Several weeks have passed in a row, and the competition is still in full swing. The process of smelting materials takes several weeks for most weapon refiners, but their cosmic source power cannot resist such consumption. From the third day, some people have started taking drugs to support the cosmic source power in their bodies.

Once the flame is extinguished, the previous refining process is likely to fail, which is a great psychological burden for any player.

"Are he here to participate in the competition or to make trouble!" Countless pairs of eyes in the entire universe were staring at Fang Jueyu, even those high-ranking people on the earth.

Since the competition started, Fang Jueyu has been sitting there, listening to music on the first day and watching movies on the second day. Others are refining metals with the flame of source power, but he is cooking there. At this moment, he actually closed his eyes and began to cultivate the source power of the universe!

"What the hell is he here?" If the weapon refiners had not been determined, they would have been furious at this time.

For weapon refining experts, refining weapons is a very sacred thing, but in the eyes of this King Daema, it turned out to be a joke.

"This kid, don't think I can't recognize it after changing a name!" A middle-aged man was eating melon seeds and watching this cosmic grand event.

The rapid development of the earth is no longer the same as before. Although infrastructure needs to be improved, its financial resources are extremely terrible. Today's region has become the core of this cosmic region.

The earth has long purchased chain entanglement technology from other civilizations. Even if it is countless light years apart, they can still watch this once-in-a-thousandth annual event in the universe.

"Dad, do you know him?" Wang Cong's son happened to walk past.

"Oh, this is your Uncle Fang Jueyu!" Wang Cong said.

Wang Dahui, the name sounds like a person who ran out of the earth. Wang Cong also knew that Ma Yun, Zhou Runfa, Lu Benwei, Liu Mou and others who have disrupted the universe in recent years are all under Fang Jueyu's pseudonym, so Wang Dahui is no exception.

"Ah? Uncle Fang? Why did he run to the weapon refining competition? I heard that the threshold for this weapon refining competition is very high, and most people can't even get the qualification to participate." In Wang Cong's son's heart, this has always been a legendary figure.

"I don't know either. Maybe it's just that ordinary pretentiousness can't satisfy him anymore," Wang Cong laughed, "Look, people are trying their best. He is actually here watching movies, listening to music, eating, sleeping and practicing!"

"Hahaha, this style of work is exactly the same as Uncle Fang I have heard of!" Wang Cong's son couldn't help laughing, "Uncle Fang is probably bored and bored, right?"

"I don't know, this kid's wealth and fame can be returned home and return to the earth to enjoy his life, and I don't know what he is busy with," Wang Cong had just contacted Fang Jueyu some time ago, but Fang Jueyu said there was something important to do. Could this be what he said was the important thing?

"Do you want to see it? I have a kind of intuition. This kid might win the championship!"

"That's it?" Wang Cong's son said in disbelief, "It's not that I look down on Uncle Fang, but he's this."

"Hahaha, based on my understanding of your Uncle Fang, once he starts to show off, there is nothing he can't do. Look!"

"Okay," Wang Cong's son also became interested, "We two men and women have a chance to get the lottery?"

"Hahaha, OK, I bet on 200 civilized planets. If this kid can't win the championship, these 200 planets will be yours!"

"A word is certain!" Wang Cong's son said excitedly. It is rare that he is so generous.

"But if you lose, just inherit my property honestly. Don't always think about playing a spaceship racing!"

"Ao!" Fang Jueyu stood up and stretched. Before he knew it, more than a month had passed, and almost all the weapon refiners had completed the first step of the refining process.

Nowadays, the brilliant light shines on the field, and the weapon refiners are working hard to carve the inscriptions. Only after completing this step can their works take shape.

"Look, the young man named Wang Dachu has woken up!"

"I have been practicing for a full month. What did he regard this weapon refiner competition as? Is it a free practice ground?"

"Didn't he say that, because he is afraid that his flame will affect other people's competitions. Now that everyone's refining process is over, I want to see if his flame is as powerful as he said!"

"Hahaha, do you really take his words seriously? Relationship households are relationship households. I think he may not even be of the qualification of a weapon refining master. How could he be so powerful?"

"It's almost done!" Fang Jueyu glanced at the people around him, and a mysterious smile slowly rose on his face, "It's time to show his real skills!"

Fang Jueyu raised his palm casually, and a silver flame suddenly flashed out, turning into a silver fire dragon and rushing straight into the sky, actually roaring towards the field.

"It's that flame!" Among the many people watching the competition, the young people who participated in the exam with Fang Jueyu that day and the three local refining masters as judges were also listed. They also recognized it. This was the first flame that Fang Jueyu used that day!

The sound of the dragon roar seemed to be a loud slap on the faces of those who questioned Fang Jueyu. Even the layman could see how terrifying the power of the flame was!

Just now, the hundreds of thousands of weapon refiners sacrificed their flames at the same time, but there was no other powerful energy of the flames compared to them. He was really not talking big! If Fang Jueyu released this flame when smelting the material, the fire of the source power around might be severely suppressed!

"There is such a flame in the world!" Several weapon refining masters in the judges also showed surprise eyes.

"The flames don't seem to be pure flames. I even feel like they have life. How did this do it?"

"His strength is just a controller, but have you ever felt that this is stronger than the temperature of the flame than the flame summoned by the transcendent weapon refiners!"

"Look carefully, his life breath is less than 100 years old. My head hurts a little now, so I can't explain it."

In an instant, this young man broke too much of their cognition!

"This is the fire of origin!" said Rozfara, president of the Artifact Refiners Association.

"What? But hasn't this method of practicing flame been lost? Even the root universe records the description of this flame is extremely rare!"

"This young man named Wang Dahui reminded me of a person." This was not the first time that Luozfala saw the Fire of Origin. When the Cosmic Federation School was assessed decades ago, a young man showed a blue flame in front of him, and this flame was also the Fire of Origin!

"Fang Jueyu, Wang Dahui, is there really nothing you can't do in your divine civilization?"

"He's going to get the materials!"

"I don't know what he can take out."

"Hmm? What is that black wood?"

"Crack!" Luozifara, who was drinking water, crushed the container in his hand, and his eyes seemed to fall out of his socket.

"This is the Mosla meteorite iron! It is the material for forging divine weapons. It cannot be found in our universe. So far, the only piece of nail-sized Mosla meteorite iron found from the root universe is still placed in the treasure house of our association."

"Hiss!" Everyone took a breath.

They knew the value of this Demonic Iron. It was the size of a fingernail, which was much more valuable than an ordinary demigod weapon. The piece that Fang Jueyu took out was as big as a head!

Not only those masters, but many knowledgeable weapon refiners were also stunned, and even the inscriptions in their hands slowed down. There was envy, doubt, and fanaticism in their eyes.

"Dong!" Fang Jueyu casually placed this precious meteorite on the stage.

"Crack!" The iron of the Desla meteorite was extremely crisp, and a few small pieces flew out of this gentle collision.

But even this small fragment is still priceless, Fang Jueyu didn't even see it, and he didn't even realize it!

"Swish!" A weapon refiner next to him gave up the work in his hand and rushed towards one of the fragments.

"This is mine! I want to see!"

"Get out! I got it first!"

"Is this broken stone the most?" Fang Jueyu looked at the masters who were almost fighting and shook his head, "Hey, the poor guys are so sad!"
Chapter completed!