Chapter 466 Listening to Thunder

Chapter 466 Listening to Thunder

Chapter 466 Listening to Thunder
In the mirror, there is the delicate heart in his hand, his face, and his white hair.

Shi Chun and his companions were speechless, shocked by Tong Mingshan's snow-white hair. Their companion, who had been with them day and night, suddenly became like this, which was a bit beyond their understanding. The shock they felt in their hearts was indescribable, and completely overshadowed their desire to win the championship.

Gu Yanduo, who personally rescued his daughter, also turned around and stared at Tong Mingshan who had finished the work.

Gu Lianni was still in a coma and couldn't see what was happening.

Mi Liangmeng and Luo Shengsheng, who had already left the stage, forgot their tiredness and stared at the abrupt visual impact in the venue.

The whole audience was shocked and silent.

Mulan on the top of the mountain glances sideways coldly.

An Wuzhi and Zhu Xiangxin at the mouth of the valley looked up, also stunned and speechless.

Lan Qiaoyan and Gong Yuanzhi, who were sitting on the terrace, stood up subconsciously and stared at Tong Mingshan's white hair. As for whether Tong Mingshan won the championship or not, for bystanders like them, they did not feel anything unusual in front of them.

On the stands of the parade ground in the capital of Shengshenzhou, Wei Mo and others also stood up subconsciously, walked to the railing one by one and stared at Tong Mingshan's white hair. They clearly remembered that Tong Mingshan still had black hair when he came on the court. If he had such a unique white hair, they could not have remembered it wrong.

Bian Weiying and Tong Mingshan are old acquaintances. It is difficult to describe the feeling of shock when such a sudden change happened to them.

Duan Xiangmei, who was standing in the crowd on the beach, had the same feeling. She was so shocked that she covered her mouth. She couldn't believe that this was Tong Mingshan, who lived with her and greeted her almost every day.

Feng Chi, who was standing outside the crowd, clasped his hands in front of his chest with his fingers clasped together, not knowing whether he was shocked or praying.

After the man in green and Xiang Lan'er came to their senses, their eyes fell on Feng Chi one after another. From time to time, they glanced at the exquisite heart in the mirror, all of them were surprised and doubtful. Could it be that this woman had predicted it in advance again?

Suddenly, someone in the crowd on the beach shouted, breaking the silence, "Did you see it? Did you see it? There were two people who vomited blood, and this one even had his hair turned white in half an incense stick of time. He also kept saying that we sold it too expensively. Now you know how difficult it is to refine weapons, right?"

Immediately, there was a lot of discussion.

Voices gradually began to be heard in Qiyun Valley. The topics discussed both inside and outside the valley were relatively consistent. Some were discussing why Tong Mingshan's black hair suddenly turned white, and some were discussing whether Tong Mingshan had really cultivated "true heart".

Li Hongjiu, whose divine fire in his hand had not yet gone out, was also dumbfounded by Tong Mingshan. He cursed Weijing in his heart, wondering how hard this stupid bird had to work to have its feathers turned white.

As for Tong Mingshan himself, after calming down his tired mind, he did not dare to waste the last opportunity and walked towards the judgment place.

He had just taken a step when he paused and encountered the same confusion as the previous one. He suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted. He forced himself to stay still and practiced qigong to mobilize his blood and energy. Only then did he recover. When he opened his eyes again, he no longer dared to walk too hastily and walked slowly.

The Judgment Center, which was composed of personnel from the ten major sects and the Lihuo Sect, also stared at him as he walked over, and then glanced at another figure walking over.

The only other person on the field was Li Hongjiu.

The fire in Li Hongjiu's hand did not go out, but she seemed to be bewitched by Tong Mingshan. It would have been fine if she did not continue her own refining, but she actually followed him.

This made the group of people who were supervising the order of the competition nervous, worrying that Li Hongjiu might attack because he was at a disadvantage in the competition. They had heard that this guy was unreliable, and they couldn't guarantee that he might really do such a thing.

Little did I know that I was worrying too much.

For Li Hongjiu, if Tong Mingshan really managed to refine the true Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart, then there was no point for him to refine it. His own seven apertures would have reached the limit, and with the last bit of time left, it would be too late to refine the eighth aperture, let alone the ninth aperture.

He just wanted to get closer and see it with his own eyes, to see it clearly and carefully. Was it real? Could it be made just like that?
I never saw anything about this Tong guy that was worthy of respect.

