"Where's your flying sword? Take it out and let us all take a look!"
Ming Han widened his eyes and shouted.
"Don't be anxious,"
Su Zimo's expression was calm. After a moment of hesitation, he controlled one of the flying swords and rose slowly from the Weapon Tripod.
If no one could tell that there was a problem with this flying sword, everything would be fine.
If anyone could tell that there was a problem, even if he brought out all 36 flying swords, it would only be a joke.
Right in front of everyone, a small and exquisite flying sword appeared. It was milky white and looked like a slender silver needle.
"What's that?"
"How can that be called a flying sword?"
"Hahahaha, that's clearly an embroidery needle. Did Mo Ling refine an embroidery needle for needlework?"
The Hellfire Hall cultivators mocked.
However, most of the cultivators did not laugh.
That was because most of the people present were Nascent Soul paragons. As long as they focused their gazes, they could tell that although the Dharmic weapon was small and exquisite, it was indeed in the form of a flying sword!
Moreover, six veins could be vaguely seen on the sword!
Although the Dharmic weapon was small, it was indeed a connate Dharmic weapon with six Dharmic patterns!
"What should we do now?"
"Both of them have refined connate Dharmic weapons and the title of Weapon Refinement Master can be given to both of them. However, there's no victor between the two of them and the two sects."
"Furthermore, Mo Ling seems to have refined the weapon for a shorter period of time than Ming Han."
Many cultivators discussed.
Everyone from Hundred Refinement Sect was excited.
They had not expected that the situation would develop to this stage and there would be a turn for the better!
Ming Han frowned. He felt that something was amiss but he could not figure out what it was.
When he heard the discussions around him, he felt frustrated and his mind was even more chaotic – he could not understand.
"Even connate Dharmic weapons have differences in strength!"
Ming Han sneered, "How can that embroidery needle of yours be compared to my flying sword?!"
"You'll know after we compete."
Su Zimo smiled indifferently and controlled the small and exquisite flying sword to stab towards Ming Han.
In the void, a cold light flashed and the flying sword was already close!
Ming Han was shocked.
Without much time to think, he subconsciously took out the flying sword that he had just refined and slashed at the incoming flying sword.
Clang!
Ming Han shuddered.
His flying sword was actually repelled by this tiny flying sword, and the light on the sword also dimmed significantly!
The crowd was moved!
If the flying sword was repelled, it was because Ming Han's Dharmic powers were no match for Su Zimo.
The weakening of the light on the sword meant that Ming Han's flying sword was indeed inferior to the small flying sword that Su Zimo had refined!
Su Zimo's flying sword hovered in midair, emitting a milky-white glow all over its body. As though it could absorb the energy emitted by the blazing sun, it became even more brilliant!
The essence of the flying sword was the Illumination Stone!
Even connate Dharmic weapons would not be able to shake it!
Su Zimo cultivated the Illumination Eye every day with the help of the scorching sun.
The scorching sun and the Illumination Stone had a mysterious connection to begin with, so it was not strange for such a scene to occur.
However, in the eyes of many cultivators, it was extremely shocking!
"Although this flying sword is small, it's truly an eye-opener for it to be able to trigger the radiance of the scorching sun."
"Seems like Hellfire Hall has lost this weapon refinement battle."
The expressions of the cultivators of Heavenly Dipper Sect, Chaos Essence Sect and Sword Sect darkened gradually.
If Hellfire Hall lost, they would have no reason to cause trouble for Hundred Refinement Sect!
No matter what happened in the future, at the very least, Hundred Refinement Sect's crisis was resolved for the Thousand Crane Tea Party!
"Since they're both connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapons, why don't we consider it a draw?"
Right then, Perfected Lord Pang Lan of Heavenly Dipper Sect said indifferently.
"Why should we consider it a draw?"
"That's right, Ming Han's flying sword is clearly not a match!"
"That's right, the Weapon Tripod we used is an ordinary one!"
The Hundred Refinement Sect cultivators were filled with anger – how could they let the matter rest?
"That's enough!"
Arakatsuki Michinoku stood out at the right time and said indifferently, "This weapon refinement battle has indeed been an eye-opener. Since both cultivators have refined connate Dharmic weapons, it should be considered a draw."
"As for the strength of connate Dharmic weapons, they will naturally be displayed differently in the hands of different cultivators.
"Both of you are Weapon Refinement Masters. As for supreme-grade Mystic Tea, both of you can share a cup! This matter ends here, there's no need to argue! "
It was clear that Arakatsuki Michinoku was biased.
The Hundred Refinement Sect cultivators were indignant.
Dao Being Yu Ding shook his head and gestured for everyone to quieten down.
Chigurumon was the host of this tea party. Since even a sect master had said so, there was no point in continuing.
Jian Wuzong shouted, "That's right, hurry up and move on to the next segment! It's time to resolve some grudges! "
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Instantly, countless gazes filled with killing intent and hostility landed on Su Zimo!
Countless people wanted to kill Su Zimo at the Thousand Crane Tea Party!
"Alright,"
Arakatsuki Michinoku nodded. "Since that's the case, please enjoy this tea and take a break. Thereafter, we'll move on to the second segment of the tea party, the fight between the paragons!"
"Is he even worthy of sharing a cup of tea with me?"
Just as everyone thought that the matter had come to an end, Su Zimo spoke slowly and sneered.
"Do you have any objections?"
Arakatsuki Michinoku narrowed her gaze and looked indignant.
Su Zimo's repeated provocations had already enraged her and she had only been restraining herself.
"I don't have any objections,"
Su Zimo said indifferently, "However, the outcome of this weapon refinement battle is the clearest!"
Thereafter, he waved his hand gently and a large number of milky-white flying swords rose slowly from the Weapon Tripod that was floating in midair!
There were a total of 35 swords!
Even before this, there were 36 flying swords that were identical without any difference!
The 36 flying swords shone brightly with the blazing sun above their heads, emitting a milky-white glow that intensified in a bedazzling manner!
Psst!
A series of gasps could be heard from the crowd.
That scene was way too shocking!
Even the three Dharma Characteristic Dao Lords present had their mouths agape and eyes widened as they watched this scene in disbelief.
"What … the f * ck is that?"
"This person refined a total of 36 flying swords and all of them are connate Dharmic weapons?"
"It's not only 36 connate Dharmic weapons, they're all identical! He refined an entire set of flying swords! That's way too terrifying! "
"Heavens! How can such methods be done by humans? "
It was already shocking enough that a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon was refined.
But now, Su Zimo threw out a huge pile of them. The visual and mental impact was indescribable!
The crowd was dumbfounded and their jaws were about to drop to the ground.
"What's the background of this person? It's already a blessing from the heavens for others to painstakingly refine a connate Dharmic weapon. Yet, this guy is mass-producing it?"
"What's there to compete for? Ming Han is way too weak!"
As though he was struck by lightning, Ming Han fell to the ground limply with widened eyes. His mind was blank as he shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible, impossible!"
The consecutive blows had already left him in a daze.
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