Chapter 78: Wandering suppression

The boy went back to report to Ling Xuan. After hearing Zhuo Buqun's reply, Ling Xuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "A arrogant person who doesn't know the height of the sky and the earth, this time, I let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

The next day, just dawn, the outer disciples of Mojian Peak left their residences and headed towards the top of the mountain, preparing to participate in the annual competition.

The big score is two types of weapon refining and actual combat. Since one person will be selected from the weapon refining disciples this year to enter the inner sect, the weapon refining competition is particularly eye-catching. The disciples who participated in the weapon refining competition also seemed particularly nervous and excited.

"Zhuo Buqun, he is Zhuo Buqun!"

"The outer disciples who entered the inner sect this time must be Zhuo Buqun!"

"That may not be. After all, he has been in the beginning too short. Although his understanding of refining weapons exceeds that of the elders of the outer sect, he is talking about war on paper. This time, the competition is the one who can refine weapons!"

Zhuo Buqun's appearance immediately caused a commotion, causing everyone to discuss.

In Motie Palace, he refuted Elder Duan and spoke out ninety-seven tough methods in one breath. That scene still shocked many outer disciples.

This time, only one person was chosen by the inner sect, and most people believed that this person would definitely be Zhuo Buqun.

However, some people questioned that Zhuo Buqun was only fifteen years old and only two months into Mojian Peak. It was almost impossible to stand out in the weapon refining competition.

Many outer disciples waited in the mountaintop square for half an hour, each of them anxiously waiting. At this time, a group of people walked out of the main hall.

There were three people walking in front, two of whom were wearing the costumes of the elders of the inner gate, the left and right elders of Mojian Peak.

Among the two elders was a young man in his early twenties in his red robe. He was majestic, handsome and calm, as if the entire sword peak under his feet was dominated by him.

The two elders on the left and right have the second only to the Palm Master, and their status is high, but at this moment they are mainly young people in red robe.

The group stood in front of the main hall, and there was silence in the square.

"I am Ling Xuan!"

The young man in red robe looked down at the many outer disciples, and his clear voice spread throughout the square, with a majesty that could not be provoked, which made many disciples feel solemn.

"I will preside over this competition by entrusting the entrusted master. Now the rules are announced as follows!" Ling Xuan spoke loudly and told the rules of the competition.

The first thing to be held was a practical competition. Since there were not many disciples participating in the actual battle, they took a pair of battles until the top ten were decided.

What everyone is most concerned about is the weapon refining competition.

The weapon refining competition is extremely difficult, but the rules are very simple. Within five days, a combat weapon is refined, and then Ling Xuan and the two inner sect elders judged the results based on the quality of the combat weapon and finally determined the candidate to enter the inner sect.

"Let's start!"

Ling Xuan waved his hand and the sword-mopping competition kicked off.

The actual battle competition between the outer disciples was decided in just one day, and the winning ten outer disciples received generous rewards.

The morning of the next day of the competition, the highly anticipated weapon refining disciples began.

On the square on the top of Mojian Peak, there are nearly a hundred furnaces standing, with various refining materials piled up in front of them for disciples to choose from.

Hundreds of outer disciples who participated in the competition came to the furnace to stand in front of the furnace according to the numbers set in advance, and prepared to start the competition.

Zhuo Buqun's license plate is twenty-six, and he comes to the furnace with the corresponding number.

Seeing the furnace in front of him, Zhuo Buqun's eyes instantly felt frozen.

The furnaces of other Dabi disciples were all flames distributed to Zhuo Buqun, but the fire was dim and the furnace temperature was less than one-tenth of the other furnaces, so it was impossible to refine weapons at all.

Of course it was not a negligence, but someone deliberately targeted Zhuo Buqun.

"Ling Xuan, he is so domineering and arrogant!" Zhuo Buqun looked at Ling Xuan sitting high in the center of the square, with a loud cold light in his eyes. He had expected Ling Xuan to target him in the competition, but he never expected that Ling Xuan would be extremely arrogant in such a shameless way.

Ling Xuan felt something, looked at Zhuo Buqun, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sarcasm was revealed.

"I can't refine a combat device without a furnace? It's ridiculous! Since you want to suppress me, I will just make a fuss and give you a harsh response today!" Zhuo Buqun sneered in his heart.

"Weapon refining competition, let's start!" Ling Xuan stood up from his seat and waved his hand.

Many disciples began to refine weapons one after another, and the square suddenly became lively.

Zhuo Buqun sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, looking like he was giving up on himself and preparing to give up the competition.

"Hey, why didn't that disciple refine weapons?"

"That disciple is Zhuo Buqun. Based on his understanding of refining weapons, he is extremely extraordinary in principle."

The two inner sect elders soon discovered Zhuo Buqun's abnormality and couldn't help but feel surprised.

Ling Xuan smiled slightly, "Although the understanding of refining weapons is deep, it is empty talk after all. Refining weapons is not refined with your mouth, but with your brain and hands!"

The two inner sect elders shook their heads and sighed. They thought they would choose a good seedling in this competition, but they were disappointed.

Half a day passed, Zhuo Buqun remained motionless, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and even his eyes never opened, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture. It seemed that he had completely given up on the competition.

The two elders on both sides decided that Zhuo Buqun could not refine weapons at all, and he became more and more disappointed, so he stopped paying attention.

When Ling Xuan saw Zhuo Buqun's appearance, he sneered in his heart: "Your future and destiny are in my hands. I will give you a bright future. You don't want it. No matter how talented you refine weapons is against the will of heaven, it will be impossible to escape my control!"

Some of the disciples watching around were surprised and some were disdainful, thinking that Zhuo Buqun could only talk about it on paper.

Time flies fast.

Five days passed in a flash, and there was still one hour before the end of the weapon refining competition.

Some disciples have completed it and handed over the war tools. Due to the short time, the external disciples' refining ability is extremely limited, so the quality of the refined war tools will naturally not be very high.

Most people either fail to complete it or choose to give up and barely refine their combat equipment, and there is nothing outstanding.

At this time, Zhuo Buqun suddenly moved. He stood up, walked forward and picked out some refining materials, and then returned to the furnace.

His abnormal behavior immediately attracted people's attention.

"What is he going to do?"

"Only one hour left, is he going to refine his weapon?"

"What can I do in such a short time? He is just sensational!"

Just as everyone was talking, Zhuo Buqun's hands were split and a red flame surged out from his palms.

The fire was filled with monsters and wild flames, which suddenly doubled the temperature of the square, which was already hot and hard to bear.

The outer disciples around Zhuo Buqun were all shocked by the heat wave and avoided them one by one.

"What kind of flame is that, so amazing?"

Everyone looked at Zhuo Buqun one after another.

"Demon Fire? Zhuo Buqun actually has Demon Fire!" Ling Xuan stood up suddenly from his seat, and then a look of greed flashed out from his pupils.

In his opinion, only he, a weapon refining genius, is qualified to have demon fire, Zhuo Buqun, not worthy!

"Demon Fire!"

The two elders on both sides were moved.

Many disciples exclaimed.
Chapter completed!