He was the first one to walk around the competition arena carrying refining equipment and a pile of divine fire.

His master Qu Wuming's face darkened again. He didn't understand. He was obviously a good person, so why couldn't he do things that normal people would do? Was there something missing or something extra in his brain?

Just as he was about to approach Tong Mingshan, the elder of Yanbao Sect who participated in the judgment could not help but pointed at him and shouted: "Stop, what are you doing?"

Li Hongjiu smiled bitterly and said, "What else can we do? Let's see if he has really succeeded. If he has, then this competition will be over."

He wanted to get closer, but the elder pointed at his feet. Well, it's better to stay away. He stretched his head to look.

Tong Mingshan looked back at him and didn't have the energy to care about anything. He walked up to the judges and presented the refined object with both hands. "Tong Mingshan of Mingshan Sect has completed the refining. I respectfully invite all the seniors to make the judgment."

The voice of speaking gives people a feeling of being weak.

The elder of the Lihuo Sect nodded, took it with both hands, and was the first to check it.

The valley returned to silence, everyone was staring and waiting for the result.

At this time, Shi Chun's mind turned to the matter of winning the championship, and he hurriedly asked Yan Qufeng beside him in a low voice, "Sect Master Yan, after Tong Mingshan's thing was refined just now, a layer of the surface fell off, and the weight was reduced. Will it affect the result of the judgment?"

Yan Qufeng recalled what he said and shook his head slightly, "You're worrying too much. You can't increase the weight. If you increase the weight, it will be a problem. Losing the weight is fine. Let's put it this way, the less materials you use to refine something, the more it proves your superb skills."

Knowing that he was an outsider, he changed his explanation to be clearer, "If you have to refine a piece of material the size of a fingernail and a piece of material the size of a washbasin in the same complex way, it is definitely more difficult to refine the smaller piece of material because the size of the space required to refine it is different."

Shi Chun said "oh", he felt relieved after hearing this, he was afraid that someone would find fault with him and kill him just when he was about to succeed.

He just worried about this kind of thing.

As soon as the item was in hand, the feel of the object made the Lihuo Sect elder feel a little happy.

It is clearly a metal object, but it feels soft in the hand.

After carefully examining the artifact, even though the elder was mentally prepared, he still looked surprised by the result. He looked up at Tong Mingshan, then looked left and right at the elders from various factions who were participating in the decision.

Afterwards, further verification was carried out in full view of the public.

The hand that was holding it loosened, and the exquisite heart floated in front of him. He pointed through the air, and a stream of magic power poured into the orifice of the exquisite heart.

"Dong dong..."

Suddenly, a dull rumble of thunder was heard in the already quiet competition arena.

Inexperienced people subconsciously looked around, checked everywhere, and looked up at the sky. Where did the thunder come from on such a sunny day?

For example, Shi Chun and his gang are like this.

However, everyone's eyes soon noticed the source of the sound, and everyone's eyes were focused on the floating exquisite heart.

The heart is moving and beating.

In the sunlight, as he beat, his body expanded and contracted repeatedly, refracting a faint blue light, which gave everyone a dazzling feeling.

Although everyone knew it was refracted sunlight, what appeared to be a heart beating there, shining with faint blue, creating an indigo-purple illusion.

Especially the beating sound, the dull thump, as if someone was beating a drum, mixed with a thick metallic feeling, forming a sound like muffled thunder rolling in dark clouds without erupting.

The sound is actually not loud, but its strong and penetrating power, or rather its strong and stirring feeling, is so majestic and powerful that it seems to knock on people's eardrums and lungs, and echoes faintly in the valley.

The valley is like a heart, and the beating heart in the air seems to be the heart of the valley.

Tong Mingshan had a look of surprise on his face, as if he had not expected that the exquisite heart he had refined could actually make such a powerful sound.

Not far away was Li Hongjiu, who was refining the divine fire, and he looked as if he had gone mad.

Young Master Nan on the mountainside stared with wide eyes, swallowed his saliva and muttered, "It's like a living thing..."

To those who don’t know much about it, it’s surprising that such a small heart can beat with such a loud noise in the valley.

To insiders, the continuous "dong dong" sound seemed to have some kind of magic. They all listened attentively, and many people's faces gradually became solemn. Some were surprised and shocked, and some looked obsessed, as if they could never get enough of listening to it.

