Chapter 195 (1/2)

Obviously, he also knew about the admission of Fuhua last night?

”Boy, I heard you were the guy who slapped the tripod stove and then slapped a top-grade magic weapon yesterday?” When Lin Haoran entered the square, a voice sounded not so comfortable.

Lin Haoran looked and saw Bi Fangzheng, one of the so-called four little masters of the chaotic sea, looking at himself proudly.

Lin Haoran's face was indifferent: ”what's up?”

Originally, the East China Sea young master Bi Fang would think that the black haired young man would be respectful when he saw himself, but Lin Haoran's reaction was beyond his expectation.

Then he smiled and said, ”boy, you probably don't know who the young master is? This young master is one of the four young masters of the chaotic sea, Bi Fang! I don't think you've seen me! ”

Lin Haoran looked indifferent: ”four little masters of the chaotic sea? So what? ”

The East China Sea young master Bi Fang was stunned with a proud face, then his smile was stiff, his eyes flashed cold, looking at Lin Haoran, we can see that he was very unhappy with Lin Haoran's expression.

”Boy, it seems that you haven't heard of the name of our little master Bi Fang.” East China Sea young master Bi Fang sneered: ”otherwise, you should know the serious consequences of talking to me like this!”

grave consequences

Lin Haoran was too lazy to say anything to the other party. He turned directly and walked into the square. Bi Fang, the little Lord of the East China Sea, looked more gloomy. He is the East China Sea young master! Son of the king of the eastern regions of luanhei!

In this chaotic sea, the wind gets the wind and the rain gets the rain. Even the dwarf clan leader dare not talk to himself like this. Lin Haoran has made him kill. If it hadn't been for the game now, he would have shot.

However, in his eyes, Lin Haoran was already a dead man.

”Boy, you beat the top-grade magic weapon indiscriminately yesterday. That's your shit luck. It doesn't mean you're so lucky at any time!” The East China Sea little Lord Bi Fang looked at Lin Haoran's figure, couldn't help being angry and mocked.

Although he knows that Lin Haoran can beat the tripod furnace and hit the top-grade magic weapons, he is not lucky, but he doesn't believe that Lin Haoran can pass today's competition!

Lin Haoran turned his head and looked at each other with a sneer. That kind of ridicule, like looking at a mole ant, makes Bi Fang, the little Lord of the East China Sea, more angry. In a minute. More than 600 contestants arrived.

On the podium, the elders of the dwarves scanned the contestants below. When they scanned the figure of Lin Haoran, their eyes were strange.

At this time, the dwarf elder who presided over the competition came forward, coughed and said: ”the rule of the second competition today is that you should refine a defensive armor within three hours, and the armor level must reach the top magic weapon. At the same time, you can only use the tripod stove prepared for you by our dwarves. You can't use your own tripod furnace, as for materials. We can only use the materials we have prepared for you! ”

When the dwarf elder finished, he saw more than 600 dwarves enter the square and send a tripod stove and materials to each contestant.

Each tripod stove is the same. It is a middle-grade magic weapon. And each material is the same, which is an ordinary material. Everyone saw it. There was a commotion, both contestants and spectators.

”No mistake. It took three hours to refine the top-grade magic weapon armor, which is defensive.”