Chapter 881: It turns out that the most despicable is in the back three

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Feng Yi himself is a seventh-level refiner, which also means that Feng Yi itself is at least a sixth-level star soul master.
On the entire continent of Tianchen, although he ca n’t be said to be a hero, and he has a palm in his hand, he is still on the top of the strong mountain.
, The character of Xiaoao Tianchen.
But now he looked at the little boy below, only to feel that his soul was almost frozen.
There is a fear of survival, his five senses dominating the soul, overriding his soul. If it were not for the young man, he would not use his eyes to signal that he would not be allowed to move, maybe he would have done his best to him ... kneel down!
This man ...
This man ...
Is this person really Ling Ling of the Ling Tian Alliance? !
This person's unfathomable, resentful atmosphere is really a ... will the "human" feel?
He dare not say that even a thousand fears and all fears can only be hidden in his heart, otherwise the next burst will not be those forged hammers, but his head.
With a slight cough, Feng Yi tried to make his voice sound gentle. "Bring the spirit ... Please come up!" He even had to say a word, he had to consider the word carefully, not daring to use "present" or "take", only Dare to say please.
Emperor Shifang nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at the chronograph incense that had burned to ashes, and raised his eyebrows: "Time is up, haven't you announced the game deadline?"
Feng Yi hurriedly said: "The fourth round of refiner is better than time-"
As soon as the words fell, the contestants who were all dark and ragged, all climbed up.
"Your Excellency! What are you saying ?!"
"Your Excellency, what does it mean time is up, then what shall we do?"
"That's right Your Excellency, all of the spiritual weapons we have made are ..."
...
Feng Yi heard a few people's words, and his head was stunned, secretly, you are still worried about what kind of weapon, and also worry about the result of the game, you are almost dead!
Shut up quickly!
But the words of these words naturally dare not be said, but there is a feeling of fear and fear in the unknown.
Fearing that Emperor Shifang was upset, blood was splattered on the spot.
He glared at the tiger and gritted his teeth: "What nonsense? The time is up, you haven't completed the refiner, what else can you declare!"
The contestants heard the words and were so angry that their livers were trembling. Someone jumped out and pointed at Emperor Shifang and yelled: "It's all this person, all the weird forging hammers that this person last used. If it wasn't for him, we would How could a collective weapon? Even the forging hammer is destroyed! "
At this time, in order to be able to keep the results of their own competition, the contestants of these major divisions have united unprecedentedly.
"Yes! This is clearly the trap set by this person!"
"It's this person, he doesn't know how to refine a weapon at all. Don't be deceived by him!"
"Dare to use such a shady means to cancel his achievements in such a solemn comparison, no, it is to cancel the achievements of the whole Soul Sect!"
...
Listening to the crowd's more and more angry expressions, Emperor Shifang had nothing to do, but Feng Yi was so anxious that he was cold and sweaty, and even his coat was wet with sweat.
Eventually he slammed the table violently, with a "bang" sound, the table was extremely hard, and the table comparable to Vajrasana had cracks.
"What's the point! You all shut up to Lao Tzu, who dare to say one more word, Lao Tzu crushes your throat!"