Most of the people here are experts, so they naturally have an expert reaction, but the crowd on the beach outside is like a nest of explosions. "Hey, that heart is really beating."

"Look, that iron lump really seems to be alive."

"The flickering light is magnificent and dazzling."

Hearing the discussions around her, Duan Xiangmei, who was watching from all sides, was very nervous and excited. Could she really win the championship? If she could, she would naturally be happy.

The expert surnamed Wang on the terrace was indeed an expert. He looked at the attentive reaction of the people in the valley through the mirror. Suddenly his expression changed. He covered his ears with both hands and eavesdropped on the Qiyun Valley. His eyes rolled around a few times, and suddenly he seemed to understand something. He stamped his feet and said in a trembling voice, pointing at the mirror: "Listen to the thunder, they are listening to the thunder!"

This hit the blind spots of Lan Qiaoyan, Gong Yuanzhi and others.

After they looked at each other, Gong Yuanzhi asked, "What is listening to thunder?"

Expert Wang seemed to regret not being there. He scratched his head and explained, "To determine whether the 'True Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart' has been successfully refined, the inspection process is divided into three steps: one is the shape, the second is the aura, and the third is the sound.

The shape is to cast a spell to explore the internal and external body structure, and the aura is to cast a spell to test whether it can penetrate after the air enters. When both items are fine, the Linglong Heart will beat like a real heart, and will also make beating sounds like a real heart.

Although all the True Linglong Hearts can be considered successfully refined, there are slight differences between the finished products refined by different people. Even though these differences are just slight differences, they will cause the sounds when beating to be different.

The more chaotic the sound, the more flaws it has.

Only those with almost perfect structure and natural charm can be in line with the creation of heaven and earth. The sound of its beating is rich and flawless, like the sound of thunder, and its sound can scare away poisonous insects, rats and ants. In other words, the 'True Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart' that can hear the sound of thunder is the best among them!"

Then he pointed at the mirror image and said with great regret: "To refine the True Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart to the point where it can hear thunder sounds, the level of refinement is unimaginable. In today's weapon refining world, I'm afraid even Situ Gu may not be able to do it. It's a rare opportunity to hear it, but it's a pity that I'm not in the valley to listen."

The people present looked at each other again, and Lan Qiaoyan asked curiously, "Sir, are you exaggerating? Could it be that Situ Gu's weapon refining skills are not as good as Tong Mingshan's?"

The expert surnamed Wang waved his hands and said, "Madam, you are wrong. That is not what I meant. In terms of the skill and ability of refining equipment, even if a bunch of Tong Mingshans were tied together, they would not be able to surpass Situ Gu. Apart from other things, just some things that require strong cultivation to refine, it is impossible for the current Tong Mingshan to refine them. I am referring to the level of refinement. Situ Gu may not be able to surpass Tong Mingshan, not the ability to refine equipment.

But in such a short time, he was able to refine the 'True Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart'. This foundation should be better than Situ Gu's back then. This boy has a bright future!"

Hearing this, Gong Yuanzhi's sparkling eyes turned to the white-haired man in the mirror.

Mulan on the top of the mountain is also closing her eyes and listening carefully to the rumbling thunder echoing in the valley.

Situ Gu also tilted his head and remained silent.

Among the crowd, only the Mingshan Sect's group was looking around. They had no idea what everyone else's fascinated expressions meant.

The muffled thunder finally stopped. The Lihuo Sect elder had a duty to fulfill, so he turned and pushed his exquisite heart to another elder. "There's nothing wrong with me. Please check it again."

Then the elders from other factions took turns to check.

Luo Shengsheng came back to his senses and stared at Tong Mingshan, and his face suddenly looked relieved.

Over at the Liantian Sect, an elder approached Luo Yan and whispered, "First, are you really going to let an outsider take it away like this?"

Luo Yan said calmly: "Who dares to say that he is not from the weapon refining world now? With so many people staring at him, it would be too embarrassing to eat like that."

The elder was choked with silence.

Luo Yan then sighed and said, "It's too far away. Giving Zuo Zisheng ten divine fires is useless. It's not Zhan's fault."

In the competition arena, the last ball of divine fire suddenly went out.

With a click, Li Hongjiu threw the refining equipment away casually, and kicked it again, stomping the slightly softened equipment into a stinky dog ​​shit, and no one knew what he was cursing at the moment.

Then the soles of my shoes started to smoke, as if they were burning.

