Ye Yun and the others waited for a while and heard that the two forging masters were competing. Wouldn't it be just right?
The two masters came to the reception courtyard.
Abu Damu said: "Ye Yun, this Master Ge wants to compete with me in forging weapons. We will use the spirit sword as the theme and help this little brother forge two sharp swords at the same time. How about it?"
"Of course! I don't know what the demand is, and I don't know if the materials we brought are suitable."
"You can bring out the materials, but we don't have enough. In addition, Master Ge has several special conditions for every forging, which requires your cooperation."
"Okay, no problem, Master Ge, please tell me."
Ge Yuanlong said: "Choose the master of the divine weapon. The weapon I forged cannot be buried, so I must know who is using it and what his strength is. If the strength is too poor, wouldn't my work be in vain?"
"That makes sense! So?"
"This is my guard A Bin, and his strength is also in the void realm. How about we let him fight with the sword seeker until he reaches the point?"
Ye Yun looked at Lang Sai, who nodded resolutely.
"no problem."
Abu Damu said: "Just in time, I also want to see how strong this little brother is, so that I can make forging adjustments."
Ye Yun nodded and said: "Okay!"
At this time, Huizhen said: "The arena in the city has been undergoing maintenance recently, and you two are in the Void Realm. You need to go to the temporary arena outside the north city gate to fight. Please move on."
"good!"
"Walk!"
Soon, a group of people arrived outside the city, causing quite a commotion.
The arena outside the North City Gate was exactly the arena they saw when they entered the city. At this moment, the black and white martial arts cultivators had not yet decided the winner.
Ge Yuanlong said disdainfully: "Why haven't we decided the winner yet? These juniors are getting worse and worse recently."
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In Ge Yuanlong's eyes, martial arts is also a kind of weapon. Whether it is powerful or not can only be described as high quality or low quality.
Abu Damu said: "Soon"
The four of Ye Yun were also watching the battle. Huizhen on the side explained to Ye Yun: "One of the weapons they used was made by Master Abu Damu, and the other was the work of Yihe."
Ye Yun smiled and said: "We happened to pass by when we came here before, so we inquired about this news. Master Hui specifically stated it. Could it be that there is a deeper meaning in it?"
"Clever, they each represent two forging places, and the black-robed martial artist is here to fight with weapons."
"Fighting weapon?"
Zhao Qing said: "It almost means kicking the gym."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Huizhen smiled and said: "Kicking the gym, this is quite vivid. Ye Yun, who do you think will win?"
"Huh? Well, I don't know much about the fighting style of your Cang Shou Realm martial arts cultivators, but the winner should be the black-robed warrior."
"Oh? Why don't you avoid it? This makes Master Abu Damu sad."
Abu Damu glanced at Huizhen, who just smiled innocently.
Ye Yun said: "Strong people never need to be recognized and evaluated by others, and they will not be complacent because of lies. Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a gap in the strength of the two martial arts, and there is also a gap in their weapons. The black-robed warrior is obviously hidden In addition, the weapon is already very suitable for him and is not something he just got recently."
"Um"
Sure enough, in less than five minutes, the white-robed warrior was completely exhausted. He had no strength left to fight and would risk his life if he continued to fight.
But the white-robed martial artist seemed to have seen Master Abu Damu and did not intend to admit defeat.
Huizhen said: "The white-robed warrior is eager to seek weapons, and is very sincere. He is very respectful to Master Abu Damu. It seems that he wants to risk his life. Alas."
Abu Damu did not speak to stop him.
Ye Yun looked at Zhao Qing, and Zhao Qinghun thought: "This is a kind of belief. Maybe he will be defeated in the end, but if this belief is interrupted, it will be even worse."
Ye Yun thought about it, thought about the reason, and felt that he should really trust the white-robed warrior in the ring.
The power of faith is very powerful and can often play a key role!
No, when the two warriors clashed and struck, the white-robed warrior was about to fall to the ground. He had exhausted his last spiritual power, but he just didn't want to fall!
At this last moment, all the martial arts cultivators were sweating for him.
But then a miracle happened.
I saw the sword in the white-robed warrior's hand vibrating slightly, and the next moment, the sword actually fed some energy back to him!
Ye Yun was shocked, could it still be like this? ! He could clearly see that the sword was absorbing the surrounding energy, while infusing the energy into the white-robed warrior, and also emitting an inexplicable power.
"Is this the masterpiece of Master Abu Damu?"
Ye Yun murmured, and the two masters were a little surprised. Could it be that this little guy also saw it?
Master Huizhen smiled and nodded, and he naturally saw it.
Zhao Qing felt it, while other spectators noticed it later.
I saw the white-robed warrior standing up again, concentrating all his spiritual thoughts on the weapon.
The two figures collide again!
But unfortunately, there was a gap in strength, and it was the white-robed warrior who finally fell.
There were sounds of regret and even blaming complaints all around, thinking that the white-robed martial cultivators had disgraced their Fubo City and even Master Abu Damu's face.
The referee quickly announced the result, and the black-robed martial artist won.
But everyone actually discovered that the black-robed martial artist was not that good, and his sword was cracked!
"Hmph! He's no better than me!"
The black-robed martial artist glanced at the gap in the sword and said unconvinced.
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, the white-robed martial artist's sword was also missing a hole, but it was slowly regenerating, while the black-robed martial artist's sword was a little slower.
Make a judgment.
The white-robed warrior was helped off, while the black-robed warrior still stood on the ring and swallowed a few pills. His soul thought loudly: "Who else wants to challenge? Anyone holding Master Abu Damu's weapon can challenge me." Fight! I, Idamu, will take them all!"
"Arrogant!"
"Arrogant!"
"Hmph, if I go up now, wouldn't it mean that I won't be able to win without force?"
"How about we fight again tomorrow? Just take a day off first!"
"Yes, I don't want to bully you! Let's make a fight tomorrow if you dare!"
Idamu snorted coldly and said: "It just consumed a little bit of spiritual power, and it didn't even hurt my fur. Why, could it be that there are no people in Fubo City who dare to fight?!"
"Too arrogant, I'll do it!"
"Damn it, let's see if I don't beat you until you have teeth all over the floor!"
At this time, a figure leaped up and rushed straight into the ring.
"Mr. Zhao?"
"master?!"
Several people were shocked. They didn't expect Zhao Qing to directly fight. Is this too much?
Ye Yun was also confused. Zhao Qing should not be such an impulsive person. Did he have any deep meaning in doing this?
Idam said: "Who are you? Are you also a martial artist in Fubo City? Tell me your name! I will not kill unknown people!"
"Don't care who I am, all you need to know is that this sword was promoted by Master Abu Damu. Do I meet the conditions for fighting?"
"Come!!"
