Doctor Nine

Chapter 877

Feng Yi himself is a seventh-level craftsman, which also means that Feng Yi himself is at least a sixth-level star soul master.

On the entire Tianchen Continent, although he can't be said to be all-powerful, with the world in his hands, he is still firmly on the top of the mountain peak of the strong

, a character who laughs proudly at Tianchen.

But now, looking at the young boy below, he felt that his soul was almost frozen.

A fear of survival dominated his five senses and overwhelmed his soul. If this young man hadn't signaled himself not to move with his eyes, maybe he would have bowed down to him...kneel down!

this person...

this person...

Is this person really Ling Han from the Ling Tian Alliance? !

This person has an unfathomable, resentful aura. Could it really be the feeling that a... "human" would have?
He didn't dare to say that no matter how much fear and awe he had, he could only keep it in his heart, otherwise the next time it would explode, it would not be those forging hammers, but his head.

With a light cough, Feng Yi tried his best to make his voice sound calm, "Please come up with the spiritual weapon!" Even when he said a word, he had to carefully choose his words, he didn't dare to use "present" and "take", just Dare to say please.

Di Shifang nodded in satisfaction, looked at the timing incense that had been burned to ashes, and raised his eyebrows: "The time is up, why don't you announce the deadline for the competition?"

Feng Yi hurriedly said: "It's time for the fourth round of refining competition——"

As soon as the words fell, those contestants with dark faces and ragged bodies all got up.

"Your Excellency! What did you say?!"

"Your Excellency Feng, what does it mean that the time is up, so what shall we do?"

"That's right, Your Excellency Feng, all the spirit weapons we have refined are..."

……

Hearing what these people said, Feng Yi's forehead twitched in shock. He thought to himself, what spirit weapons are you still worried about, and what are the results of the competition? You guys almost died as a whole!
Shut up now!

But Feng Yi naturally didn't dare to say these words, but he just had a feeling of fear that those who don't know have no fear.

I'm afraid that Di Shifang will be unhappy and blood will splash on the spot.

He glared, gritted his teeth and yelled angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? The time has come, and none of you have finished refining, so what else is there to complain about!"

The contestants were so angry that they trembled when they heard this, someone jumped out and pointed at Emperor Shifang and yelled, "It's all this person, it's all this person's weird forging hammer that he used last, if it wasn't for him, we would have done it again!" How could there be a collective violence? Even the forging hammer was destroyed!"

At this time, in order to keep their own results in the competition, the contestants of these major sects united unprecedentedly.

"That's right! This is clearly a trap set by this person!"

"This is the man, he doesn't know how to refine weapons at all, Your Excellency, don't be deceived by him!"

"How dare you use such a shady method in such a solemn competition. His results should be cancelled, no, the results of the entire Soul Fighting Sect should be cancelled!"

……

Hearing the more angry people said, Di Shifang was fine, but Feng Yi was so anxious that his head was covered in cold sweat, and even his inner clothes were wet with sweat.

In the end, he slammed the table, and with a "boom", the extremely hard table, which was comparable to adamantite, was cracked.

"It's unreasonable! You all shut up to me, whoever dares to say one more word, I will crush your throats!"

(End of this chapter)