Bang!
He smashed into a large tree and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat as he looked at his destroyed arm. "My hand, my hand …"
"Ah …"
He screamed in pain.
To a refiner, losing a hand was equivalent to losing their life.
No matter how strong a refiner was, they would not be able to refine a weapon with one hand.
The master of Astral Thunder Pavilion screamed.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
In the past, Zhang Xuan had thought that the Pavilion of Heavenly Mysteries was just there to scare people. But now, he realized that appraising a God Armament could really take one's life!
Some of them had ugly expressions on their faces, and their eyes were filled with fear.
However …
These people ignored the Astral Thunder Pavilion Master. Instead, they stared intently at the bronze sword.
Long Fei walked to the side of the Astral Thunder Pavilion Master and said softly, "Endure it."
She sprinkled some hemostasis powder on his wound and took out two healing pills. "This can help you stop the pain."
The Astral Thunder Pavilion Master said gratefully, "Thank you."
Long Fei said, "You're welcome. I want to know what you felt the moment you held the bronze spear."
The Astral Thunder Pavilion Master looked at Long Fei and said, "The power of an explosion."
"Explosive force?" Long Fei's eyes narrowed.
The Astral Thunder Pavilion Master said, "Due to the explosive force, my arm was blown off the moment I grabbed it. Immortal Martial Pavilion Master, don't go and appreciate it. That bronze longsword is too strange."
He now understood why the Sea Refinement Pavilion Master would suddenly die.
The power he sensed was different from the power sensed by the master of Astral Thunder Pavilion.
Long Fei frowned, "Everyone sensed a different power. The Sea Refinement Pavilion Master did not touch it, but used the Sea Refinement Spirit to sense it, and died instantly."
"The Astral Thunder Pavilion Master used his hand to sense it and one of his arms exploded."
"Looks like this sword is really different." Long Fei raised his eyes and looked at the bronze sword that was floating on the ground nearby.
When faced with the Sword of the God of War, Long Fei immediately recognized the name of the Sword of the God of War. However, he couldn't say the name of this bronze sword.
Moreover.
He couldn't sense anything.
Long Fei seemed to have disappeared because of his special ability.
The weathered old man said slowly, "You still have a chance to choose."
"You only have one life. I hope you can cherish it."
A middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Allow me."
Now, everyone knew that this bronze sword was powerful and could kill people, but no one gave up!
Martial artists had their own goals.
Becoming a disciple of the celestial race would allow one to obtain the power of the ancient inheritance.
Similarly.
Artificers also had their own goals, and that was to enter the Pavilion of Heavenly Mysteries!
Retreating might seem simple, but to an artificer, this might stop their progress. It might even become a knot in their hearts, making it difficult for them to break through in their lifetime.
Some things had to be done.
Everyone looked at the middle-aged man with cautious expressions.
"Phew …"
The man walked forward and said, "Come!"
Finished.
The man's Qi of True Spirit surged. "Boom! Boom! "
The flames began to surge.
The flames moved and wrapped around the bronze sword. The man frowned and shouted, "Fuse!"
At this moment.
"Rumble!"
For no reason at all, the middle-aged man's body suddenly caught fire. The middle-aged man immediately screamed and rolled down from the altar.
"Ah …" Ah … "
Before he could even hold on for ten seconds, the corpse turned into a pile of powder.
Death!
Another artificer fell.
He didn't even know how he died.
Everyone's faces tensed up once again. Many of them started to tremble, not daring to go forward.
This bronze longsword was too savage.
It was an absolute murderous weapon.
If he went up again, he would die.
"Sigh …"
The weathered old man sighed softly and said in a low voice, "It seems like there aren't any outstanding artificers appearing this year."
Three people appeared, two dead and one injured.
No one dared to go up and try.
There was only one result if they tried, death!
The weathered old man took a few steps forward and said, "Cultivation is not easy, and the path of artificer is even more difficult. I think we should stop here today, go back and cultivate more. If there's a chance next year, we can challenge again."
Half of the time had passed.
All the artificers present were scared stiff. It would be a waste of time to wait any longer.
"Sure!"
"This is too difficult."
"It's really difficult!"
"My cultivation is still not enough."
"What exactly is this Divine Armament?"
… ….
Seeing the weathered old man speak, they also took the opportunity to step down, 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?"
The weathered old man turned his head to look at Long Fei, looking at the symbol on Long Fei's clothes.
The symbol of the Immortal Martial Pavilion.
It was also the representative of the Immortal Fate City. It was also because of the recommendation of the Immortal Fate Sect that the Immortal Martial Pavilion had the qualifications to participate in this Divine Armament appraisal. Otherwise, they would not have the qualifications to appear here.
"You?"
"What ability does the Immortal Martial Pavilion have?"
"That's right, I've never heard of refining any Divine Armament."
"The Immortal Martial Pavilion is just here to join in the fun."
"Going up is just courting death."
"Brat, it's better to stop. With your ability, what can you do? You can't do anything. "
"If we can't do it, what can a mere Immortal Martial Pavilion do? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?
… ….
The Immortal Martial Pavilion was looked down upon.
The influence of any Weapon Refiner here was stronger than that of the Immortal Martial Pavilion. Seeing that Long Fei wanted to go up to appraise, they were naturally unhappy.
The corner of Long Fei's mouth curled up, and he laughed: "The Immortal Martial Pavilion is indeed not much, in the eyes of many Weapon Refiner Masters, it is nothing, but I am rushing to try, what about you guys?"
"Go."
"If you have the guts, then go."
"If you have any, then shut up!"
"If you don't dare to go, then don't be cocky in front of me. You want me to take a piss and look at myself? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourselves?"
"If you don't even dare to try, what use are you?"
He didn't give them any face.
Moreover.
As Long Fei spoke, he had already walked up the altar and looked at the bronze sword floating on the ground.
The few elders were infuriated by Long Fei's words.
"Brat, who do you think you are?"
"You have the right to mock us?"
"You are really arrogant, I want to see how you will appraise it …"
Just as they were about to mock Long Fei.
Long Fei moved his right arm. "Buzz!"
The power from when he was practicing the heavy sword Edgeless surged. The muscles on his entire arm bulged, almost bursting his sleeves.
The Astral Thunder Pavilion Master said loudly: "Brother, be careful of your hand exploding."
His right hand moved and grabbed onto it.
However.
At the same time, Long Fei's mind instantly became silent. There was not the slightest bit of True Spirit surging, nor was there the slightest bit of intent to refine.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz …"
The bronze sword suddenly let out a sword hum.
The restrained sword aura suddenly shot out as though it was out of control.
Long Fei did not move.
At this moment!
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