He quickly stood on one leg, picked up the burnt sole of his foot and slapped it a few times.

He spread his hands to the judges, indicating that he had given up, and then walked to Tong Mingshan, looked him up and down, and said, "Do you really have to fight so hard? If you have the ability, you should have shown it earlier. You almost cost me half my life. I was exhausted. You hid it very well, but you don't look like that kind of person. Was it Shi Chun's plan?"

Regardless of whether the other party admitted it or not, he was tired anyway. He patted Tong Mingshan's arm, then walked out swayingly with a look of relief.

Everyone knows what it means. There is no need to compete. Li Hongjiu admitted defeat in public.

However, he didn't know that over in Yanbao Sect, his master Qu Wuming had already stared at him viciously with a pair of extremely angry eyes.

When Li Hongjiu returned to his master to report, he was immediately frightened when he saw his master's expression. He didn't know how he had angered him again. He gritted his teeth and bowed his hands, saying, "My skills are not as good as yours, I am willing to accept the punishment."

But I was muttering in my heart, thinking that it shouldn't be necessary. We are not blind, we can see it, there is no way we can win even if we risk our lives.

Qu Wuming said in a deep voice: "Did you cultivate a true exquisite heart?"

Seeing the elder beside him sighing, Li Hongjiu didn't know which heavenly law he had violated again, so he replied carefully, "Yes."

Qu Wuming continued to ask: "How many orifices have you cultivated?"

Li Hongjiu confessed honestly: "I only cultivated seven orifices."

Qu Wuming: "How to prove it?"

"Proof?" Li Hongjiu was puzzled. He looked back at the equipment in the competition arena that he had stepped on and flattened. He couldn't prove it, so he asked in confusion, "Why do you need to prove it?"

Qu Wuming seemed to have been furious with him. With a shake of his hand, a maroon stick appeared out of thin air.

Li Hongjiu was shocked and shrank subconsciously, holding her face with both hands and said, "Master, I have no credit but I have worked hard. It shouldn't be so in public, right?"

A group of disciples were worried about him, but no one dared to say anything.

Qu Wuming tapped his shoulder with his stick and asked gloomily, "Why didn't you hand over the seven-aperture True Linglong Heart to the Judgment Bureau? Why did you destroy it?"

Li Hongjiu said in a daze: "No need to judge, no matter how you judge, I can't win. I lose sincerely and I am really not as good as him."

Qu Wuming said angrily: "If you don't hand it over to the judge, how can you prove that you have refined the Seven Apertures True Delicate Heart? Do you think you have refined it?"

Li Hongjiu smiled bitterly, "It's already like this, do I still need to prove anything to others? My ability is mine, there's no need to bother. Besides, the prizes have all been given to the first place, and there's no prize for the second place either. I'm too lazy to deal with those..."

"Do you know what is legitimate? Evil!"

The angry Qu Wuming lost control of his anger on the spot, picked up a stick and started beating Li Hongjiu violently, making him howl like a dog while holding his head.

He knew the rules of being beaten. He could not use internal energy to resist, otherwise the person beating him would also use internal energy, and the outcome would be even worse.

Fortunately, the elders standing nearby intervened in time to hold Qu Wuming back. One of them advised, "Master, it is unmannerly to be in front of so many people. If you don't give us face, you should at least give Futian Jing some face. It won't be too late to fight again when you go back."

Li Hongjiu, with a bruised face and huddled under the railing with his head in his hands, had just cast a grateful look at him, but his expression suddenly froze when he heard the last sentence.

Qu Wuming immediately turned his head to look at the mirror image. This time he listened to the advice immediately. He waved his arms to break the pull, put away the stick, pointed at Li Hongjiu and scolded: "You evil creature, go back and kneel for a month!"

Li Hongjiu responded with a squeak, and after climbing up with the help of the stone railing, he felt melancholy when he saw that no one dared to approach him. He really didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea. Why did he always think that he was wrong?

Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Tong Mingshan, and not many people noticed that he was being beaten.

Never mind, he was used to it. He was really exhausted after a competition. He turned around and sat on the ground leaning against the stone railing, and stretched out his hand to signal the person who had taken his bag before going on stage to bring some wine.

The elder who had supported him earlier looked back and shook his head. He guessed that this guy would not take his master's good efforts seriously. He could not be woken up by beating. People who pretend to be asleep cannot be woken up.

(End of this chapter)