"Owner?"

"generally?"

The words of these two words in what Mr. Xue said made the soldiers in Lianshenshan particularly unhappy.

For a moment, he even felt very difficult to accept. Even though he usually cursed, he also regarded this as a master like himself. Why is he so shameless and shouted at the boss one by one, and he really regarded himself as a craftsman?

Furthermore, I am afraid that I will never dare to despise the things that these four people have worked together. Even if these four people have refined a piece of stubborn iron, I have to study whether this piece of stubborn iron is special. Moreover, if I don’t study it for a year or two, I will never dare to speak easily, so as not to have problems. It is too embarrassing, but that Young Master Fang actually dislikes it?

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And they are disliked, but these four old guys don’t take it seriously?

The Soldiers of the Refining Shenshan are very confident in the weapons they have refined, but inexplicably, their confidence is seriously insufficient.

As for the others around, they also heard Mr. Xue's words. For a moment, everyone was thinking about something, and they started to talk. There were a few openings deep in the crowd. At this time, they hurriedly wiped the jade board in their hands and wanted to lower the odds before the second young master Fang appeared... If it really doesn't work, it would be better for these two families to tie!

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"It seems that Mr. Fang Er is serious..."

Also after the crowd, several seaters from the Old Sutra Court discussed in a low voice: "It is obvious that the weapons he has refined have not yet appeared, but in the eyes of everyone, no one dares to underestimate him anymore. Thinking about it a month ago, no one was optimistic about it..."

Mr. Yuheng laughed: "Yes, you didn't think much of it at that time!"

Several other teachers glanced at him and sneered: "Who is the one who wants to betroth his eight-year-old granddaughter to him?"

Mr. Yuheng looked embarrassed: "It's not what I want to marry, it's my granddaughter who saw him and really fell in love with him..."

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"The time is approaching, and Mr. Fang Er should show up, right?"

The Soldier Lord of Lianshen Mountain was a little impatient, snorted coldly, and reminded him heavily.

"You are so anxious, how can you make good things?"

Mr. Xue rolled his eyes, looked like he was too lazy to pay attention to him, and also glanced at the sun in the air.

Then he gently tapped the pillar of the tent and shouted inside, "Boss, is it almost done?"

"alright!"

A sound of Fangcun came from inside the tent.

With just this sound, the crowd immediately surged around him, and everyone was waiting for him.

The soldiers of Lianshen Mountain, the elders, and the eight disciples, all raised their heads and couldn't hide their nervousness.

Further away, Chaoge City could see a tall building in Chaoge City where the old sutra courtyard could be seen outside the city. The Seventh Prince trembled and drank a sip of tea. He drank half a cup, but another half was spilled on his body. His face was already faintly blue at this time, and his lips even showed an abnormal purple color, but his eyes looked even more gloomy and strange than before, as if from hell.

"Can we win?"

He suddenly looked beside him and asked with a hiss.

The old eunuch stood quietly and whispered: "Don't worry, your highness, we still have a great chance of winning!"

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"Mr. Fang Er, since you want to fight, then you can decide the lottery before you decide the winner..."

The leader of the Lianshen Mountain saw that the weapon was about to be released, and suddenly spoke loudly and shouted: "If I lost to Lianshen Mountain, I would hold this mountain sword and hold Mr. Fang Er with both hands. From now on, the gate of Lianshen Mountain will always be open. Mr. Fang Er will always be my distinguished guest of Lianshen Mountain. He will respond to all requests. If Mr. Fang Er loses, please ask Mr. Fang Er..."

He paused slightly and said, "What if you promise to help me with Refining Shenshan?"

Listening to his words, the gentleman Cang next to him couldn't help but look at him curiously.

The previous plan for Lianshenshan was not like this. As long as Fangcun’s fighting weapon lost, Lianshenshan could slowly plan it. Naturally, Fangcun could agree to their conditions, but it was not like this conflict or opposition like this. But perhaps the leader of Lianshenshan’s soldiers had no confidence at this time, so he took the initiative to shout out and simply made the bet clear...

Listening to the words of the soldiers of Lianshen Mountain, Fangcun's voice quickly came out: "It's up to you!"

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In Chaoge City, the Seventh Prince heard this from afar and was overjoyed.

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Before the tent, the soldiers of Lianshen Mountain were also very happy, but before he could say anything else, he suddenly heard:

"The time is here!"

Before the words were finished, everyone was not able to react. Suddenly, a firelight surged into the sky, and the rolling fire air swept out from the depths of the tent. Almost all the tents were completely torn apart by the strong wind stirring by the fire, one by one, like a broken butterfly, rolling towards the dark clouds in the air...

It was also at this time that everyone's vision was no longer blocked and they saw an iron furnace three feet high standing in the center of the area. On the iron furnace, there were flowers, birds, fish and insects, various patterns, and the essence was extraordinary. The fire that soared into the sky flew out from the stove and rushed directly into the dark clouds, which had already caused the dark clouds to swell.

