The sky was G.o.d's tribe's.

The ground was the G.o.d's tribe's.

Even the air was G.o.d's tribe's.

Call the G.o.d's tribe a rule?

To challenge the G.o.d's tribe?

I'm sorry, but we can either follow the rules of the G.o.d's tribe or just follow the methods of the G.o.d's tribe.

The appearance of the G.o.d's tribe meant everything.

Whatever I say is what I say, if you sing a different tune to me.

I, your father, will go crazy. Who cares what kind of refining ceremony you are in, I'll just kill all of you G.o.d's design attic, let's see how you're going to play with me!

Grand Court was very clear on this point.

If he wanted to save G.o.d's design attic today, the only way was to win!

Victory to the end!

Only by winning would the G.o.d's tribe have no reason to go berserk!

However... This was an unfair compet.i.tion!

Want to win?

It was too difficult!

Forget about these tens of thousands of master artificers, even the two ancient world s had crushed his head like two mountains, causing him to be unable to breathe.

However!

If he wanted to save G.o.d's design attic, he could only win!

Grand Court endured it heavily, and said: "Alright, let's follow the rules that the elders have set for us. Elder, please begin."

presbyter of G.o.d's tribe smiled and said: "Let's begin!"

… ….

"f.u.c.k, isn't this too despicable?"

"This way, G.o.d's design attic will really be forced to his death."

"There was originally a slight chance, but now it seems that there is no chance at all for G.o.d's design attic. I'm afraid even the refiners that G.o.d's tribe brought with him would not be able to make it out alive."

"The battle of attrition is so f * cking sinister."

"G.o.d's tribe is really shameless."

Xiao Bai and the others said angrily.

The Elder Swordsman said, "This way, most of the G.o.d's design attic's refiners will be exhausted. When the time comes, we will fight like vegetables being chopped from a radish, one at a time!"

Senior Mie asked: "Since when did G.o.d's tribe have such a group of sinister dogs?"

Xiao Bai looked at them and asked, "What can we do?"

The Elder Swordsman shook his head: "This is a refining compet.i.tion, we do not understand refining. If we go out, it will only cause trouble for the G.o.d's design attic, and it will also cause the G.o.d's tribe to find excuses to go crazy."

"Sigh …"

tan dapao sighed, and said: "If only Boss was here, he could refine anything."

"That's right!"

"If only Boss was here."

"He's a top-notch expert in smithing."

"Boss, where are you?"

… ….

"Achoo, choo …"

"d.a.m.n, which chick is missing me?" Long Fei sneezed three times in a row. He looked at every corner of the plaza and was disappointed.

Li Yuanba did not appear.

Xiao Bai and the others did not appear.

Lan Mei, su su, they did not appear either.

Long Fei muttered, "Where are you now?"

"It can't be because no G.o.d's design token can enter, right?" Long Fei was also secretly worried in his heart, but now was not the time to be worried about this.

As long as they were alive, they could find it.

Right now, the most important thing for him to do was to deal with G.o.d's tribe and protect him.

He came here to rebuild the Sky Sword.

Before G.o.d's design craftsman can recreate his Sky Sword, he must protect them.

"Despicable G.o.d's tribe Dog, it really is a war of attrition." Abbot Whitebrow glanced outside the window and gave a fierce shout.

Long Fei glanced at her white brows, and said: "Hurry up and cultivate, don't waste time."

Abbot Whitebrow nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes. Martial Ancestor, I will go right now!"

Actually.

To the presbyter of G.o.d's tribe's surprise, their battle of attrition was extremely beneficial to Long Fei.

If the first 'explosion' was like pulling apart rotten weeds, G.o.d's design attic would definitely not be able to handle it. However, the battle of attrition gave Long Fei enough time to train Abbot Whitebrow.

Bai Mei was the peak refiner of the Universal Realm. His comprehension and apt.i.tude both exceeded Long Fei's expectations, and his cultivation speed was extremely fast.

He only had a little more time before he could advance!

This was the acc.u.mulation of many years of artifact forging.

It was just like how, in the past, he had only practiced the basics. Now that he had reached the advanced realm, he was naturally much faster.

… ….

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

"Next!"

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

"Next!"

… ….

One after another, Master Refiners came forward to challenge the other. These Master Refiners from the hegemon level sects were not weak, and the Master Refiners of G.o.d's design attic would have to waste a lot of energy to deal with them.

After several consecutive rounds, his physical and mental strength had reached the point where he was unable to endure even spirit energy.

"G.o.d's tribe wins!"

"Next!"

Another elder of the G.o.d's design attic walked down, his head lowered in dejection as he looked at Grand Court and said, "Grand Court, I-I-I-I'm useless. This method of theirs is simply too much."

Grand Court comforted her: "It's fine, go to the side and rest."

Refining spiritual power required a high degree of concentration.

After a few rounds, his spirit power couldn't hold up any longer.

It didn't matter if he lost.

But...

This loss would cast a psychological shadow over every refiner, and the path of the refining process in the future would become even more difficult.

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

"Next!"

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

"Next!"

… ….

A few presbyter of G.o.d's tribe s were seated on their teacher's chairs, waving fan in their hands as they smiled proudly. They were not concerned about the results of the compet.i.tion at all, as they knew what the final outcome would be.

"G.o.d's tribe wins!"

"Next!"

Another presbyter of G.o.d's tribe was defeated, his face was pale and he gasped for breath.

presbyter of G.o.d's tribe mocked, "Grand Court, you are just like that as a master refiner. After a few rounds, you are already exhausted, like a piece of trash, hahaha …"

The elder glared at him furiously, "You …"

presbyter of G.o.d's tribe sneered, and said: "What about you? You're still admitting to being a trash? "Tras.h.!.+"

"Pfft …"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

Every single refiner who entered the G.o.d's design attic was a genius refiner and all of them were a little proud.

It also had a huge impact on other weapons craftsmen.

Grand Court's eyes darkened, and he said: "Maintain your heart!"

presbyter of G.o.d's tribe sneered, and said: "Keep your guard up, hurry up and call your men over."

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

"G.o.d's design attic wins!"

… ….

"G.o.d's tribe wins!"

"Next!"

… ….

Every ten rounds, there would be one Elder from G.o.d's design attic who would lose.

In this way, the G.o.d's design attic would lose without even needing to be an artificer.

Moreover.

Every elder on the G.o.d's design attic's side had done their best and had exhausted themselves. It would take them at least three days to recover.

But!

Three days was too long.

After a full day, there were only ten elders left on the side of the G.o.d's design attic.

On the other side, the elders of the G.o.d's design attic were all panting heavily as they were unable to recover at all in a single day.

But!

There were still more than half of the ten thousand refiners here.

"G.o.d's tribe wins!"

"Next!"

presbyter of G.o.d's tribe laughed coldly, and said: "Grand Court, send someone to compete with us."

There were only a few Pavilion Masters left.

He was also a master refiner at the peak of G.o.d's design attic. Grand Court's expression darkened. With a ball of fire burning in his heart, he said heavily: "I'll do it!"