She was reluctant to do something just now, maybe she was just to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and she deliberately saw my joke. She was so scheming and cruel. Thinking of this, Luo Zigao secretly regretted what he said just now, and hated Gu Fenghua even more.

Luo Zigao thought this way, of course, he judged the gentleman's ambition by his villain's heart and misunderstood Gu Fenghua. The reason why Gu Fenghua delayed it until now was because there were too many impurities in the piece of fine gold and crypts, which were almost scrap iron. How dare she take action easily? If her spiritual sensuality was far superior to that of the saints of the same level and had learned the complete set of Xuantian Artifacts, she might not have been able to take action until now.

However, Luo Zigao didn't think much about it. He understood Gu Fenghua's "sincere intentions" and quickly concentrated the pagoda with all his strength.

"No matter what, I finally got the initiative. Gu Fenghua wasted his intentions and wasted too much time in order to calculate. Maybe he failed at the last moment and couldn't cry. At this time, he must not be distracted." Luo Zigao thought so, while doing his best to make a handprint at the fastest speed.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed. How could Gu Fenghua make such a low-level mistake?

Luo Zigao's movements were very fast, but her movements were even faster. Her slender white fingers danced lightly, dripping beautiful and moving arcs, and a delicate pagoda was quickly condensed and formed under her hands.

The sarcasm and ridicule around him stopped unknowingly. No matter how suspicious or disgusted Gu Fenghua, he could not pick up any problem from her handprint.

"When" the gong sounded lightly, the Holy Time Circle stopped rotating.

"Boom boom boom..." Several explosions also sounded at the same time. In order to seize this last moment, seven or eight people refining their weapons had their best efforts, but at this last moment they failed and left the field in a dilemma.

Among the more than 200 weapon refining masters who participated in the first round of competition, only more than 50 people remained.

"Congratulations to you for winning the first round of the competition. Please present them to your respective pagodas, and you will be praised by all the masters." Lu Fangyuan said on stage.

As the elder of the Wuji Chamber of Commerce, he is also a host and always shows up.

In order, a weapon refiner who was nearly 60 years old quickly stepped onto the stage and presented the pagoda he had refined to Shen Muyun and others. Although many weapon refiners participated in this weapon Taoist ritual for the sake of Tianyu Purple Soul Gold, many people were self-aware and knew that their strength was not as good as that of Luozi's seniors and celebrities, and they did not dare to have any insignificance about the day's purple Soul Gold. They participated in the competition just to make a name for thousands of people. In fact, the weapon Taoist ritual for the realm of the realm is a great opportunity for many weapon refiners to make a name for themselves.

Therefore, according to convention, the Master of the Artifacts who are responsible for holding the Artifacts and Taoist Dharma Assembly should comment on them one by one and give them this opportunity. Of course, this is also to prevent someone from following the private dance in the competition, destroying the name of the Artifacts and letting down Lord Gongye Longzhu's painstaking efforts.

"Yes, although this pagoda is not very exquisite, its refining techniques are extremely experienced. It shows that the artifacts have a profound foundation. How dare you ask this master's name?" Shen Muyun and others looked at the pagoda carefully, discussed it for a few words, and finally Shen Muyun spoke.

"Thanks to the praise of all the seniors, I will be resigned to Juquan." The old man said happily.
Chapter completed!