was a continuous explosion in the air, and even the air was blown away.
Boom! Boom! The sound spread hundreds of miles, like thunder.
Everyone was immediately shocked.
"Is this the fighting power of people in the Immortal Sect?"
"If you just wave it casually, there will be such a movement. If you use all your strength to strike, how powerful will it be?"
"No wonder they dare to come and take action with so few people."