When Su Zimo saw that the situation was settled, he waved his hand gently and put away the 36 flying swords.
No matter what, his flying swords were not connate Dharmic weapons after all. If they were exposed for too long, there was no guarantee that nothing would happen.
Even if the 36 flying swords were gathered together, they were not that big.
Su Zimo held them in his palm and wiped his glabella carelessly. The 36 flying swords had already entered his right eye silently!
"Even if Hundred Refinement Sect wins this weapon refinement battle, it doesn't mean anything!"
The person who spoke was seated at the front of Hellfire Hall. He was the only Void Reversion from Hellfire Hall for this trip and his Dao title was Refinement Peak.
Everyone knew that Hellfire Hall's words meant that they had admitted defeat.
Dao Being Refinement Peak's expression darkened as he said slowly, "No one from Hundred Refinement Sect can defeat our hall master in the Weapon Refinement Grandmaster competition!"
"Not necessarily,"
Su Zimo said indifferently, "If Hellfire Hall is indignant, Hundred Refinement Sect will naturally look for you after the tea party. I'm just afraid that Hellfire Hall won't dare to accept the challenge!"
Everyone from Hundred Refinement Sect felt guilty.
They knew very well that no one in the sect could surpass the Hellfire Hall's hall master in terms of weapon refinement!
The reason why Su Zimo dared to say such words was naturally because of Hokkaidōjin!
After the tea party, Hokkaidōjin would reconstruct his body and return domineeringly.
Given his accomplishments in weapon refinement, he would definitely not lose to the Hellfire Hall's hall master!
"Alright, let's wait and see!"
Dao Being Refinement Peak sneered.
Su Zimo returned the Weapon Tripod to Nangong Ling before turning around and looking at Arakatsuki Michinoku who was not far away. "Senior, the outcome of this weapon refinement battle should be clear. Please bestow the tea, senior!"
Arakatsuki Michinoku was extremely unwilling.
However, at that moment, she naturally could not break the rules set by Chigurumon in front of everyone.
Taking a deep breath, Arakatsuki Michinoku calmed his mind and slowly said, "Tea!"
Very quickly, a steaming cup of top-grade Mystic Tea was handed to Su Zimo.
On the other hand, the Dharma Characteristic elder of Thousand Crane Sect was friendly towards Su Zimo and nodded with a smile. "This tea should be drunk while it's hot. Drink it in one go and use your Essence Spirit to comprehend the mysteries within."
"Thank you, Senior."
Su Zimo received the supreme-grade Mystic Tea but did not drink it. Instead, he returned to the front of Hundred Refinement Sect's formation with a teacup.
"Drink up."
Under the suffocating gazes of countless people, Su Zimo actually handed the top-grade Mystic Tea to Yoo Han-yeon!
The crowd was moved!
One had to know that the true focus of the Thousand Crane Tea Party was the Mystic Tea.
The Nascent Soul Realm prodigies of the Middle Ground gathered here just to drink a cup of Mystic Tea.
Even the ordinary Mystic Tea was a great opportunity and supreme glory.
Furthermore, there were only five cups of supreme-grade Mystic Tea!
To be precise, there were only two cups left of the tea party, including the one in Su Zimo's hands!
But now, he had actually given away the supreme-grade Mystic Tea!
"Isn't Mo Ling way too extravagant?"
"The moment he attacked, he gave away a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon. Now, he's even giving away supreme-grade Mystic Tea."
"No way, I've already fallen for him."
A Chigurumon female cultivator whispered with an infatuated expression.
Another female cultivator murmured as well, "This is truly unbearable. If it was me, I would have fainted from happiness long ago when that supreme-grade Mystic Tea was handed over …"
Everyone from Hundred Refinement Sect widened their eyes in shock as well.
Many people looked at Su Zimo and Yoo Han-yeon with strange expressions.
Could it be that this great beauty of the Hundred Refinement Sect was already taken?
Ru Xuan was a little envious but also a little upset.
Nangong Ling's expression darkened as well.
As time passed by, he realized that the gap between him and his Little Granduncle-Master was getting wider and wider, to the point of being unreachable!
