Feng Yi himself is a seventh-level refiner, which also means that Feng Yi himself is at least a sixth-level star soul master.

In the entire Tianchen Continent, although he cannot be said to be dominant, he is also firmly on the top of the strong mountain

, a character who laughs proudly.

But now that he looked at the little boy below, he only felt that his soul was almost solidified.

A fear of survival, dominating his five senses, overriding his soul, if it weren't for the young man's eyes signaling that he was not allowed to move, maybe he would have done his best to him...... Bow down!

This man......

This man......

Is this person really Ling Han of the Ling Tian Alliance?!

The unfathomable, resentful-like aura of this person could really be the feeling that a ...... "person" would have?

He didn't dare to say it, even if he was afraid and in awe, he could only hide it in his heart, otherwise the next time it burst open, it would not be those forging hammers, but his head.

With a light cough, Feng Yi tried to make his voice sound calm, "Will the spirit weapon ...... Please come up! He even had to consider the choice of words when he even said a word, and he didn't dare to use "present" or "take", but only dared to say please.

Emperor Shifang nodded in satisfaction, looked at the timekeeping incense that had burned into ashes, and raised his eyebrows: "The time has come, and the deadline for the competition has not been announced?" ”

Feng Yi hurriedly said: "The fourth round of refining is more than the time-"

As soon as the words fell, the contestants with dark faces and tattered bodies all got up with their bones.

"Your Excellency! What do you say?! ”

"Your Excellency Feng, what is the time to come, so what should we do?"

"That's it, Your Excellency Feng, all the spiritual weapons we have refined are ......"

……

Feng Yi heard the words of a few people, and his brain twitched in shock, and said secretly, what kind of spiritual weapons are you still worried about, and what are you worried about the result of the game, you are almost dying collectively!

Shut up yet!

But Feng Yi naturally didn't dare to say these words, but there was a feeling of fearlessness and frightening for those who didn't know.

For fear that Emperor Shifang would be unhappy, blood would be spattered on the spot.

He glared, gritted his teeth and shouted: "What nonsense? The time has come, all of you have not completed the refining, what else is there to say! ”

When the contestants heard this, they were so angry that their livers trembled, and someone jumped out and pointed at Emperor Shifang and scolded: "It's all this person, it's all the strange forging hammer that this person used at the end, if it weren't for him, how could we be a collective violent weapon?" Even the forging hammer is ruined! ”

At this time, in order to be able to keep their results in the competition, the contestants of these major sects united unprecedentedly.

"That's right! This is clearly a trap set by this man! ”

"It's this person, he doesn't know how to refine weapons at all, Your Excellency Feng must not be deceived by him!"

"Dare to use such shady means in such a solemn competition, his results should be canceled, no, the results of the entire Fighting Soul Sect should be canceled!"

……

Listening to the more everyone talked, the more angry they became, Emperor Shifang was nothing, but Feng Yi was so anxious that he was covered with cold sweat, and even his underwear was wet with sweat.

Eventually, he slammed the table, and with a "bang", the hard, diamond-like table cracked.

"How can this be true? You all shut up Lao Tzu, who dares to say one more word, Lao Tzu will crush your throat! ”