"Everyone, I am honored to be able to witness this glorious day."

Fenling Mountain Top, Statue Square.

A middle-aged man in a black robe was suspended in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back. His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the top of the snow-capped mountains and rang clearly in the ears of tens of thousands of people.

Among the thick crowd on the ground, Li Guanqi stood beside Nishimura Mina and Guan Ting, looking at this person from a distance, his eyes solemn.

[Seven-star magician]

Among the Eight Burning Craftsmen, there are two seven-star conjurers, Fujii Teru's eldest and second disciples. The remaining Six Burning Craftsmen actually sided with them, fighting openly and secretly in Fenling Mountain.

Struggle for power.

And this person is Fujii Teru’s eldest disciple, Omura Takashi!

This is not only a seven-star conjurer, but also an weapon refiner who can refine ninth-level sacrificial weapons with the help of Fenling Mountain's earth-fire furnace!

But today's protagonist is not him.

Li Guanqi withdrew his gaze and looked towards the front of the crowd.

There, there are a total of 8 splendid seats, which are the seats of one of the Eight Burning Craftsmen.

Omura Takashi spoke in mid-air.

And these eight seats are already filled with seven back figures.

The eight Fenling craftsmen are gathered here, just for one person!

"Since my mentor Mr. Fujii Teru, the founder of Fenling Mountain, established Fenling Mountain 372 years ago, he has been able to refine third-level sacrificial weapons without relying on the earth-fire furnace and simply relying on his own inferior cultivation level.

He is the only person who has ever lived."

Omura Takashi was suspended in front of tens of thousands of Fenling Mountain disciples. He turned his head and looked at the statue of Fujii Teru behind him, and said with tears in his eyes:

"But today, we have another refining genius who has achieved this level in Fenling Mountain. He is a rising star, a successor to our master, and a new star of our Fenling style. He will bring Fenling Mountain to a more glorious place.

tomorrow!"

"Let us welcome him! Welcome, Takada Aoi!"

"Whoa whoa!!"

In the entire square, tens of thousands of Fenling Mountain disciples began to cheer and applaud.

Li Guanqi was also applauding.

But he had something else on his mind.

The level of a weapon refiner is linked to one's own cultivation level.

But excellent weapon refiners can generally surpass their own realm.

In other words, a one-level weapon refiner can only be considered excellent if he can refine a second-level sacrificial weapon.

But there are even better ones.

For example, Teru Fujii, a seven-star conjurer back then, relied on the core technologies of the Earth Fire Furnace and the Burning Spirit Style Refining Method to be able to cross two levels and refine a ninth-level sacrificial weapon, attracting many ninth-level conjurers to visit him.

And what is the concept of Takada Aoi?

He refined the third-level sacrificial weapon with his unparalleled cultivation!

This is completely a step beyond level 3.

And this is without using a ground fire furnace.

For a weapon refiner, this is an absolute genius, even a monster-level genius. It's no wonder that Fenling Mountain attaches great importance to him. Even the Eight Fenling Craftsmen gathered here to hold a ceremony for him and restore his status.

"Buzz——"

Amidst the thunderous applause, a burst of colorful light slowly appeared on the 10-meter-tall statue of Fujii Teru with its raised right hand.

Immediately afterwards, Takada Aoi's figure in red gradually emerged in the light.

He no longer carried the sword case on his back, and just wore the Fenlingshan red robe embroidered with gold threads. He stood in the right palm of the statue of Teru Fujii, looking at the tens of thousands of people below with a smile on his face, enjoying countless cheers and envious eyes.

But among the crowd, Li Guanqi looked at him and looked into his eyes, but he didn't see any joy in those black pupils.

Some are just indifferent.

"Everyone, everyone."

At this time, Takada Cang smiled slightly and pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, and his voice strangely spread throughout the square.

He didn't seem to cast any amplification spell. This amplification effect may be one of the functions of the Fujii Teru statue.

As he began to speak, Omura Takashi slowly fell to the ground in mid-air, returned to his seat, and quietly looked at Fujii Teru on the right hand of the statue.

"Thank you eight masters for your love."

Takada Cang looked at the Eight Burning Ling Craftsmen on the eight thrones, bowed slightly, and then said softly: "Eight Masters, let me come up and say a few words, so let's do it.

But what to talk about?

If I were to give some testimonials, no one would be interested.

Then tell me how I used my inferior cultivation level to refine a third-level sacrificial weapon?

In fact, there is nothing much to say about this, except for two points.

1.Talent.

2. Work hard.

This is all useless nonsense, so let’s just stop talking about it.”

As soon as Takada Aoi said this, tens of thousands of people in the square immediately burst into an uproar.

Although everyone knows that this is the case, the purpose of this celebration speech is not to let this weapon-refining genius come on stage at Versailles to say a few words, and then call on everyone to continue working hard like him, and then officially restore his status.

What he did was a bit out of line.

The eight Fenling craftsmen also looked at each other in confusion at this time, including Takada Ao's teacher Kimura Shinpei, who were all a little unhappy. It seemed that Takada Ao's move was indeed not part of the plan.

"Let me tell you a story!"

At this time, Takada Solang laughed and said: "Compared with boring speeches and meaningless nonsense, telling a story may interest everyone more.

A long, long time ago, there was a person who had a pretty good level of weapon refining. Occasionally on a whim, he could refine a sacrificial weapon that was higher than his own level. He often told outsiders that he was an excellent weapon refiner.

He is a seven-star conjurer, and with the ability to refine eighth-level sacrificial weapons, he seems to be considered the upper echelon of this world.

But it's actually not enough.

Seven stars, an embarrassing position.

It was more than enough, so much that he went to Southern Xinjiang and said hello, and the king of Southern Xinjiang would summon him to have a drink and chat with him.

But what about comparison?

Insufficient, too insufficient.

The Bagua-level powerhouses ignored him, and the Jiugong-level powerhouses were invisible to him.

He wanted to visit the Gu God Ancestral Temple in southern Xinjiang, but because he was a foreigner, the priests of the temple ignored him.

He seemed to be standing on the upper level of this world, but the top level of this world was in the clouds and he couldn't see it at all.

He wanted to see it but couldn't.

But all this changed that day.

In search of a weapon-refining material, he came to a certain snow-capped mountain.

But he couldn't find the weapon refining material in this snowy mountain, but he followed the traces all the way to the depths of the ground, where he found another thing.

With this thing, he became so powerful that he could even refine ninth-level sacrificial weapons easily.

In this way, he rose to the top and reached the top of the world, drinking and laughing face to face with those Nine Palace level experts who only existed in legends.

He created his own force.

Even the Sakura Shogunate had to come to him to order military sacrificial vessels.

He also accepted many, many apprentices, among whom 13 were the most beloved and respected by him. He accepted them as his direct disciples and taught them carefully and cultivated them with all his heart.

But finally.

Just because he wanted to pass on the core weapon-refining skills to his descendants alone, his disciples chose to murder him cruelly.

He just died.

The disciples he valued most in the past joined forces to kill them, seize the weapon refining technology, and divide the industry.

And among these 13 apprentices, 8 have fully learned the core techniques and have taken control of the power he left behind after his death."

Having said this, Takada Ao, who was standing in the right hand of the statue of Teru Fujii, stopped and looked at the Eight Burning Craftsmen on the ground with a smile.

"..."

And they didn't move.

"Um?"
To be continued...