Long Yunxin and Zhou Xiaoyu walked out of their workshops at almost the same time.
Three pieces of glamorously shining magical equipment were floating behind each of them.
When their ruthless eyes crashed into each other, the six blades flew to their middle with their edges pointing at their opponents, as if they were two merciless armies at a war.
The same structural designs and the same materials had been refined into completely different styles because of the unique techniques employed by each refiner.
On the three pieces of magical equipment refined by Long Yunxin, flames that looked like scattered dragon scales were rolling and raging.
Zhou Xiaoyu's magical equipment, on the other hand, was entangled with streaks of purple brightness, as if countless purple vipers were crouching on the edges of the blades, hissing at his opponent. It was quite scary.
