God of Defiance

After Chu Tian frowned, he paid little attention to the long-haired man in the distance who showed murderous intent towards him.

At present, there are too many people in Jizhou who want to kill him. Not to mention one more long-haired man, even if there are ten or hundreds more, he is too lazy to care.

Moreover, the long-haired middle-aged man was just a senior venerable and could not threaten his life at all!

"Okay! Entering the finals, there were originally 105 people, but now one person has been temporarily added, making it 106!"

At this moment, Zheng Qingfeng stood on the red high platform and spoke lightly. Although his tone was not high, it spread throughout the square very clearly.

While Zheng Qingfeng spoke, he glanced calmly in the direction of Chu Tian.

Although the other party did not call his name, nor did he clearly express his attitude, Chu Tian could clearly feel a trace of contempt from the other party's eyes.

Obviously, Zheng Qingfeng, as the helmsman of the Jizhou Weapon Refiner Alliance, believed deep down in his heart that Chu Tian was just a related person who jumped in temporarily. He had studied weapon refining in the Iron-Blooded Dragon Sect for a period of time and had some pretty good skills. Basic skills!

In the previous decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, Chu Tian first killed Qi Qinghua, and then injured the Six Saints of Antang. He stole the show and his self-confidence skyrocketed, so he suddenly wanted to come to the Jizhou Weapon Refining Competition to show off!

"Sigh... Young people are young people. They are arrogant and arrogant. They think that their fighting power is amazing, and they feel that they have instantly become an all-rounder. But this is not a bad thing. At least it can clear this kid's heated mind!"

After looking at Chu Tian from afar, Zheng Qingfeng shook his head slightly and thought to himself at the same time.

After a breath, he continued loudly: "The rules of this final are very simple. The time limit is three hours. Everyone can play freely. In the end, the spirituality of the finished product will be evaluated by the spiritual detection array preset in the square to confirm The final ranking!”

After Chu Tian heard this, he nodded secretly.

In the world of weapon refining, there is a generally accepted truth, that is, the higher the quality of the weapon, the stronger its spirituality is. Therefore, it is very fair to judge the ranking through spirituality!

"Okay, let's get started!"

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Qingfeng suddenly waved his sleeves and shouted coldly.

boom!

As soon as the words fell, the bodies of the hundreds of weapon refiners sitting cross-legged were immediately shocked, and dazzling spiritual light rushed out of their bodies. Then they turned their palms, and flames of various colors instantly appeared in their palms, burning fiercely throughout the square. The temperature suddenly skyrocketed!

Immediately afterwards, everyone picked up the refining materials beside them, placed them on the flames, and began to smelt and purify them with great skill.

Among the hundreds of weapon refiners who entered the finals, the ones with the lowest cultivation levels have reached the level of the Death Mysterious Realm, and the ones with the highest cultivation levels are even just one step away from breaking through and becoming the Grand Master. They are all the true elites in the Jizhou weapon refinement world!

Just when everyone else was starting to melt and refine materials, Chu Tian suddenly found someone in the distance who seemed to be greeting him, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

As a result, he actually discovered that in the corner of a high platform opposite, Yang Ming'er and Yi Lao from the Iron Blood Dragon Sect's Forging Palace were sitting together, waving at him.

After seeing Yang Ming'er safe and sound again after a long time, Chu Tian smiled slightly, nodded towards the two people in the distance, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Well, Master, what is Chutian doing? Others have already started smelting. Why did he suddenly close his eyes? Could it be that he needs to meditate first and concentrate?"

After seeing Chu Tian's behavior, Yang Ming'er immediately showed a strange look on his face and asked with a frown.

Next to him, Mr. Yi frowned slightly, shook his head, and replied with a wry smile: "I don't know, Chu Tian always likes to play cards that don't follow common sense. It's hard to predict what he wants to do!"

While speaking, he secretly sighed in his heart.

Back then, Chu Tian joined the Iron-Blooded Dragon Cult and entered the Forging Palace. He showed an amazing talent in weapon refining, and later even defeated his intended successor Luo Shuo in public!

Unfortunately, Chu Tian had no interest in taking over as the master of the Forging Palace. Later, he completely quit the Iron-Blooded Dragon Cult and never had any contact with him again.

"Master, do you think Chu Tian has hope of winning the championship this time?"

After a breath, Yang Ming'er asked again.

When Yi Lao heard this, he immediately chuckled: "Haha, it may be difficult for Chu Tian to enter the top three, let alone get the first place! You know, those present are the true elites of the entire Jizhou weapon refining world. , Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, some people are even just one step away from achieving the status of a Saint Master!”

Although she knew that Yi Lao was telling the truth, after hearing this, Yang Ming'er still pouted her mouth slightly with a look of displeasure on her face.

Immediately afterwards, she asked Yi Lao for advice, which person on the scene was most likely to get the final first place?

"In my opinion, there are three people who are most likely to get the first place, namely Ouyang Sheng of casual cultivator, Shen He of Tianyuan Sect, and Nie Weiming of Beishang Valley. Among them, Shen He of Tianyuan Sect has the greatest hope, because it was said that more than a month ago, He successfully made a defective semi-sacred weapon with some problems!"

Yi Lao's face was solemn, and while he spoke in a low voice, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at a certain figure sitting cross-legged in the square.

If you look in the direction of Yi Lao's finger at this moment, you will find that the person he is pointing to is none other than the middle-aged man with murderous intent towards Chu Tiansheng not long ago!

"Hiss...a defective semi-sacred soldier with some problems!"

After Yi Lao finished speaking, Yang Ming'er suddenly took a breath of cold air and showed a trace of shock.

Although Shen He from the Tianyuan Sect refined only a defective semi-sacred weapon with obvious flaws, he has entered the ranks of a semi-sacred weapon after all, and its grade is definitely beyond the ordinary peak heaven-level weapons!

It can be seen that Shen He of Tianyuan Sect is indeed very likely to become the champion of this Jizhou Weapon Refining Competition!

It is even very likely that the other party will take this rare opportunity to refine a flawless true semi-holy weapon in front of everyone, overwhelming the crowd, and completely confirming his identity as the fourth weapon-refining saint master in Jizhou!

Thinking of this, Yang Ming'er couldn't help but turn her head and look at Chu Tian, ​​with a trace of worry on her face.

At this moment, Chu Tian was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, motionless, and he looked as if he was asleep.

"Tsk, tsk, what is the Holy Son of Desolation doing? Could it be that he was afraid after visiting the scene in person, so he simply chose to give up!"

"Hehe, it's completely possible! Before I came, I was very excited, coaxed, and prepared for a big fight. But after I came, I was completely dumbfounded, so I just pretended to be crazy!"

"Hmph! The Holy Son of Desolation ranks second on the Hidden Dragon List. He is famous in Jizhou and can even injure half-saints. His thoughts are beyond the reach of ordinary people like us. Maybe he is thinking of how to take advantage of others when they are not paying attention. Sneak away quietly!"

Seeing Chu Tian sitting there like a human sculpture without any movement, a round of unceremonious ridicule immediately erupted from the scene.