Chapter 946: Mass production

Chapter 946 Mass Production
"Where's your flying sword? Take it out for us all to see!"
Ming Han shouted loudly, staring at his eyes.
"Don't worry."
Su Zimo's expression was calm and hesitant, but he controlled one of the flying swords and slowly rose from the refining vessel.
If it is one of these flying swords, no one else can see the problem.
If anyone sees the problem, even if all thirty-six flying swords are removed, it will only increase the laughter.
In the spotlight, I saw a small and delicate flying sword showing off. It was milky white and looked like a slender silver needle.
"What the is this?"
"Can this be called Feijian?"
"Ha ha ha ha, this is clearly an embroidery needle, is this Mo Ling refining an embroidery needle to make a female red?"
The underworld temple group ridiculed.
But more monks did not laugh.
Because the overwhelming majority of the audience were Yuan Yingjing Tianjiao, as long as they looked at it with concentration, they could be distinguished separately. Although this instrument is small and exquisite, it is indeed a flying sword!
Moreover, on this sword body, six lines can be seen faintly!
Although this instrument is small, it is indeed six magic patterns, innate instruments!
"How do you count now?"
"Both of them have made innate magic instruments. The name of the master of exercise can be divided between the two, but there is no difference between the two and the two gates."
"Moreover, the time of this Moulin Refiner seems to be shorter than that of Under Cold."
Many monks talked.
Everyone in Bailianmen looked excited.
They didn't expect that the situation had developed to this point, and it turned out to be a secret!
Frigid frowns, he always feels that something is wrong, but for a while, he couldn't think of it.
Hearing the sound of discussion around him, he felt a little irritable in his heart, and was more confused in his mind, and the more he couldn't understand.
"Even if it is an innate weapon, it has its strength!"
The cold smiled: "How can your embroidery needle be compared with my flying sword!"
"I'll know if I don't know."
Su Zimo smiled indifferently, manipulating the small and delicate flying sword, and heading towards the thorns.
A flash of cold light in the void, this flying sword has stabbed near!
Frigid heart was shocked.
Too late to think about it, he subconsciously sacrificed the newly-made Feijian and chopped it towards the thorny Feijian.
when!
The chill shook all over.
His flying sword was actually opened by this small flying sword, and the light on the sword was also dimmed!
Group repairs!
If it is said that Feijian was bounced off, it is only that the mana of Minghan is defeated by Su Zimo.
The attenuation of the light on this sword means that the cold flying sword is indeed better than the small flying sword made by Su Zimo!
Su Zimo's flying sword, suspended in mid-air, exuding a milky light, seems to be able to absorb the energy emitted by the hot sun, becoming more and more prosperous!
You know, the essence of this flying sword is candlelight!
Even if it is an innate instrument, it is difficult to shake it!
Su Zimo cultivates the eyes of candlelight every day, relying on the scorching sun.
The scorching sun and candlelight have a certain mysterious connection. It is not unusual to see such a scene.
However, in the eyes of many monks, it was extremely shocking!
"Although this flying sword is small, it can seduce the sun, which is really eye-opening."
"It seems that the battle for the refiner is still lost in the Temple of the Underworld."
When this happened, the monks of Tianzhang religion, mixed Yuanzong, and Jianzong all gradually sank.
If the Temple of the Underworld loses, there is absolutely no reason for them to attack the Bailianmen!
Regardless of the future, at least at this Qianhe Tea Party, the crisis of Bailianmen has resolved!
"Since they are all innate real monarch instruments, in my opinion, it is better to count as a draw."
At this moment, Tian Jun taught Pang Lan Zhenjun a word.
"Why count as a draw?"
"Yes, Minghan's flying sword, obviously not an opponent!"
"That is, the refiner we use, or the ordinary refiner?"
Bai Lian Men Qun repaired a stomach fire, how could he just give up and rest.
"okay!"
Lanyue Daojun stepped forward in a timely manner and said lightly: "This battle of refining equipment is indeed eye-opening. Since both monks have refined innate instruments, they should be counted as draws."
"As for the difference between the strength of the innate instrument, the nature shown in the hands of different monks is very different.
"Both are master trainers. As for the finest tea, you can have a drink together! This is the end of the matter, no need to argue!"
Lanyue Daojun obviously showed partiality.
Monks at Bailianmen were angry.
The Yuding Taoist shook his head, motioning everyone to be quiet.
Qianhemen was the host of the tea party. Even the master of the case said so, it didn't make much sense to continue entanglement.
Jian Wu traced loudly: "Yes, hurry up to the next link! Some grudges, it's time to resolve!"
Huh!
All of a sudden, countless murderous and hostile eyes fell on Su Zimo's body!
At this Qianhe Tea Party, I don't know how many people want to kill Su Zimo and then quickly!
"it is good."
Lanyue Daojun nodded and said: "That's the case, please two people drink this tea together, take a break, and then proceed to the second part of the tea party, Tianjiao fight!"
"Does he deserve a cup of tea with me?"
Just when everyone thought it was over, Su Zimo spoke slowly and sneered.
"Do you have any opinion?"
Lan Yuedao's gaze was condensed, and his face was dark.
Su Zimo's repeated provocations have made her really angry, but she has been restrained.
"No opinion."
Su Zimo said faintly: "However, the victory and defeat of this refiner battle is the clearest!"
Later, I saw that he beckoned gently, suspended in the mid-air refining vessel, and a large slice of milky flying sword slowly rose!
Thirty-five handles!
Before it was considered, there were thirty-six flying swords, exactly the same, without any difference!
The thirty-six flying swords radiate with the scorching sun above their heads, exuding a milky light, more and more radiant and bright!
hiss!
There was a chilling sound in the crowd.
This scene is too shocking!
Even the three French princes here with their mouths wide open, their eyes widened, and they watched the scene incredibly.
"Is this special ... what is it?"
"This man has refined a total of thirty-six flying swords, all of which are innate instruments?"
"It's not just 36 congenital instruments, but it's exactly the same. This is a whole set of flying swords! It's terrifying!"
"Oh my God! Is it such a manpower?"
Refining an innocent monarch weapon is already shocking enough.
It ’s a good thing, Su Zimo throws a big directly, this visual and mental impact is hard to describe!
The group repaired their eyes, their chins were about to fall to the ground.
"Where did this guy come from? People worked so hard to make a congenital weapon, all of them were taken care of by heaven. This guy is actually mass-producing?"
"It's better than a fart, the cold is weak!"
Ming Han was struck by lightning. The whole person was paralyzed sitting on the ground, staring at his eyes, his mind was blank, but he kept shaking his head: "This is impossible, this is impossible!"
The repeated blows have made him a little bit nervous.
(End of this chapter)