Dead Dog
"Plop."
A crisp sound. His kneecap was about to shatter.
Even tighter.
"Bam!"
His head landed heavily on the ground. Another heavy sound. This time, a piece of limestone on the ground shattered. "Grand Pavilion Master, I was wrong."
"I, I, I retract my challenge."
"I …"
"I retract my challenge!"
He Zun begged for mercy.
Many people did not move, but the people of the Immortal Martial Pavilion knew that Long Fei's refining flame was of a rather high level, as high as a few floors.
It was an existence that could crush He Zun by a hundred times.
Actually.
There was no one here who understood the refining flame better than He Zun.
Cultivating the refining flame required countless years of accumulation, and even more so, an incomparably strong talent for refining. The seven-colored flame was something he had never seen before.
He was not his match at all.
If Long Fei managed to refine an Immortal Weapon, then he would definitely lose.
The consequence of failing the challenge was to leave his life behind!
He did not want to die.
So when He Zun saw the seven-colored flame, he immediately begged for mercy.
Ye Qingshan, who was beside Long Fei, tensed up. Looking at the seven-colored flame, he was completely stunned. His mouth was wide open as he looked at the Grand Pavilion Master, who was wearing a mask.
The people of the Immortal Martial Pavilion vented their anger. "He Zun, weren't you arrogant?"
"What's the point of your refining skills? In front of our Grand Pavilion Master, it's nothing. "
"You still want to swallow our Immortal Martial Pavilion?"
"Humph!"
All of them were enraged.
Wu Dragon did not move to refine. He looked at He Zun, who was kneeling on the ground. He was filled with disdain, but he did not dare to offend him. He said, "Old He, the refining challenge has not ended, we have not lost..."
He Zun said angrily, "Shut up!"
Wu Dragon trembled slightly, his eyes filled with displeasure.
He Zun said, "If you want to challenge, go ahead. Anyway, I will not challenge again. I will not seek death!"
Then.
He Zun continued to beg, "Grand Pavilion Master, I was blind, I was bewitched, that is why I came here to challenge. I was wrong, please give me a chance. I, I, I will immediately leave the Wu Family, leave the Immortal Fate City. Please, Grand Pavilion Master, let me live."
If he failed the challenge, he would have to pay the price.
He Zun didn't want to die.
Long Fei retracted his aura slightly. He Zun's sudden kowtowing and kneeling had startled him inwardly. At the same time, he was also shocked. The Pavilion of Heavenly Mysteries' refining flames are truly exceptional.
The moment it was summoned, it scared He Zun.
Long Fei's voice was gloomy as he said, "Do you know your wrongs?"
"Do you think it's over just by saying you know you're wrong?"
How could there be such a good thing in this world?
He Zun's eyes narrowed and his body trembled slightly. He said, "Grand Pavilion Master, as long as you are willing to spare my life, I will do anything you want."
Long Fei rolled his eyes, "Refining Flame!"
"Uh …"
He Zun's eyes darkened, and he said, "This, this, Great Pavilion Master, this, this is the refining fire that I spent fifty years to cultivate, you, you …"
"Either you leave your life behind."
"Either you hand over the refining flame." Long Fei snorted coldly. At the same time, the seven-colored flame surged again, and the Dragon Guard Sword trembled.
"Buzz!"
The courtyard was filled with an incomparably powerful sword intent.
It shook people's minds, causing their sea of consciousness to shake.
Not only was the Grand Pavilion Master of the Immortal Martial Pavilion at an extremely high level of artifact forging, his cultivation was also unfathomable. He Zun's cultivation was only at the Emperor Realm, so he was not his match at all.
He Zun clenched his teeth. Between his life and the refining flame, he still chose the former. The idea moved, and his body trembled. "Boom, boom, boom …"
His body rumbled.
Then.
He Zun spat out a mouthful of blood, and a blood-stained refining flame slowly floated above his right palm. He Zun's face was also extremely pale.
The refining flame was the lifeblood of the refiner.
If he took it out of his body, it could be said that he would never be able to refine a weapon in his entire life.
However …
Compared to his life, the refining flame was not that important.
Long Fei's eyes moved slightly, and said: "Ye Qingshan, go get it!"
Ye Qingshan shivered, he still could not react in time. He walked forward woodenly and carefully received the refining flame, his eyes flashing with a trace of desire.
The Artifact Refining Flame was something that every Armament Master yearned for even in their dreams.
Long Fei said indifferently: "I'll bestow it to you!"
Ye Qingshan's gaze tensed up, he was incomparably surprised. Looking at Long Fei, he did not know what to say.
The elders of the Immortal Martial Pavilion also had faces full of shock.
Especially Yan Kong and Guo Yan, the two of them were the most senior, but … The 'Grand Pavilion Master' did not even look at them, and directly gave the refining flame to Ye Qingshan.
Their eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.
He Zun said solemnly: "Thank you, Grand Pavilion Master, for not killing me."
Following that.
He Zun turned and left.
Dragon Wu looked at He Zun's series of 'actions', a little dumbfounded, "Elder He, Elder He …"
As he spoke, he was about to follow.
However!
Long Fei said coldly, "Did I say you could leave?"
Wu Bin and Zheng Yuanhang took a step forward and blocked Wu Dragon, "Did you hear that? I didn't say you could leave."
Dragon Wu's eyes turned sinister, "Get out of my way, what's so great about being a disciple of the Immortal Fate Sect? My two uncles are also in the Immortal Fate Sect, and they are even stewards. If you don't want to cause trouble, then scram to the side. "
The two of them were a little unhappy when they heard this.
Wu Bin was even angrier, and directly kicked him.
"Bam!"
What was Wu Dragon's cultivation level?
He was only at the Soul Astral Realm, but he was sent flying five to six meters away by Wu Bing, who was at the Emperor Realm. He knelt on the ground, his abdomen in pain, and let out a blood-curdling scream, "Ah … It hurts so much, kill them, kill them for me!"
The lackeys beside him quickly rushed towards Wu Bin.
All of them looked like fiends.
However.
Wu Bin said coldly, "Whoever comes up will die."
With a single sentence, he scared them all away, not daring to make a move against him.
"Ahh …"
Dragon Wu crawled up from the ground in pain, and said heavily: "You all, you all, I will definitely kill you all."
Wu Bin's shadow moved.
"Bam!"
Another kick landed on Dragon Wu's mouth, causing blood to spurt out crazily, "A piece of trash like you wants to kill us?"
Dragon Wu heavily smashed onto the ground.
It was incomparably painful.
But … He couldn't resist at all.
Long Fei said coldly: "Where did you get the news of the Great Pavilion Master's death?"
Dragon Wu's face was pale white. He was beaten beyond recognition by Wu Bin's two kicks. His eyes stared at Long Fei, and suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Your voice …"
"Hahaha …"
"You are not the Great Pavilion Master at all!"
"You are that trash from the Eastern Imperial City …"
Before he could say the word 'thing', Wu Bin turned around and kicked again.
"Bam!"
Dragon Wu flew up once again, letting out a pig-like howl.
Wu Bin said coldly: "If you say another half a word, I will make your mouth grow to the back of your head."
"Boom!"
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