A few weeks passed, and the game was still in full swing. The process of smelting materials takes a few weeks for most smelters, but their cosmic source force can't help such consumption. From the third day, some people began to take drugs to support their cosmic source force.
Once the flame goes out, the previous refining process is likely to fall short, which is a great psychological burden for any player.
"Did he come to the game or to make trouble!" Countless pairs of eyes in the whole universe are staring at Fang jueyu, even those high-ranking people on earth.
Since the beginning of the competition, Fang jueyu has been sitting where he was. The first day he listened to music and the next day he watched a movie. Others were refining metal with the source flame, but he was cooking there. At this moment, he actually closed his eyes and began to practice the source of the universe!
"What the hell is he doing here?" If the weapon smelters were not firm minded, they would have blown up by now.
For the weapon refiner, refining is a sacred thing, but in the eyes of Wang dahammer, it turned into a joke.
"This boy, don't think I can't recognize it if I change my name!" A middle-aged man is eating melon seeds and watching this cosmic event.
The rapidly developing earth is not what it used to be. Although the infrastructure needs to be improved, the financial resources are extremely terrible. Today's region seems to have become the core of this cosmic region.
The earth has long purchased chain entanglement technology from other civilizations. Even if they are separated by countless light years, they can watch this once-in-a-thousand-year cosmic event.
"Dad, do you know him?" Wang Cong's son just passed by.
"Oh, this is your uncle jueyu!" Wang Cong said.
Wang Da Chui is a man who runs away from the earth. Wang Cong also knows that Ma Yun, Zhou Runfa, Lu Benwei, Liu Mou and others who have turned the universe upside down in recent years are all pseudonyms of Fang jueyu. Naturally, Wang Da Chui is no exception.
"Ah? Uncle Fang? How did he get to the weapon refiner competition? I heard that the threshold of this weapon refining master competition is very high. Most people can't even get the qualification to participate. " In the heart of Wang Cong's son, this has always been a legendary figure.
"I don't know. Maybe the ordinary clothes can't satisfy him," Wang Cong said with a smile. "You see, people are working hard. He is here to watch movies, listen to music, eat, sleep and practice!"
"Ha ha ha as like as two peas uncle I have heard of, this style of work is exactly the same as that I heard of." Wang Cong's son couldn't help laughing. "Uncle Fang is probably wandering outside alone. Is he bored?"
"I don't know. The boy's wealth and fame can return home to enjoy the good fortune, and I don't know what he's busy with." Wang Cong just contacted Fang jueyu some time ago, but Fang jueyu said there was something important to do. Is that what he said?
"Do you want to see it? I have an intuition that this boy may win the championship! "
"That's it?" Wang Cong's son said incredulously, "it's not that I despise uncle Fang, but he..."
"Hahaha, based on my understanding of your uncle, once he starts to pretend to force, there will be nothing he can't do. Look!"
"OK," Wang Cong's son suddenly became interested, "let's have some color?"
"Hahaha, OK, I bet 200 civilized planets. If this boy can't win the championship, these 200 planets will be yours!"
"It's a deal!" Wang Cong's son said excitedly, it's rare that his Laozi is so generous.
"But if you lose, just inherit my property honestly. Don't always think about playing a spaceship race!"
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"Ow!" Fang jueyu stood up and stretched. Unconsciously, more than a month later, almost all the smelters had completed the first step of refining process.
Today's game is glittering with brilliant light, and tool refiners are trying to depict inscriptions. Only after this step is completed, their works are beginning to take shape.
"Look, the young man named Wang sledgehammer is awake!"
"I've been practicing for a month. What does he think of the weapon smelter competition? A free training ground? "
"Didn't he say that he was afraid that his flame would affect others' competition. Now everyone's refining process has ended. I want to see if his flame is as powerful as he said!"
"Hahaha, do you really take his words seriously? A related customer is a related customer. I don't think his qualification as a master of refining tools is true. How can he be so powerful? "
"Almost!" Fang jueyu glanced faintly at the people around him. His face slowly raised an unfathomable smile. "It's time to show real technology!"
Fang jueyu lifted his palm at will, and a silver flame suddenly flashed out. It turned into a silver fire dragon and rushed into the sky. Unexpectedly, he roared towards the field.
"That's the flame!" Among the many people who watched the competition, the young people who took the exam with Fang jueyu that day and the three local instrument refining masters as judges were also impressively listed. They recognized that this was the first flame used by Fang jueyu that day!
The sound of the dragon's chant was like a loud slap on the faces of those who questioned Fang jueyu. Even laymen could see how terrible the power of the flame was!
Just now, hundreds of thousands of weapon refiners sacrificed their own flames at the same time, but there was no flame that could compare with it. He was really not talking big! If Fang jueyu releases this flame when smelting materials, the surrounding source fire may be severely suppressed!
"There is such a flame in the world!" Several master smelters in the jury also showed surprised eyes one after another.
"The flames don't seem to be pure flames. I even feel that they seem to have life. How in the end is this done?"
"His strength is just a controller, but do you feel that the temperature of this and flame is stronger than the flame summoned by those transcendent weapon refiners!"
"Look carefully, his breath of life is less than 100 years old. Now my head hurts a little and I can't explain..."
For a moment, the young man broke too much of their cognition!
"This is the fire of origin!" Luo zifara, President of the association of refiners, said.
"What? But isn't this fire cultivation method lost? Even in the records of the root universe, the description of this flame is extremely rare! "
"This young man named Wang sledgehammer reminds me of a man." It's not the first time lozifara saw the fire of origin. When the examination of cosmic federal school ended decades ago, a young man showed a cyan flame in front of him. This flame is also the fire of origin!
"Fang Jue Yu, Wang Da Chui, is there really nothing you can't do in your Shenhao civilization?"
"He's going to get the materials!"
"I don't know what he can take out."
"Huh? What is that black wood? "
"Click!" Lozifara, who was drinking water, crushed the container in his hand, and his eyes seemed to fall out of his eyes.
"This is... This is Mosla meteorite! It is the material for forging divine soldiers, which can not be found in our universe. So far, the only nail sized morsela meteorite iron found from the root universe is still in the treasure house of our association. "
"Hiss!" Everyone took a breath.
They know the value of this morsela meteorite iron, that is, the nail size piece is far more valuable than the ordinary semi divine soldiers, and the piece Fang jueyu took out is as big as a head!
Not only those masters, but also many well-informed tool refiners were stunned, and even the inscriptions in their hands slowed down. They had envy, doubt and enthusiasm in their eyes.
"Dong!" Fang jueyu put the precious meteorite iron on the stage.
"Click“ The morsela meteorite iron was very brittle, and a few small pieces flew out of the light collision.
But even this small fragment is still valuable, but Fang jueyu didn't look at it and didn't even realize it!
"Shua!" A master craftsman on the edge gave up his work directly and jumped at one of the fragments.
"This is mine! I want to see! "
"Get out! I got it first! "
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"This... A broken stone, isn't it?" Fang jueyu looked at the masters who were about to fight and shook his head, "Hey, the poor man is really sad!"