Rivals don't play cards according to routine

The incense on the competition stage was burned out, the time for the refining competition was over, the elders rang the bell three times, and the disciples who had finished forging began to send the finished products to the front for inspection by the seniors in charge of appraisal.

These senior appraisers are called appraisers, and they are respected seniors carefully selected from the mysterious world. Their appraisals are fair, just and open, ensuring that there will be no secret operations in the competition.

Rong He forged the thing early, sat quietly and waited for others to appraise the grade and quality first.Seeing that he didn't move, He Lianyu didn't dare to act rashly, and sat pretending to be calm to show that he was not in a hurry.But in fact, he scratched his ears and complained impatiently, wishing to tear Rong He into pieces.

The disciples walking in front had all been appraised, Rong He smiled at He Lianyu, made a gesture of invitation and said: "Please, Junior Brother He."

He Lianyu nodded with a half smile, picked up the magic weapon on the table and walked in front of the appraiser.What he forged was a magic weapon of space, shaped like a four-finger-wide wristband, silver-white in color, exquisite and gorgeous.

Several appraisers knew He Lianyu's identity, and they all looked forward to his works.Several people passed the space magic weapon to each other, and their eyes showed joy. One of them stroked his snow-white beard and said happily: "The high-level space magic weapon of Xuan rank is the best quality I have seen so far. This year's No. 1. If nothing else, it will be Young Master Lian Yu."

He Lianyu, who had been irritated for a long time, finally showed a smile on his face. He suddenly became confident again, thinking happily, even if He Lianyu came back to collect debts, so what, he is now a master of weapons training, so why not be afraid of him?

"I remember that Mr. Lian Yu was only thirteen or fourteen years old when he broke through as a master craftsman. Later, he suffered an accidental decline in his cultivation, and he returned to the peak in just a few years. It is gratifying to congratulate."

The old man with a white beard was chattering again, He Lianyu's face froze, and Rong He behind him burst out laughing.He Lianyu's face became even more ugly, faintly livid.

The person Xuehuzi said broke through as a master craftsman at the age of thirteen or fourteen was not He Lianyu but Rong He back then, and it was also Rong He who suffered an accident in his cultivation.In the past, He Lianyu, bearing He Lianyu's name, would not take these words seriously.Now that the real person appeared and stood behind him, watching him as a demon silently, he only felt ironic and embarrassed.

"After all, it's not your own, even if you hold it in your hand, it's not safe." Rong He said coldly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became extremely dazzling.

It was only then that several other appraisers discovered his existence, and they were full of doubts about his words.One of them was on good terms with He Juzhou, and when he saw Rong He's sarcasm, he was a little dissatisfied, and was about to reprimand him, but was pulled by Xue Huzi.

Xuehuzi recognized Rong He as a master disciple of Bei Mingzong, knowing that he could not offend him, he put on a straight face and put on the airs of an appraiser to ask Rong He to take out the magic weapon forged.

Rong He didn't mind their attitude, and handed over the long sword he forged.This sword is three feet seven inches long and two fingers wide. It is fringed with lamp velvet.The blade of the sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the flowing light is hidden on it, giving it a cold and luxurious texture. When facing the light, one can vaguely see the complex and intertwined rune formations on it.

Just looking at the workmanship, this sword is extremely exquisite, and several appraisers all praised it in their hearts.

But before they had time to smile, they all looked weird, and they murmured to each other for a while, and finally Xuehuzi came forward and said: "Mr. Bring out a yellow rank weapon?"

Being Qizong at such a young age, Xuebeard's words made He Lianyu's heart skip a beat, unwillingness and jealousy welled up in his heart.But soon, Xuebeard's last sentence gave him a sudden pause, his mood was up and down, and he became weird.

The yellow rank is the last of all ranks.

Rong He bowed and explained: "Senior, don't blame me, this sword was forged by me for others, and it needs someone else's blood to make this sword recognize its owner, in order to show its true grade."

