But they didn't realize that such a move was tantamount to roasting an old man over a fire.

"Please forgive me, immortal... it's all my fault..."

The old man's lips twitched, and he bowed again.

"Everyone, step back! Don't disturb the Ancestor's weapon forging... Ancestor, he's about to unleash his supreme weapon forging technique!"

Bang!

One of the Refining Sect members suddenly retreated.

The next moment.

Everyone hurried to catch up.

They didn't notice at all the old man's... ashen face.

"Please forgive me, immortal... I, this humble old man, dared not have such thoughts, please forgive me..."

Left with no other choice, the old man bowed once more.

"This is bad! If you retreat any further, Brother Wen's weapon-refining technique will surely be astonishing! This distance is not enough! Retreat quickly! Retreat quickly!"

As Xu Xingfeng's roar echoed, everyone retreated once again.

In an instant, only the short, disheveled figure of the old man remained on the vast land.

"Xu Xingfeng...you bunch of idiots!"

The old man gritted his teeth... wishing he could grab everyone behind him and beat them up!

However, in front of this immortal undergoing tribulation... he dared not make such a move!

At that moment, he had no choice but to suppress his indignation and bow once again!

However, as soon as he bent down, several sounds of retreating suddenly came from all around, along with... a chorus of exclamations of amazement from the crowd!

At the same time, from the direction of the back mountain, streams of seven-colored light with flowing immortal energy suddenly appeared!

Upon seeing this, the old man's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the ground!

The head... slammed into the ground with a deafening roar!

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out, and everyone noticed what was happening!

"this?"

Xu Xingfeng looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man beside him, but the latter simply shook his head, his face also filled with doubt.

Not only the two of them, but at this moment, many people, even those from the Weapon Refining Sect, realized that something was wrong.

"Why is the Ancestor kowtowing?" Lian Qi asked, frowning.

"I don't know..."

Refining Nine Sinks into the Dao.

That same intuition from before once again lingered in his mind.

But after what just happened... at this moment, he couldn't be sure whether the old patriarch of the Weapon Refining Sect was still showing off.

It is also impossible to clearly deduce whether this strange phenomenon was caused by the weapon-refining patriarch of the weapon-refining sect refining.

"I see!"

Just then, a loud shout rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the young man kneeling on the ground, looking at the old man with a look of worship.

"I understand now, the ancestor is seeking the blessing of an ancient weapon-refining expert!"

"Um?"

Lian Jiu was somewhat puzzled, but Lian Qi, who was standing to the side, suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Xiao Bao is right. In ancient times, when the experts of our Weapon Forging Sect were forging weapons... they would kneel down in order to ask Heaven and Earth and the ancestors for their protection, so that the magical treasures they forged would receive extraordinary enhancements!"