Pill refining competition

"Old man Broken Sword, you're too much. Are you really going to let a golden core junior humiliate me?" Hearing immortal Broken sword's words, immortal Xing mu was furious.

"I don't want to repeat what I've said!" Immortal Broken sword's expression was cold, and he didn't want to back down.

"Ahem, fellow Daoist xingmu, you were too impetuous this time. Why don't you apologize to fellow Daoist Broken Sword ..." Kongzhen immortal tried to persuade him.

"Impossible!" Immortal Xing mu refused without hesitation. He was an immortal, so how could he lower his head for an ant?

"You're looking for death!" "Hmph!" The broken sword immortal snorted coldly, and sword will was released from his body. It was overbearing and sharp, and an invisible giant sword seemed to appear in the air, pressing down on immortal Xing mu.