Yoo Han-yeon was probably the only one who knew that Su Zimo did not have any romantic feelings for her.
"Don't think too much,"
Su Zimo said softly, "Hanyan failed in spirit gathering and her Essence Spirit is injured. It's difficult for her to recover fully. This supreme-grade Mystic Tea can heal her Essence Spirit."
Ru Xuan and Nangong Ling's hearts skipped a beat.
They could tell that Su Zimo was saying that to them.
Relieved, Nangong Ling smiled foolishly and turned to Yoo Han-yeon. "That's right. After drinking this tea, there's a high chance that your Essence Spirit injuries will recover immediately!"
"But, you were the one who won this cup of tea, Granduncle-Master."
Yoo Han-yeon's eyes were red as she choked, "It's all thanks to you that the sect's reputation was preserved. I'm not worthy of drinking this tea."
"You're thinking too much. In the sect, you're the only one who's qualified to drink this tea."
Su Zimo smiled gently and placed the supreme-grade Mystic Tea in Yoo Han-yeon's palm, saying unquestionably, "Drink it. Don't feel pressured."
He was not trying to comfort Yoo Han-yeon.
The reason why he was able to win the weapon refinement competition was entirely because he was opportunistic and did not rely on his true skills in weapon refinement.
In Hundred Refinement Sect, only Yoo Han-yeon was qualified to drink this tea!
"Drink it. Even Little Granduncle-Master said so."
Nangong Ling persuaded with a smile as well.
Yoo Han-yeon still shook her head.
"There's only one cup of supreme-grade Mystic Tea. If you give it to me, Granduncle-Master won't have it anymore."
Yoo Han-yeon said, "Granduncle-Master is also at the Nascent Soul realm. This supreme-grade Mystic Tea is extremely important to him as well."
"Who said that there's only one cup of supreme-grade Mystic Tea?"
Su Zimo smiled gently and pointed to the only remaining tender green tea leaves on the tip of the Mystic Tea Tree. "There's still one more cup."
"Ah?
Nangong Ling and the other two were stunned before their expressions changed!
Everyone knew that the remaining cup was reserved for the final victor of the paragon competition, the number one Perfected Lord of the Middle Continent!
Could Little Granduncle-Master's words mean …
Nangong Ling sent a voice transmission hurriedly, "Little Granduncle-Master, don't be rash. Our Hundred Refinement Sect's trip is complete and there's no need to cause any more trouble."
"Hundred Refinement Sect's matter is over … but my matter has only just begun."
Su Zimo patted Nangong Ling on the shoulder and said softly, "Neither you nor Hundred Refinement Sect should get involved in what happens next."
Before Nangong Ling and the others could react, Su Zimo had already turned around and said word by word, "I want this last cup of supreme-grade Mystic Tea!"
The crowd was in an uproar!
A declaration of war!
That sentence was a blatant declaration of war!
"How dare you!"
Ye Tiancheng sat on his throne motionlessly and said coldly with killing intent in his eyes!
Splash!
The nine wyrms were about to charge forward with rumbling demonic qi as the gigantic chains on their bodies let out a shuddering sound.
The remaining eight maidservants beside him glared at Su Zimo coldly.
"Is it finally here?"
Perfected Lord Pang Lan of Heavenly Dipper Sect said with a smile and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
Clang!
Jian Wuzong could not hold it in any longer and drew his sword right away. With a cold glint, he glared fiercely at Su Zimo and was prepared to charge forward at any moment to avenge his previous humiliation!
This time round, he wielded his sword first!
He did not listen to Hang Qiuyu's instructions at all!
He was third on the Phenomenon Ranking!
Although Hang Qiuyu was his senior brother, Hang Qiuyu was only ranked eighth on the Phenomenon Ranking a hundred years ago and had even lost to an unknown sword cultivator!
In Jian Wuzong's heart, Hang Qiuyu was inferior to him!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of sharp blades being unsheathed sounded.
Many paragons stood up with surging battle intent!
The fight between the paragons was about to begin!
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