Chapter 1192: Rolling all the way

"Shoo hoo!"
Bai Hun, Su Xuan and others rushed to the Feng Wuchen refining furnace, staring at the blue fairy sword, their expressions were extremely shocked.
The refiners in the square looked at the fairy sword on the suspended refiner furnace with shocked eyes.
The immortal sword that can alarm White Soul and the three elders is enough to show that the fairy sword refined by Feng Wuchen is very powerful.
White Soul waved his hand, and the fairy sword soared into the sky, flashing bright blue light.
The surging true essence power is injected into the fairy sword, and the fairy sword instantly transforms into a huge energy sword with a monstrous power and shocks the heroes.
"What a superb fairy sword! It's almost close to the heavenly sword!" Bai Hun praised, and immediately waved, the fairy sword flew over.
White Soul clenched tightly in his hand, and a surging sword power rolled out wildly, majestic and domineering.
"Guru..."
Everyone present was scared to death by the terrifying sword intent of White Soul.
In addition to being a Celestial Immortal Refiner, White Soul is also a powerful Celestial God Realm expert.
Even Chi Qingshan, known as the strongest heavenly realm powerhouse in the spiritual realm, dare not say that he can defeat the white soul in front of the white soul.
Chi Qingshan might not be jealous of other strong gods, but White Soul made him very jealous.
"Such a powerful immortal sword, the old man dare not say that it can be refined, this sword is the best of the immortal." Baihun praised this immortal sword very highly.
"The president is serious. Although this sword is strong, it is not as good as the immortal weapon refined by the president. After all, it is only an immortal sword." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.
"Brother Feng is humble." Bai Hun said with a faint smile: "This is the first time this old man has met a crafting genius like you in so many years. Even Yinger is not as good as you."
The words of White Soul couldn't help shocking the hearts of all the powerful forces present here, because Bai Soul's name for Feng Wuchen had become Brother Feng.
The White Soul possesses a transcendent status in the spiritual realm and even the entire heaven realm, enough to sit on an equal footing with the Shadow Soul, and even the Eight Great Heavenly Emperors must be afraid of three points.
With such a transcendent status, Bai Hun called Feng Wuchen the Feng brother, which shows that Bai Hun regarded Feng Wuchen as his peer.
"Bai Hun Bai Ming is going to be an enemy of the Ling Emperor, knowing that the Ling Emperor wants Feng Wuchen's life, he dare to draw a relationship with him." Chi Qing Shan frowned, his face slightly gloomy.
Of course, this is Baihun's territory, and it is also a refining conference. Chi Qingshan did not dare to attack, but he had secretly passed the news to the Temple of the Spirit Emperor.
"Young Master Yun is the number one genius refiner in the heavens, and he must have his superiority. I am only a heavenly realm. The president does not have to praise me like that." Feng Wuchen said modestly, but didn't want to pull any hatred.
"Although I have broken through the realm of innate rank, I really can't refining such a powerful fairy sword. Brother Feng doesn't have to be humble." Yun Wuying said, confessing that it is not as good as Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen smiled helplessly and didn't reply again.
Over time, many people have successfully refined the refining equipment, and many people have failed to leave the field one after another.
Two hours later, the refining test was over.
Two hundred and thirteen people eliminated eighty-three people.
Whether it is an immortal refiner or a heavenly refiner, they are just refining spirit weapons for smooth promotion.
Starting from the second round, enter the real refinery competition, whoever wins will advance, lose and eliminate.
However, in the next refining test, Feng Wuchen passed the test, and easily crushed the opponent without any pressure.
No one can surpass the powerful immortal tools refined by Feng Wuchen, and several of them directly abstained to compete.
The powerful refining strength shocked everyone once again.
Shi Potian, Liu Tianyu and others of the Immortal Craftsman also advanced smoothly.
The elders, such as Li Yun, the celestial refiner, have also advanced.
In the end, a total of 16 refiners advanced to the final.
There are only ten places, and six of the sixteen must be eliminated.
"Next is the final round of competition. There are six Celestial Refiners and ten Immortal Refiners. Everyone wants to be eligible to go to the Heavenly Tomb. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, the Celestial Rank is for the Celestial Rank and the Celestial Rank is for the Celestial Rank. , Divide into two groups, draw lots to determine the opponent." The deacon elder said.
"It's great! It's great!"
"The sky has opened his eyes! If it is against the heavenly rank, especially Fengying, there is no chance of winning at all."
"Tian-Rank vs. Tian-Rank. Three of them have to be eliminated, and five of us at Xian-Rank can advance. It seems we have a chance to win the spot!"
The immortal refining master suddenly cheered in ecstasy. For them, it was simply a welfare.
And the immortal refiner who was eliminated before, even though he had complaints at this moment, he didn't dare to say anything, after all, it was the final.
Sixteen refiners were divided into two groups to draw lots.
The Celestial Refining Master can be said to be under tremendous pressure, and no one wants to get into the wind and dust, because there is only one result, and that is to be eliminated.
"Don't draw a wind shadow!" The five Heavenly Grade Refiners secretly prayed.
Feng Wuchen was very calm. With his refinement realm, let alone these Heavenly Grade refiners, even Baihun, Feng Wuchen was not afraid.
"Li Yun, fortunately, it is not Feng Wuchen! Great! There is still a chance!" An old man saw Li Yun's name and instantly felt relieved.
"Huh! Fortunately! Fortunately! Not Feng Wuchen." The other old man also breathed a sigh of relief, bearing a heavy burden.
"Feng Wuchen!" An old man saw the name he had drawn on his hand, his old face changed drastically, his whole body was shaking, his face was gray.
There is basically no chance of winning against the upper wind Wuchen unless the Feng Wuchen refining device fails.
But this possibility is too small, Feng Wuchen has passed through all the way, has never failed, and refining are all immortal tools.
"Teacher, who is it?" Qiao Sanfeng asked excitedly as soon as Feng Wuchen came down.
"Zhou Hai, just happened to be the first one to play." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.
After the draw, everyone's eyes turned to the battle list.
When they saw Feng Wuchen's name, everyone suddenly shouted.
"Feng Wuchen to Zhou Hai! It's over! Zhou Hai will lose!"
"For the monster like Shangfeng Wuchen, I'll lose!"
"Finally entered the finals, but met Feng Wuchen, hey."
"Senior Zhou Hai must be desperate."
The crowd felt helpless for Zhou Hai, no one was optimistic about him, Feng Wuchen's refining tool was really terrifying.
Zhou Hai's face was gray and pressured, but he still held a glimmer of hope.
"Tianpin Refining Master Zhou Hai, no dust to the wind." The voice of the deacon elder sounded in the square.
The two appeared on the stage at the same time, and everyone instantly boiled, their eyes all falling on Feng Wuchen, all of them extremely excited.
"Fengying! Fengying!" The excited crowd shouted that Fengying came, loud voices resounding throughout the guild.
Watching Feng Wuchen refining fairy artifacts is simply a treat.
"The refining begins!" the deacon elder said loudly.