"Huangji!"
Yuwen Taibai suddenly looked at Yuwen Huangji: "Fellow Taoist Haoran, are you really not joking!?"
At this time, Yuwen Huangji's mouth was already extremely bitter.
He, even more than Yuwen Taibai, could not accept this fact.
However, the Supreme Palace Master asked the question personally, how could he not answer it.
Therefore, Emperor Yu Wen nodded with great despair: "To report to the Supreme Palace Master, if the cauldron is indeed a top-grade holy weapon, then what Alchemy Saint said...is true."
Yuwen Taibai's eyes widened and he looked at Luo Fu in disbelief.
In the entire scene, there were only five people guarding the refining furnace.
And Luo Fu is the only one who matches his age.
However……
When Yuwen Taibai suddenly saw Luo Fu's calm and unruffled face.
Deep in the distant Wandao Immortal Palace.
Thirty thousand feet underground, in a secluded immortal mansion.
Yuwen Taibai's true body suddenly opened his eyes!
I opened my eyes, and for a moment, there was a look of fear in those eyes!
When one's cultivation reaches the level of Yuwen Taibai, it can be said that he has only half a foot on the threshold of becoming an immortal.
Its power is that at certain accidental moments, it can penetrate the mysterious and secluded, and see into some illusions beyond the way of heaven!
But, for some reason, he saw Luo Fu in his Dharma Eyes.
A smell that frightened even Yuwen Taibai flashed across Na Luo Fu's body.
This feeling is like a mortal, facing a ferocious tiger from a distance through a soft curtain!
Misty, but real!
It was this moment of crisis that made Yuwen Taibai break into a cold sweat!
And this kind of feeling that can make Yu Wen Taibai's heart tremble has never been experienced again in nearly ten thousand years.
However, when Yuwen Taibai's Dharma Eyes looked at Luo Fu again and distinguished it carefully, that feeling was gone.
Like, it never happened.
"Huang Ji! Is this son a disciple of my Immortal Palace?"
A voice transmission entered Yuwen Huangji’s mind.
Yuwen Huangji felt a slight movement in his heart. He didn't know why the Supreme Palace Master suddenly became so cautious, so he told the truth truthfully and said via message: "This son is a disciple of the Penglai Shen Sect."
Yuwen Taibai's expression was extremely solemn. Later, he sent a message: "Maybe it's my misunderstanding, but no matter what method you use, you must take this son into the sect of my Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace!"
illusion? What illusion?
Emperor Yu Wen was confused when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "What if he refuses?"
Yuwen Taibai's tone dropped: "Kill his body, kill his three souls, and make him unable to be reincarnated forever!"
Emperor Yu Wen was overjoyed when he heard this. It was exactly what I wanted, and he immediately replied in a deep voice: "Junior, I obey!"
The conversation between the two was extremely secretive, and no one in the entire Four Arts Dojo knew about it.
In the sky of the Four Arts Dojo, Yuwen Taibai's Dharma form was still invisible and did not reveal any ominous appearance at all.
Immediately, Sun Haoran smiled at Yuwen Taibai and said: "Fellow Taoist Taibai, Xiaoyou Luo still has three furnaces of magic weapons that have not been appraised. Are you interested in taking a look?"
The Dharma form of Yuwen Taibai said calmly: "No need."
"According to the rules of the Four Arts Ceremony, the furnace of top-quality holy-level magic weapons he refined is enough to determine the points."
"Unless he refines a sub-immortal magic weapon, there is no need to summon me again."
After saying this, Yu Wen Tai Bai, the Dharma image disappeared.
The sky has returned to blue sky and white clouds, with a blazing sun hanging high in the sky.
After the return of Dharma, in the Immortal Mansion, Yuwen Taibai frowned slightly.
In recent years, as he got closer and closer to Yuhua Ascension, he would occasionally see some illusions.
Some of these visions are omens of reality.
But more than anything, it was a false illusion caused by his too deep delusions.
For Luo Fu, the sudden sense of crisis was hard for him to ignore.
With the idea of rather killing the wrong person than letting him go, Yuwen Taibai gave the order to Yuwen Huangji.
…
The Four Arts Dojo.
Sun Haoran looked pleased and nodded frequently to Luo Fu: "Congratulations, little friend Luo, for successfully refining the best holy weapon and winning 28,000 grand ceremony points!"
The entire dojo was once again in a state of shock!
This top-quality holy weapon was personally appraised by Palace Master Taishang, Yuwen Taibai, and it cannot be faked.
