"Bam!"

Smas.h.i.+ng into a tree, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale as a sheet and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Looking at his shattered arm, he exclaimed, "My hand, my hand..."

"Ahh …"

Miserable screams of pain rang out.

To a refiner, losing a hand was equivalent to losing his or her life.

No matter how strong a refiner was, it was impossible for them to forge a weapon with a single hand.

The pavilion master screamed.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Previously, he did not know, but he thought that the G.o.d's design attic was scary.

Some of them had ugly expressions on their faces, as well as fear in their eyes.

However …

These people did not bother about Lei Gang, but stared fixedly at the bronze sword.

Long Fei walked over to the side of the pavilion master Lei Gang and lightly said, "Endure it."

He sprinkled some hemostasis powder on his wound, took out two Heal Pill and said: "I can help you stop the pain."

Pavilion Master Lei Gang said with grat.i.tude, "Thank you."

Long Fei said: "You're welcome. I want to know what you felt the moment you held the bronze spear?"

Pavilion Master Lei Gang looked at Long Fei and said, "The power of explosion."

"The power of explosion?" Long Fei's gaze tensed up.

Pavilion Master Lei Gang said, "The power of the explosion caused my arm to explode the moment I grabbed it. Xian Wu pavilion Lord, do not appraise it. That bronze longsword is too strange."

He now understood why the Pavilion Master Hai had suddenly died.

The power he felt was different from the one sensed by Pavilion Master Lei Gang.

Long Fei frowned, "Everyone has sensed different powers, if the pavilion master did not touch them, she would have simply used her Sea Refining Spirit to sense, and died suddenly."

"When Pavilion Master Lei Gang tried to sense it with her hand, she immediately blew off an arm."

"Seems like this sword is really different." Long Fei raised his eyes and looked at the bronze sword that was floating on the ground not far away.

Facing the 'sword of warG.o.d', Long Fei could immediately tell that Long Fei had called out its name, but he could not say anything about this bronze sword.

Moreover.

He couldn't sense anything.

Long Fei seemed to have disappeared because of his own special ability.

Old Man slowly said: "You still have a chance to choose."

"You only have one life, I hope you can cherish it."

A middle-aged man stepped forward lightly and said, "Allow me."

Now, everyone knew how powerful this bronze sword was. It would take a person's life, but no one gave up!

Fighters have their own goals.

Becoming a descendant of G.o.d's tribe meant obtaining the power of the ancient inheritance.

Similarly.

Refiners also had their own goal, which was to enter the G.o.d's design attic!

Retreating might seem simple, but to an artificer, it might end their advancement and even become a knot in their heart, making it difficult to break through in their entire lifetime.

Some things had to be done.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man with cautious expressions.

"Huff …"

The man walked forward and said with a faint voice, "Come!"

Finished.

The breath of true spirit on the man's body suddenly surged, "Rumble! "Rumble!"

The flames immediately began to roll up.

The flame moved and wrapped around the bronze longsword. The man's eyebrows tightened as he shouted, "Merge!"

At this moment.

"Rumble!"

For no reason at all, the middle-aged man suddenly caught on fire. He immediately cried out and rolled down from the altar.

"Ah... "Ah …"

Before he could last ten seconds, his corpse turned into a pile of dust.

Die!

Another refiner fell.

He died for no apparent reason. He didn't even know how he died.

Everyone's face once again tensed up. Many people began to tremble and no longer dared to advance.

This bronze sword was too savage.

He was definitely a ferocious soldier.

Any higher and you will die.

"Sigh …"

Old Man let out a soft sigh and muttered: "Looks like there aren't any outstanding refiners this year."

Three people went on stage. Two died and one was injured.

No one dared to try.

The only result of trying was death!

Old Man took a few steps forward, and said: "Cultivation is not easy, but the path of artifact forging is even more difficult. I think we should end it here today, and go back to cultivate more.

Half the time pa.s.sed.

The refiners at the scene were all frightened out of their wits, it would be a waste of time to wait any longer.

"Alright then!"

"This is too difficult."

"It's really difficult!"

"My cultivation is still not enough."

"What exactly is this G.o.dly weapon?"

… ….

Seeing the Old Man speak, they also followed suit and walked down the stairs, not daring to try again.

At this moment.

Long Fei took a few steps forward and said: "I want to give it a try."

"Huh?"

Old Man turned his head to look at Long Fei, at the symbol on Long Fei's clothes.

The symbol of the Xian Wu pavilion.

He was also the representative of the fairy city, and because of the fatry sect's recommendation, the Xian Wu pavilion was qualified to partic.i.p.ate in this evaluation. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the qualifications to be here.

"You?"

"What ability does Xian Wu pavilion have?"

"That's right, I've never heard of forging such a powerful weapon."

"The Xian Wu pavilion is here to join in on the fun."

"Going up is suicide."

"Brat, you should calm down a little. With your ability, what can you do? There's nothing you can do. "

"If we can't do it, how can a mere Xian Wu pavilion like you do it? Why don't you take a p.i.s.s? What the h.e.l.l is that. "

… ….

Xian Wu pavilion was looked down by others.

Every single Refiner here had a greater influence than the Xian Wu pavilion and they were naturally displeased to see that Long Fei wanted to go up and appraise them.

Long Fei smiled, and said: "Xian Wu pavilion is indeed not much, in the eyes of many Master Refiners, it is nothing, but I will quickly give it a try, what about you two?"

"Go ahead."

"Go if you have the guts."

"If you want every one of them, then shut up!"

"If you don't dare to go, then stop being c.o.c.ky in front of laozi. Tell laozi to take a p.i.s.s, why don't you guys take a p.i.s.s and take care of yourselves?"

"You don't even dare to try, what use can you possibly have?"

Not a shred of face.

Moreover.

While Long Fei was speaking, he had already walked up the altar and looked at the bronze sword floating in the air.

A few of the elders were extremely furious by what Long Fei had said.

"Kid, who do you think you are?"

"Do you think you have the right to mock us?"

"Younger generation member, you are truly arrogant. I shall see how you appraise it …"

Just when they were about to mock Long Fei.

Long Fei's right arm moved, "Weng!"

The power that came from practicing the blade-less heavy sword surged. The muscles of his entire arm tensed up, nearly bursting out of his sleeves.

Pavilion Master Lei Gang said loudly, "Brother, be careful of your hands exploding."

With a flick of his right hand, he directly grabbed it.

However.

At the same time, Long Fei's state of mind instantly became tranquil. There was not the slightest bit of a true spirit movement nor was there the slightest bit of a idea refining.

"Buzz, Buzz, Buzz …"

The bronze sword suddenly let out a sword hum.

The restrained sword gleams suddenly exploded out as if they were out of control.

Long Fei did not move.

At this moment!

In his world, what he held in his hand was not a sword, but … A dragon!