The elder of the fishman robe felt ashamed no matter what he said, and took off his clothes one by one in public. Now he was wearing nothing and jumped into the refining furnace and cauldron.

In the refining furnace, he suddenly seemed to have turned around. He was still a weapon refining master who had been through the battlefield for a long time. The temperature inside the refining furnace was very high.

In an instant, he would turn his body and bones into blood. How could he listen to what Murong Chen said?

"Does Murong Chen want to plot against me?

I still want to humiliate me, it seems unreasonable. I am not sorry for him!"

Although Murong Chen was vicious and courageous, he was a very righteous young man. He didn't look like a bloodthirsty and disorganized person.

Murong Chen is many times better than Wuyun Mountain and Volta. He thought so in his heart, and the flowers are soaked in the air. Once he bit his teeth, he will die.

If he fails to reach the level of a weapon refining master, he will die in his life. At least he has seen Murong Chen's weapon refining talent with his own eyes. Let's take a gamble. Maybe he can really successfully cross the weapon refining master and reach the level of a weapon refining master.

In this way, I really have to dominate the West Sea Continent. At least among the weapon refiners, I am the best.

Monk Foyin laughed. This may be the most ridiculous thing he encountered in such a long time when he walked out of Tianyin Temple, the dignified fishman tribe and a great elder.

And he is also very famous. He is a master of weapon refining and the elder of flower robe in the West Sea Continent. Unexpectedly, he would take off his clothes and jump into the refining furnace and cauldron in public after hearing Murong Chen's words.

Monk Foyin has always believed in what Murong Chen said, but he also has common sense about what Foyin monk thinks Murong Chen is a fish-playing person. The temperature of the refining furnace is so high that it is used to cast weapons and magic weapons. If a person with a physical body enters the refining furnace, it will turn into blood and wisps of smoke in an instant.

Monk Foyin covered his big belly with one hand, and his whole body was already overjoyed, and tears were flowing out of laughter. "Does the elders of the fishermen have a problem with their minds? The elder lost the bet with Murong Chen and fell asleep with one arm? Why does this elder in the flower robe look very maestro, but he can do such a thing!"

Wuen looked at the elder of the flower robe.

, I feel a little sensational. No matter how much a respected old man took off all his clothes, jumped into the refining furnace in front of everyone, letting others fall in love with him, and he kept saying that he could improve his cultivation.

Being able to cross from a weapon refining master to a weapon refining master sounds like a lie, but Wu En, believes in Murong Chen, and he believes in every word Murong Chen said.

"Monkey, you don't know anything!"

Wuen continued: "The elder of the flower robe is fascinated by studying weapon refining. He has never been close to women for so many years, nor has he been concerned about the big and small affairs of the human race. He basically lives with the weapon refining furnace and cauldron every day, dreaming of himself, he can go from a weapon refining master to a weapon refining master. It has been decades, and he has not realized it!"

"Ha ha!"

Monk Foyin laughed: "No matter what, I can't believe this. Maybe it's Brother Murong, I will punish the people from the Yu Ren tribe again!"

Wuen said: "The elder of the flower robe is pretty good. Among the many elders of the fishman tribe, he is the most righteous person!"

Because of Murong Chen's relationship, Monk Foyin, Nangong Hongxiu, and Wuen of the Fishman tribe, all came to the high platform of the Sea God Palace, but Murong Chen sat high above, and these three people, the disciples and elders of the Fishman tribe, stood aside.

Many male disciples of the Fishman tribe were very happy about the arrival of Nangong Hongxiu. They really haven't seen the opposite sex of the foreign race for a long time, and they are from the human race.

The charming and charming Nangong Hongxiu is a bit cold.

Monk Foyin laughed loudly, with fat head and big ears and greasy belly, and didn't make everyone in the crew feel how annoying it was.

But Wu'en of the Fishman tribe has received criticism and rolled his eyes from many tribe members and elders. Of course, there are more people who envy Wen and envy him because he has such good luck to know Murong Chen. It seems that Wu'en can still be with the human race in the future.

Because Murong Chen has been invited to the position of honor by Wuqi, the chief of the Fisherman tribe. Although Wuen was expelled from the Fisherman tribe, it is impossible for Murong Chen to kill him for the sake of Murong Chen.

The atmosphere at the scene was very warm, and most of the weapon refiners were no longer smiling. Even the demons with cold faces and bloodthirsty and ruthless faces also showed smiles on their faces. The scene in front of them was really too funny and ridiculous.