Rong He's words dispelled some doubts in Xuehuzi's heart, and the magic weapon that can show the true grade only by recognizing the master aroused the curiosity of Xuehuzi and others.They discussed for a while and allowed Rong He to finish the last step.

Rong He nodded his thanks, then looked at Ye Hanqi, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Ye, please give me a drop of blood."

On the eve of the competition, Rong He told Ye Hanqi that in order to thank him for his kindness over the years, he would forge a sword for him.Ye Hanqi never thought of anything in return for helping others, and he didn't take Rong He's words to heart. He didn't expect Rong He to mean the truth.

Ye Hanqi cut his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and wrapped it with spiritual power and sent it to Rong He.Rong He took the sword from Xue Huzi's hand, and guided the blood to fall into the sword.

In an instant, the blade of the sword emitted a blinding white light, and the cloudless sky suddenly darkened, as if densely covered with clouds, and there was a muffled sound of thunder.The vision of heaven and earth came too suddenly, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the changes on the stage.Xue Huzi's eyes widened, and he almost pulled his beard off in surprise. Rong He was also taken aback, and glanced at Ye Hanqi.

"This is an earth-level magic weapon. You are not a weapon sect, but a master of weapon refining?" Xue Huzi said excitedly, as if looking at a monster, his eyes were firmly fixed on Rong He.

He Lianyu on the side heard these words, his face turned as white as snow, and his whole body became cold, as if falling into an ice cellar.He thought that he was already great as a master craftsman, but Rong He was a master craftsman, two whole steps higher than him, and even more great than some elders of Tiansha Liuzong.

He Lianyu couldn't feel jealousy anymore, more fear.Rong He's adventure and strength are enough to shatter the pride in his heart.

When the people in the audience heard Xuebeard's words, they all started whispering and discussing.He Juzhou's eyes were gloomy, his face sank like water, he stared at Rong He not knowing what he was planning.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was getting bigger and bigger, Rong He quickly explained: "Senior misunderstood, I am still a master of refining weapons. It seems that Zong and Sheng are not far apart, but the barrier between them is like a sky. There is no sign of a breakthrough. Moreover, the vision of heaven and earth has not been completed just now, and this sword is only at the peak of the profound rank."

Rong He's neither humble nor overbearing explanation made Xue Huzi feel good. He re-appraised the sword, and finally sighed: "There are talents from generation to generation, and each generation is worse than the next generation. You juniors have come out in large numbers, we old guys feel ashamed Not as good."

After Xuebeard finished speaking, after discussing with several other people, he announced that the No.1 winner of this session was Rong He, and personally delivered the prize for this session to him.

Rong He took the things with a calm expression on his face, not surprised by honor or disgrace, with a self-contained demeanor.Xuebeard looked amazed, and wondered in his heart why such a genius is not famous in Taoism.

He Lianyu ranked second. In fact, at his age, this achievement is already very good, but compared with Rong He, he is far inferior.He Lianyu's heart was heavy, like a huge boulder was pressing on his heart, making him feel extremely uncomfortable with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The refining competition came to an end, Rong He bypassed He Lianyu and left.After the game result was announced, he and He Lianyu didn't speak a word, nor did they make any eye contact.He left He Lianyu behind, just like many years ago, proudly holding his head high and walking towards his own destiny.

The path of cultivation is based on strength.He has the power to reach the peak step by step without the help of the so-called family power.He is Rong He, an independent Rong He, and he will not wrong himself just to please anyone.One day, he will stand on the peak and look down on Tiansha Liuzong.

Under the stage, everyone in Beimingzong was waiting for him to pass, with smiles from the bottom of their faces, cheering for him.Rong He's heart was warm, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Suddenly, the faces of the disciples of Beimingzong changed slightly, and they looked behind him in unison.Rong He seemed to have sensed it, and turned around abruptly, a figure rushed up and threw him to the ground, with a flash of cold light in his hands, he chopped off his neck.

