With a clanging sound, Zhao Yun's stove also dispersed.

It's a black sword.

When his weapon came out, there was no big movement, everything was dull, except for the sound of the sword, there was nothing else, and there was not even the sword light and sword energy. No matter who looked at it, it was just a half-finished product, and it was very

It's clumsy.

"That's it?"

"A True Spirit Realm weapon refiner is only good at this."

“It doesn’t look very good!”

"You said that they chose the same materials, why did Kushan make a golden sword, but Zhao Yun made a black sword? What's the reason?"

"The proportions of the materials are different, and the colors are different."

"That's not important. What's important is that Zhao Yun is going to lose and is waiting to collect the money."

"I had known about Oshikuyama."

Most of the spectators have stood up. The two weapon masters dueling have already forged weapons. One sword and the other are in sharp contrast. One is shining with golden light, while the other is dark. Anyone who has no brain damage will know which one is weaker and which one is stronger.

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"I look up to you."

Kushan's eyes were full of contempt and he was too lazy to look at the black sword. It looked so ugly. How could it compare with his golden sword? This was a really good weapon.

"Stable."

Liu Cangkong smiled and stroked his beard, a weapon refining duel, the Zhao family's weapons shop, three hundred thousand taels of silver, plus thunder... all the bets belonged to the Liu family, and he was thinking about going to the Zhao family to pull

When we have enough money, we should send some carriages!

"Energy and restrained?"

The fat old man muttered and looked at Zhao Yun's black sword. He looked at it again and again. There was nothing surprising about it. It was just an ordinary sword, and it was very black.

"Kushan is going to lose,"

Zhuge Xuandao's words were serious and serious. You don't need to look at the sword, just look at Zhao Yun's expression. From the beginning to the end, the guy was as calm as water, and there was no trace of panic. He knew the young master of the Zhao family.

It is difficult to know the yin and yang of a moving mountain. The disciples taught by Hongyuan, like his master, already have a certain temperament that is the best in the world. He can see clearly.

Pound! Pound!

Zhao Yun was also polishing weapons, but he was holding a thunder hammer. He struck it again and again, and the crisp sound was still very pleasant.

Just because it looks ugly, doesn't mean the sword is also poor.

Those who are ignorant will not realize that this sword is mysterious and very confusing.

"His sword doesn't need to be polished!"

"I don't like hearing what you are saying. We haven't compared yet, so we can tell the number."

"If he wins, I will stand on my head and eat shit."

He is still that talented person who always says something like this every time there is a big scene. I have said this line so many times that I don’t think much of Zhao Yun at all.

"Stand on your head and eat shit."

Zhuge Xuandao put his hands on his hands, the fat old man stroked his beard, and even Old Xuankong and Yang Xiong had meaningful expressions on their faces. They were all imagining the scene with their imaginations wide open.

I don’t know when the pounding sound disappeared.

Dry Mountain was the first to finish, with a golden sword and golden light shining everywhere.

Then came Zhao Yun.

Compared to the golden sword, his black sword is inferior and lacks any brilliance.

"You don't know what you can do."

Ku Shan said with a faint smile, but did not even look at Zhao Yun when he arrived.

Bang!

Amidst the noise, a burly man stepped onto the fighting platform. His arms were bare. His muscles were like an earthworm, showing off his explosive power. It was obvious at a glance that he specialized in the physical body. He slapped him, and there were probably not many at the same level.

I can personally bear it.

"Can't bear it."

Zhao Yun took the first look and said this in his heart.

They are both in the true spiritual realm.

He was barely able to compete with this guy.

"You two, I still have something to say."

The burly man spoke with a rough voice.

"If there are no requirements, let's start with the weapons comparison."

"Easy to say."

Ku Shan threw the golden knife at will.

"Easy to say."

Zhao Yun also casually threw his sword.

Zheng! Buzz!

The sturdy man raised his hand and took the golden sword from Ku Shan. When he was about to receive Zhao Yun's sword, he must have misjudged the weight and failed to catch it properly, causing him to stumble.

"What a heavy sword."

The burly man was surprised. From the outside, the black sword seemed light and light, but when he held it in his hand, he realized that this seemingly light sword was actually heavier than expected.

"Quick, quick, quick."

Many people couldn't bear the urging and were waiting for the cashier.

"The sound of your sword breaking must be wonderful." Koshan smiled playfully.

"That knife of yours is very beautiful."

After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he blocked his mouth again.

Indeed, the golden knife looked dazzling, but it was only dazzling.

Bang!

The sturdy man stood firm, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, which would cause the two weapons to collide. Naturally, the real energy cannot be used. This is the rule of the weapons competition. With so many people watching, cheating is obviously impossible. He

There is no need to cheat. The city lord said before coming here that it must be fair, absolutely fair.

Zheng! Buzz!

Under the gaze of everyone, the sturdy man raised his hand and used his sword to cut the sword, and also used the sword to cut the sword. Whoever made the weapon better will know after touching each other.

Pound! Click!

The sound of metal colliding was very crisp, but the clicking sound was even more harsh.

The black sword is intact.
Chapter completed!