Chapter 928

In Tianbao Pavilion, Yuan Fei slowly came to the public.

"You are welcome to challenge the dog, but..."

Speaking of this, Yuan Fei slowly walked out of the four elders behind him.

"However, it's not that any cat or dog can challenge my cast iron sect. If you want to challenge the dog, go through several elders of my cast iron sect first!"

"What?!"

"How arrogant!"

"Are you looking down on someone?!"

Yuan Fei's words immediately attracted the dissatisfaction of several weapon refining experts.

They are the masters of the famous town. They compare their wares with Yuan Yuhe. They think highly of him. Unexpectedly, they still need to compare with others before they are qualified to challenge?!

"Hum!" seeing the experts invited by other large doors, Yuan Fei said coldly: "if you don't want to, you can leave naturally!"

"Lord yuan, I think the challenge is false. Your son's fear of losing is true!"

At this time, Tianmen Zong Shang Qinghui suddenly opened a provocative way.

"Afraid of losing?! you can ask some elders behind me personally. Their strength is comparable to Yuhe?!" Yuan Fei sneered.

"Naturally, we can't compare with the little patriarch!" several elders of the cast iron sect bowed down and said.

"Wow ~ ~"

The words of several elders of the cast iron sect immediately made a mess under the stage.

You know, the master craftsman has the dignity of a master craftsman. He will never easily admit that his strength is inferior to others in his own field.

However, several elders of the cast iron sect personally admitted that they were inferior to others in front of everyone.

Obviously, Yuan Yuhe's weapon refining strength is indeed much better than these masters.

It seems that it is not unreasonable for master Xu Dong to accept yuan Yuhe as an apprentice.

"Lord yuan, if you think you can provoke us by such low-level means, you are wrong." Yu Wenming said coldly.

Yuan Fei smiled leisurely: "irritate you?! you look up to yourself too much. Is it necessary for me to irritate you?"

"Hum, not even a hairy boy. I think the elder of cast iron sect is just like this!" panghe then opened his mouth.

"Since you are willing to humiliate yourself, we don't mind," Huo Bufan said later.

"How do you compete in this competition?! Lord yuan, tell me." Qiao bin asked disdainfully.

Yuan Fei smiled casually and said, "you can compare it. As long as you can think of it, I'll accompany you."

Yuan Fei's words made everyone look stiff.

Countless people secretly said in their hearts that Yuan Fei's character is too rampant.

Although his iron smelting power is not bad, but standing in front of him are several legendary weapon smelting masters. Aren't you afraid of losing and losing?!

The weapon refining masters invited by several large schools are also arrogant masters. They tremble with anger at Yuan Fei's words.

I think their man is not famous, but he should be despised by Yuan Fei!

Who can bear it!

Several people decided to give the cast iron family a good look today!

"Lord yuan, you must also know that there are many kinds of refining items, including inscriptions, carving arrays, controlling fire, making weapons, etc. How about we have a competition today?"

"Yes!" Yuan Fei nodded.

"Then let me first appreciate the strength of the cast iron Zong inscription!" Qiao Bin took the lead in standing out from the four.

Qiao Bin's inscription strength is recognized as the strongest among the four.

The evil Qi he refined in those years was so terrible because of an unimaginable inscription.

Now, after more than ten years of precipitation, I believe Qiao Bin's inscription strength will be stronger.

"Mr. Bai, it's better for you to play this game." Yuan Fei said to an elder behind him.

"OK." the old man called Bai Lao slowly stood up.

The man was very old, with white hair and beard, and his eyes were dim as if he couldn't open them.

"Hum, I'm dazed. I'll lose. Don't say I bully you!" Qiao Bin said disdainfully.

"Hehe, young man, don't be so arrogant, otherwise it will be ugly if you lose!" Bai Lao responded slowly.

"Lord yuan, how can we compete?" Qiao Bin said.

"Boom!"

Yuan Fei waved and made a terrible noise, shaking in the void.

The crowd saw a huge pattern turned into an entity, like a piece of land falling on the ground.

In an instant, everyone's eyes converged on this picture.

I saw mountains and water in the picture, just like a vivid world.

"This, this is...?" Qiao bin asked strangely.

"This is a game given to Yuhe by master Xu Dong. There are countless inscriptions hidden here. Next, you just need to take turns with old Bai to find the inscriptions. Finally, if you find out who has fewer inscriptions, you will lose. How?!" Yuan Fei said with a faint smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiao bin nodded and said, "yes!"

"OK!" Yuan Fei said faintly, "at the moment, both sides of the competition can stand in the picture. You can rest assured that there are many inscriptions here. Every time you find an inscription and activate it, it will disappear by itself. Who starts first?"

"I'll come first," Qiao Bin said faintly.

Then I saw his fingers pointing forward and shining in an instant. In the picture ahead, an empty shadow rose up and disappeared.

Later, the white old man of the cast iron sect also moved slowly to one direction, shining with the same essence, and another inscription disappeared.

"Hum, here!" Qiao Bin took another step forward, stood at the edge of the pattern, pointed his fingers forward, and a virtual shadow burst out.

In the twinkling of an eye, the two men pointed out the inscriptions hidden in the picture, which was as easy as a palm.

But with the passage of time, gradually, their speed began to slow down.

After ten rounds, those who are proficient in refining tools under the stage can't find the inscriptions in the pattern, but Qiao bin and Bai Lao still wave their palms and inspire the inscriptions hidden in the depths of the picture one by one!

The palm waved forward, and the palm print was directly printed in a certain position. In an instant, it resonated. There was also a palm print flying out, which was an inscription mark.

"It's worthy of being a master of refining utensils. At this time, you can still find it." everyone under the stage saw Qiao bin waving his palm and finding another inscription.

Bai Lao was also unwilling to show weakness. With a wave of his hand, an empty shadow broke out again.

After another ten rounds, finally, when it was Qiao Bin's turn again, he could no longer wave his palm. Then he just listened to him calmly: "there should be no inscription!"

"Are you sure?!" Yuan Fei asked with a smile.

Qiao bin frowned and nodded: "I'm sure!"