Chapter 813 (1/2)

As time went by, the square was full of blazing flames, which made the whole square as hot as a furnace.

The onlookers with lower cultivation strength are hard to resist the heat that can affect the soul.

In this kind of refining, there were also many fufu masters who could not bear the pressure, which led to the failure of refining weapons.

In the twinkling of an eye, on the fifth day, the number of people who failed was more than half. There were also some fufu masters who succeeded in refining spiritual weapons.

However, the spiritual success of these masters is only focused on participation, and their accomplishments are at the level of four-star and five-star.

They just want to temper themselves when they attend the Wanqi conference. As for winning the place, they dare not think much about it.

”Bang!”

Not far from Du Shaofu's refining position, a five-star fufu master, somehow, the temperature in the Linglu Fu cauldron was getting higher and higher, and the flames were rolling. Finally, he broke the Linglu Fu tripod.

With the explosion of the Linglu RUNDING, many fufu masters around were affected, and the Fuqi being refined in the Linglu Fuding also failed.

Du Shaofu did not move or shake, shielding everything around him.

Around the onlookers, several days and nights to watch, some closed their eyes, waiting for the final most wonderful duel.

Everyone knows that the real duel will be after the tenth day.

Even those who have successfully refined the spirit tools and the talismans in front of them, to put it bluntly, are just a foil. The real top duel will be in the end.

By the eighth day, there were less than a thousand left by tens of thousands of Fuwen masters.

But at this time, any of the fufu masters who could still stay on the square were all above the cultivation level.

”Hula...”

The energy fluctuates, the breath sweeps, and there are runes constantly appearing, which makes the whispering sound start to come out from the surrounding audience.

There are also some fufu masters who failed in the last critical moment to refine Fuyu, leaving with a disappointed and decadent face.

”There are only two left.”

In the audience seat, behind Shangguan he, an old man of Wu King's realm has a gloomy and dignified look.

This time, there was no one in Tianbao Pavilion. During the eight days, both of them only refined the talisman. One failed in the end, and both of them had already left. Only two people were left on the scene.

Shangguan he did not speak, eyes have been focused on the field.

Only Bai Lixu was the most relaxed one. He looked at the competition of many fu masters with interest and occasionally glanced over the referee's seat.

On the ninth day, there were less than a hundred fufu masters still in the field, and the breath in each Linglu Fu cauldron was the most fiery and vigorous.

”Boom...”

With the appearance of high-grade runes, the breath fluctuates and attracts the eyes.

At dusk on the ninth day, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

I do not know when, a layer of dark clouds in the sky, a palpitation of the breath began to spread.

”Shua Shua...”

Around the audience, many eyes closed to nourish the mind, in this moment began to open.

One by one, they looked at the dark clouds above the square, and their eyes began to fluctuate.

”Did you start to succeed?”

Around the eyes began to look forward to, dark clouds gathered, there is a faint flash of light, that is the sign before the formation of thunder robbery.

”Hula...”

The dark cloud was standing in front of a middle-aged man. Inside the cauldron, a big sword appeared. The hidden patterns of the talisman fluctuated and the breath was amazing.

But in the end, the middle-aged master of Fuwen didn't lead to thunder robbery, even half of the weapon was poor.