The courtyard became deathly silent. Nobody could believe that Feng Yun could refine the Peak-Grade Spirit Raked Weapon, even the first weapon refining genius of the Mystic Heaven Peak could only able to refine the High-Grade Weapon.
"Abnormal freak!" Zhu Rong spat out these words from his mouth.
Mu Changsheng's teeth were trembling, with wide-open eyes he was staring at the peak-grade Spirit Ranked Sword in the hands of the elder.
"Elder, can I get the reward now?" Feng Yun asked.
"Yes, The outcome of this Weapon refining competition is obvious. The victor is Feng Yun, new year outer disciple of Mystic Sword Peak." The elder shouted as he took out the small bottle and gave it to Feng Yun. His face was full of smiles as he looked at Feng Yun. "A core Forming pill as the winner reword in the competition."
Feng Yun received the pill walked out of the weapon hall.