The elder of the flower robe poked his head out of the weapon refining cauldron. His fluffy and chaotic hair made him look like a beggar, which was completely different from what he usually looked like when he was wearing a flower robe and standing next to the Wuqi, the leader of the Fishman clan, and was a master.

"Mr. Murong, please be as soon as possible!"

The elder of the flower robe looked shy. Although he was very old, he always felt a little guilty when doing such a thing. "I am not afraid of death. Even if Mr. Murong uses all his tricks, as long as he can reach the level of a master of weapon refining, even if he lives for 10 years less, I will be willing!"

Murong Chen smiled slightly. This method was just taught to him by the black dragon who refining weapons from his sea of ​​consciousness. The flower-robed elder has a good talent for refining weapons. However, in recent years, because of his eagerness to make quick success and instant benefits, he always wanted to break through to the realm of a master of refining weapons. He always wanted to take some evil paths, so that his body had been completely scrapped.

As a weapon refiner, his ability to control the strange fire in the world has gradually weakened, and he has not understood the depths of some practice rules. Murong Chen put it in the weapon refining furnace and cauldron to strengthen his body. This time, it is closely related to the weapon refining furnace and cauldron that achieves the unity of human and cauldron.

In this way, the elder of the flower robe himself can get a qualitative leap! Murong Chen skillfully opened the storage armband and took out a lot of spiritual herbs from the storage armband. These spiritual herbs are colorful and strange in shape.

Through these, spiritual herbs can eliminate all the impurities on the body of the old man in the robe.

This will test Murong Chen's grasp and control of the heat, because there is a person sitting in the refining furnace. The temperature is too high, and the person will be wiped out directly. The dry bones will die immediately. If the temperature is too low, it will not have any effect. Everything is at that critical moment.

"Dad, you just watched the elder of the flower robe die in this weapon refining furnace!"

Urta looked at Murong Chen and wanted to cut off Murong Chen's head with one sword.

Urta pulled out the long sword from his waist, limped towards Murong Chen, and did not dare to attack Murong Chen with the elders and members of the human race, but Urta did not care at all.

Wuqi could not kill Urta, and the tiger poison would not eat anything! Nangong Hongxiu blocked Urta's way, and an excited and bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face.

Nangong Hongxiu's eyes were extremely cold, staring at Urta's other leg, "It seems that you don't want this leg anymore!"

Urta's, one arm and one leg was destroyed by Nangong Hongxiu, and now there is a strong psychological shadow. Looking at the iceberg beauty in front of him and this vicious woman, Volta was so scared that she retreated repeatedly.

"Nangong Hongxiu, wait. I will definitely strip your clothes! Rape you to death!"

"snort!"

Urta threw away the sword in his hand, limped and gradually walked away! Several members of the Fishman tribe rushed to chase after him, supporting Urta one by one.

Nangong Hongxiu looked at Urta, limping back and said disdainfully: "This kind of man only knows how to talk, and is simply a coward! Compared with my Brother Chen, it is a completely different place!"

Ah...ah! Help... From the refining furnace and cauldron, the elder of the flower robe screamed! The screams were more and more violent! In the end, the elder of the flower robe shouted like the howling of a pig.

Howl...ah... "The time is here!"

Murong Chen flew up and clapped his palms at the refining furnace.

"ah!"

The elder of the flower robe in the refining furnace and cauldron heard a roar like a pig. The roar was heart-wrenching, as if it was in pain! With a bang! Murong Chen slapped the refining furnace and cauldron again.

Ah! The elder in the flower robe in the refining furnace and cauldron screamed even more miserably, as if he had lost his breath... "The last palm!"

Murong Chen slapped another palm at the refining furnace and cauldron.

This time, there was no movement in the refining furnace and cauldron... Everyone stared at the refining furnace and cauldron, in front of the main hall of the Sea God Palace, which was particularly quiet.

The head of the Fishman tribe, Wuqi, looked extremely ugly, "Murong Chen, you killed the elder of the flower robe!"

At this moment, a burst of laughter came out! Hahahaha... "I succeeded, I am the master of weapon refining!"

The elder of the flower robe had his butt and flew out of the refining furnace with a bare butt.

The excited elder of the flower robe roared at everyone and shouted: "I am the master of weapon refining, I am the master of weapon refining!"

The elder of the flower robe seemed to have forgotten himself and had no clothes at all.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Foyin looked at the old body of the flower robe and said, "Can the donor put on the clothes!"
Chapter completed!