And Yuwen Taibai also personally refuted Yuwen Huangji's slander against Luo Fu.
This made Emperor Yuwen's face look uncertain, and his eyes staring at Luo Fu were filled with undetectable murderous intent!
at the same time!
An urgent and heavy voice entered Luo Fu's mind.
"Little friend Luo! I didn't expect that Yuwen Huangji would suddenly summon Yuwen Taibai!"
"That Yuwen Taibai seems to be peaceful and kind, but this person has always been demanding revenge and is narrow-minded!"
"Once the Four Arts Ceremony is over, you must return to the Penglai Divine Sect immediately and do not stay! Remember, remember!"
Sun Haoran was smiling all over his face, and there was no trace of any connection between his performance and his sound transmission.
Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. These eight words were fully utilized by Yuwen Taibai before he retreated into seclusion and stopped caring about worldly affairs!
Luo Fu replied: "Thank you, Mr. Sun, for reminding me."
"Fellow Daoist Luo Fu!" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
Huang Tianming stood in the air, clasped his fists in front of Luo Fu, and bowed deeply.
He was extremely excited and said: "This... this, I just asked you to help me refine a sub-holy weapon, but I didn't expect you to refine a top-quality holy weapon."
"This, this...how can I bear it, and how can I repay you?"
Huang Tianming was both excited and nervous.
He couldn't afford the high price of a top-quality holy weapon.
Luo Fu said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Huang, there is no need to be nervous. The top-quality holy weapon does not require you to pay any additional fees. It will be given to you for free."
Wow!
The scene immediately became noisy.
The ultimate holy weapon, just give it away like this?
Huang Tianming was even more excited and embarrassed, and said hurriedly: "But...but you and I have no friendship, why do you..."
Luo Fu slowly shook his head and said: "Practice as a Taoist, the road is difficult and bumpy, there are intrigues, and people's hearts are unpredictable."
"How many masters and disciples have turned against each other, and father and son have become enemies. It's no surprise."
Luo Fu pointed at Huang Tianming and said: "Under such a world, the love between mother and son, father and son, and husband and wife among the three Taoist friends are so sincere and touching."
"Although you and I have no friendship, my true love as a fellow Taoist is worth tens of thousands of dollars."
Perhaps there are reasons for being selfish.
But true love is more valuable.
Most of the monks at the scene were silent.
Luo Fu asked for the Nine Flowers Gathering Cauldron back and gave it to Huang Tianming, saying, "Fellow Daoist Huang, the three-flower cauldron you requested has been changed to the top-grade Holy Order, the Nine-Flower Holy Cauldron, by me privately. I hope it will be put to good use."
After saying that, Luo Fu didn't give Huang Tianming a chance to cry with gratitude. He didn't need the other person's gratitude and turned back to the second weapon refining furnace.
With a stroke of palm wind, the second weapon refining furnace was opened!
Suddenly, an illusory black shadow rushed out from the weapon refining furnace.
All the monks hurriedly stared.
Then he saw that the black shadow was a netherworld sable with black and blue energy exuding from its entire body!
"Oh my God! It's the Weapon Spirit again!"
"This is the second weapon spirit today!"
"Luo Fu is too intimidating, isn't he? Other people's powerful monks and powerful spirits, how come they feel like they can be obtained at his fingertips?"
He asked Luo Fu for money from the casual cultivators of the Netherworld Moving Tower. He was speechless and burst into tears with excitement.
Then, a black and blue pagoda slowly rose into the sky from the self-refining furnace!
The Netherworld Sable Artifact Spirit nimbly circled the pagoda three times before diving into the tower.
"Little friend Luo, take a quick look at me!"
Sun Haoran hurriedly asked for the pagoda. After looking at it carefully, he showed surprise again: "This... this should be the holy pagoda, right?"
"I still can't identify the grade of this tower!"
The scene was agitated!
Could it be possible that it is another top-quality holy weapon! ?
"Little friend Luo?" Sun Haoran looked at Luo Fu with questioning eyes.
Luo Fu nodded calmly: "The best holy weapon, the Holy Tower of Netherworld Movement."
Without Sun Haoran asking, Luo Fu also knew that what he wanted to ask was the grade of the magic weapon.
All the monks felt their scalps numb!
What the hell is this? Others asked to refine a sub-sacred weapon, but Luo Fu downplayed it and changed the sub-sacred weapon into a top-quality sacred weapon! ?
How can one person refine two top-quality holy weapons at the same time?
