socalfunplaces Chapter 130
Chapter 130
"Sect Master, do you want to stop Ye Lang?"
"Let him continue, I am worried that the earth fire of our sect will be absorbed by his fan." When
the invigilator elder saw the sect master appear, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly threw the difficult problem to him.
The Hundred Refining Sect Master said, "It doesn't matter, the earth fire will regenerate, and the opportunity for the alchemist to successfully refine the magic weapon is not sought." The
Sect Master said. The invigilator elder should admit.
In the refining field, Ye Lang's fan absorbed more and more earth fire, and the fan gradually changed from the original blue to red.
At the moment when the fan completely turned red, flying into the sky, the fan emitted a powerful suction force, and countless earth fires were torn out of the ground, forming a pillar of fire, and the earth fire was absorbed by the fan.
The fan seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the speed of absorbing the earth fire, and the fan body trembled violently, and several balls of flame smashed around.
Seeing this, Ye Lang hurriedly shouted: "You guys run! I can't control that fan!"
What kind of thing did he refine?
Ye Lang was not joking at all.
He really couldn't control that fan.
He just wanted to come up with a little limelight, but he didn't expect to play it off in the end.
Ye Lang was helpless.
Fortunately, Changming Zhenjun made a timely move and quickly swept away all the disciples around Ye Lang.
The flame ball exploded on several refining platforms around it.
Boom!
A loud sound rushed into the sky, resounding throughout the refining field, and the entire Hundred Refining Sect heard the sound and sensed the ground trembling.
The monks who were on retreat came out one after another to check.
After a while, the cultivators gathered outside the refining field.
Fu left and returned.
In the refining field, several large holes had been smashed out by the flame ball.
Countless earth fires came out of the hole, and the fan absorbed a pain.
Ye Lang felt pressure.
"I feel that it is difficult to get out of the Hundred Refining Sect alive today, and Changming Zhenjun doesn't know if he can beat all the Yuan Babies of the Hundred Refining Sect. "
It felt like my body was hollowed out.
"What the hell I refined. "
Stepping on a horse is too spiritual and soul-consuming. Ye
Lang stuffed the Spirit Yuan Pill into his mouth while stuffing the Soul Replenishing Pill while not forgetting to complain.
The audience didn't know what to say. [You can still complain, and you don't seem so worried.] 】
【Less complaining two sentences, saving more physical strength, and running faster when the time comes.】 [
Anchor, you still think about how to explain to them why the fan you refined is as fierce as a fire-swallowing baby. ] 】
【I feel that the anchor has no recognition of his strength, he may think that it is an ordinary refining tool, and he will never think that he is the son of heaven and earth, and he can casually trigger the power of heaven and earth. 】
【I really want to know how the anchor leads the power of heaven and earth, is there a tutorial? 】
......
Changming Zhenjun was not as relaxed as Ye Lang, and while he had to guard against the people of the Hundred Refining Sect to attack Ye Lang, he had to pay attention to Ye Lang's situation so as not to be killed by the fan he had refined.
If they were really so dead, then their Heavenly Sword Sect would be a disgrace.
Right now.
Grandmaster Fu Li finally couldn't hold back, and shouted loudly: "Changming, the time for the game is almost up, you ask Ye Lang to stop quickly, otherwise it will be regarded as a violation."
Changming Zhenjun scoffed: "Violation is violation, even if there are no results, it doesn't matter." "
They have all emptied the Hundred Refining Sect Fire, what more achievements do they want?
He is not stupid, naturally knows what to do.
Fu Li said to the Sect Master again: "The Sect Master quickly let Ye Lang stop, and if he doesn't stop, the earth fire will be wasted." The
Hundred Refining Sect Master asked, "Can't you see that he can't control that fan himself?" Fu Li's
face flashed a hint of unnaturalness.
The Hundred Refining Sect Master said again: "An earth fire vein, if it is gone, it is gone, there is nothing, it can make people happier than witnessing the birth of a top-level magic weapon."
"It is also said that the Dharma Sect will eventually belong to me, and the earth fire will be gone when it is gone." Fu Li's words were extremely clear into Ye Lang's ears.
How
could he forget that during the competition, the spirit weapon refined by the disciple did not belong to him.
Wait, the competition stipulates that it is a horcrux.
But what he refined was a magic weapon.
Ye Lang turned his gaze, secretly running spiritual power, making the fire more fierce, the flames around him billowing and he discussed with the system for a moment.
He himself sat on the refining table, pinching his hands and trying to control the flames and fans.
At the moment before the magic weapon was successfully refined, the avatar of the system's illusion fell from the sky, taking away the fan, leaving behind a string of arrogant laughter.
"Hahaha... This fan is related to the Buddha-figure and borrowed to use. "
Put down the fan!"
Changming Zhenjun roared angrily, and as soon as he chased out, he heard a pop, and then heard Ye Lang's weak shout: "Changming Zhenjun~"
He quickly turned back, and saw that Ye Lang had vomited blood and fainted.
"Ye Lang!"
Changming Zhenjun grabbed his hand, and Ye Lang flew to the flying sword.
The flying sword galloped away, Ye Lang was rolled on the flying sword by the bumpy flying sword, fortunately there was an enchantment around the flying sword, so he was not thrown out.
[What a miserable anchor!]
[Hehehe~ Changming Zhenjun, you hug our anchor will not die. [
It's miserable!
] [I thought I could at least carry it.] 】
【Otherwise, Changming Zhenjun, you will hand over our anchor to Senior Brother Mingsu. 】
【Call Senior Brother Mingsu, your junior brother is about to be tossed to death by the smelly old man. 】
【The reliability of Senior Brother Ming Su is set off by a hundred Changming True Monarchs. 】
......
Ye Lang is really in a coma now, in order to make a little drama, when he finally refined the magic weapon, he really tried his spiritual power and soul power.
If it weren't for the dog thief in the system, who repeatedly assured him that he would protect him, he would not have exhausted all his strength, and at least he would have left a little strength.
When Ye Lang woke up and saw the GIFs on the barrage where he was rolling around on the flying sword, he couldn't help covering his face and wailing: "Ah Xi ~ the heroic name of this handsome guy!"
"You laugh so loudly that it makes my ears noisy. "
The more helpless Ye Lang is, the more excited they are, and of course, there are many rewards.
His current accumulation of spiritual power points has accumulated to more than 600 million spiritual power points, and it is not too far from the next level.
Not long after Ye Lang woke up.
Ming Su came to see him, and saw that his complexion had recovered, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior Brother Ye, you really scared me to death at that time."
"It's okay, I died of exhaustion, I can't die." Ye Lang sat up and asked, "What about Changming Zhenjun
?" Ming Su brought the bowl of soup he brought to Ye Lang, "Anshen replenishes the yuan soup, you drink a little, replenish the vitality, you consume too much vitality this time, the vitality is not made up, it will hinder your future cultivation."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Ming. Ye Lang took the bowl and gulped it.
The Anshen tongyuan soup has a little bitter taste, but the effect is good, and after drinking a bowl of soup, he feels much better at himself.
Ming Su took the empty bowl in Ye Lang's hand and placed it on the table.