"Open the furnace!"

Fangcunzhi held an old umbrella in his hand and stood ten feet away from the furnace, on a jade platform.

He held a handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, as if he was blocking the fireworks, and waved his hand at the same time.

And closer to the Divine Furnace, there were three old men in a triangle standing, which were the other three masters of refining weapons. They all looked at the furnace nervously and waved their hands desperately: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, don't delay..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of a tremor sounded, and rows of barbarians three feet tall waved their hammers and rushed forward with great strides.

Stepping on the ground is like an earthquake.

"Bang!"

They rushed to the front of the Divine Furnace, danced the sledgehammer, and smashed it hard on it.

Each person and the hammer were all extremely powerful. Under such a blow, the divine furnace quickly collapsed and then cracked. There was endless smoke and dust inside rushing out, flying into the air. The dark clouds in the air were pulled and began to produce endless changes. The raindrops as big as beans suddenly fell down, smashing the ground one after another.

At the end, the divine furnace was smashed into a pile of mud by the barbarians.

It looks narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, full of wrinkles, weird and twisted, ugly and ugly.

"Is this... smashed?"

Many people looked stunned and looked at the piece of stuff on the ground with no idea.

Even the Lianshen Mountain clearly showed a look of surprise.

But after hitting a certain level, the group of barbarians retreated and made a way out. They could only step forward slowly and come to the stubborn iron. A light flashed in their palms, and they had cut their palms and dripped a string of blood on it.

With a "swish", clear smoke rose from the iron block.

The little fox helped Fangcun tie a handkerchief on his palm. Although the wound was almost healed when he tied it up.

Fang Cun leaned over slightly and held the iron block like a stubborn stone in his hand.

He held it with one hand and held an umbrella with the other hand to shelter from the rain. He slowly came to the front of everyone in Lianshen Mountain.

The eyes of countless people around him all looked at the iron lump in his hand.

"Do you still need to compare?"

Fangcun held the iron lump and smiled at the people of Lianshen Mountain.

"Forehead……"

The people from Lianshen Mountain opened their eyes wide and couldn't see what the iron piece was. However, Mr. Cang was sore about his rubbing that his eyes were sore. He couldn't help but send a message to Fang Cun in secret and said, "Young Master Fang, if you really can't make it, just tell us lowered it. Everyone understands that if you lose or win, why do you have to put it on this openly to embarrassment?"

"hehe……"

Fang Cun also saw their feelings, and suddenly smiled softly and said, "Please look!"

As he spoke, he threw it lightly.

The iron block in his hand flew out immediately, and with a rumbling sound, it became three times larger.

When it landed on the ground, the earth trembled, and many people who were close to it almost fell down, their eyes even straightened slightly.

It became bigger at this time, and it looked a little shaped, what did it look like?

Winter melon?

But, you refine a weapon, but you make a winter melon to do something, and do you use it to smash people?

Fang Cun smiled, looked at the "winter melon" with gentle eyes, then slowly pinched a handprint and said, "Fire!"

As his magic power swept around him, the "winter melon" suddenly buzzed.

Suddenly, an invisible gravitational force appeared at the mouth of the winter melon, making a rumbling sound. At this moment, there were countless Mars scattered around, some of which had just been extinguished, and some were still lit, and some places were ignited with weeds, slowly burning. As the winter melon moved, all the Mars suddenly flew into the mouth of the winter melon.

In an instant, the Mars around had been absorbed completely, and the Mars on Mr. Xue's cigarette pipe was sucked over.

The surroundings suddenly became silent, and everyone opened their eyes wide and stared blankly.

But Fang Cun kept pinching a magic seal again, and then gently spit out a word: "Water!"

The winter melon vibrated again, and a gurgled sound. The surroundings were raining down, and there was a little water accumulation on the ground. At this time, they were all driven by invisible forces and flew into the air, turning into water flows, pouring straight into the winter melon. Even the raindrops that had not yet landed in the air were pulled by this force, flying towards the winter melon piece by piece, and then rushing to the gourd one by one.

"this……"

There was a silence around, and finally someone realized something, his face was shocked and strange, and his lips trembled slightly.

Fang Cun knew that these people had already understood it, so he smiled gently and reached out his hand. The winter melon suddenly flew up automatically, and became smaller at the same time, and then slowly fell on his hand, looking well-behaved, obedient, ugly, but inexplicably cute.

"Senior from the Refining Sacrifice Mountain, I don't know how I refine the Eight Treasure Gourd?"

Fang Cun smiled and looked at the people from the Refining Shenshan, his eyes swept over the others.

"you……"

The soldiers in Lianshenshan, as well as the elders, all their lips trembled slightly, and they wanted to say something, but they said it.

What was revealed in my eyes seemed to be a little desperate.
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