The sudden appearance of this person, the strike was quick and hateful, and several appraisers on the stage did not react.Seeing that the man's dagger was about to chop off Rong He's head, Rong He's pupils shrank suddenly.At the moment of life and death, he raised his hand in front of his neck, grabbed the opponent's short blade, and bent his knees against the opponent's chest.

The sharp knife cut through Rong He's palm, the pain oozes from the bone, the blood instantly stained Rong He's whole hand red, and the blood beads fell down pattering down, soaking Rong He's skirt.

Rong He kicked the opponent's butt, but the opponent forcefully pulled the knife out of Rong He's hand like a normal person.His hands were wet and slippery with blood, Rong He couldn't hold the knife.He noticed that the assassin's face was dull and his eyes were glazed.

Rong He gasped, this is not a living person, this is a low-level puppet, moreover trained with the secret method of Tiansha Liuzong.In just a split second, countless thoughts flashed through Rong He's mind. He kicked away the puppet on his body, ignoring his image rolling on the ground, and escaped from the opponent's attack range.

Low-level puppets are ignorant and have infinite power.But fortunately, he has no brain, can't think like a human being, and can only execute simple mission instructions from his master.

Rong He couldn't figure out who was going to kill him, the puppet followed closely, Rong He got up from the ground, ran to the edge of the stage and jumped down.

On the other side, people from Beimingzong rushed over, and Qin Zhaoran who was the first to react was the one who rushed to the front.The platform was not too high, Rong He circulated his spiritual power in the air and landed steadily.He didn't care about the bleeding wound, he ran towards the people of Bei Mingzong, and was hugged by them.

The puppet chased after him, and was sent flying by Zhuohua's palm, smashing a big hole in the pillar of the stage.Zhuohua's palm is enough to break the meridians of a normal person, making him unable to stand up.But the puppet is not a human being, he struggled to get out of the pit, his body twisted unnaturally, and walked towards Rong He step by step.

Zhuo Hua was terrified, and the others were also shocked.

Rong He pushed away Qin Zhaoran who was holding him tightly, and said softly: "This is a puppet, ignorant."

Zhuo Hua understood, and flew forward, with his hands in the shape of claws, he removed all the major joints of the puppet.Without the support of the bones, the puppet fell to the ground and crawled forward.

Seeing such a crazy and persistent puppet, some people feel chills in their hearts.There was killing intent in Zhuohua's eyes, and the puppet moved forward for a certain distance, and Zhuohua directly swung a fire spirit and landed on the puppet.The fire grows against the wind, and the puppet's clothes are like hot oil, and it burns quickly, turning the puppet into a big fireball.Within a few breaths, the flames burned people to ashes.

After solving the puppet, Zhuo Hua turned around and asked about Rong He's situation. Rong He shook his head to express that he was fine, while Xiao Junyue found out the elixir to bandage Rong He's wound.Qin Zhaoran held Rong He's other hand, his body trembling slightly.

Rong He held him back, reassuring him with his eyes not to be impulsive.

The wind rolled the ashes that the puppet turned into into the distance, Zhuohua's face turned cold, he looked at He Juzhou and said, "Sect Master He, don't you Tiansha Liuzong plan to explain this matter?"

He Juzhou froze on his seat. The incident with the puppet happened suddenly, and he couldn't react in time. He didn't know who released the puppet.

"I don't know how to talk nonsense, why bother to kill me in such a hurry." Before He Juzhou could find an excuse to explain, Rong He spoke first.His voice was not loud, but it contained spiritual power so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Everyone's expressions became subtle at the same time, Rong He's words were very intriguing.The four words of killing and killing are very interesting. You don't need to think about it to know that there are many entanglements in it.

He Juzhou didn't expect Rong He to say this suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, before he had time to check it out, the accident happened again.

A pretty figure ran out from the crowd, pointed at Rong He's nose and cursed: "He Lianyu, I will not let you have another chance to snatch Brother Tingxuan."