Xuan Ye didn't dare to answer the conversation, but seeing everyone nearby looking over, he quickly tried to persuade him: "Two senior sisters, why don't we go have a cup of spiritual tea and sit down and chat quietly?"
"No, I want to know the answer now!" Su Yuqing refused.
"The Genting event is about to begin, I'll go there first..."
"Wait a minute!" Su Yuqing grabbed Xuan Ye quickly, half-squinting her almond-shaped eyes, "Is it possible that there are other little goblins in your heart?"
Xuan Ye was startled, thinking that he shouldn't be called a little goblin, but a big goblin.
"hehe…"
A laughter that sounded like a silver bell made him suddenly widen his eyes, and there seemed to be a heat in his body rushing to the top of his heart.
"You are so lucky~Sayoko~" Gu Meier smiled lightly.
The long-lost voice made Xuan Ye's scalp tingle and his whole body feel numb, so much so that he forgot about the two women beside him. After calming down, the excitement came to his lips, but only a "hmm" was left.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Su Yuqing was extremely dissatisfied.
At this moment, another woman wearing a scarlet moon palace came over and said to Su Yuqing coldly: "Yuqing, don't mess around."
Xuan Ye finally came back to his senses and found that the person who came was tall and had a cold look on his face. He was just a little older and should be an elder.
When Su Yuqing saw the visitor, she didn't dare to pester him anymore, stomped her feet and left with a grunt.
"I'll deal with you after the competition."
Listening to the words still in his ears, Xuan Ye turned back and looked at Jiang Ningyue, "Senior sister, what's wrong with her?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ningyue also snorted and walked away.
At this time, a young man in white clothes came over and clapped his hands. "Junior Brother Xuan, you are so blessed~"
Monk Xuan Ye was confused at first, but when he saw someone coming, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Di!"
The two hadn't seen each other for a long time and chatted a lot.
For some reason, even though this was only the second time they met, Xuan Ye felt the blood surge in his heart, as if he was really chatting with his elder brother.
Until the bell rang when the game was about to begin, the two made an appointment to talk again in the evening and left in a hurry.
Xuan Ye walked back to the lounge and happened to meet everyone who was about to go out.
Du Sheng glared at Xuan Ye with a displeased look on his face: "Junior brother, if there are outsiders here, don't be reckless and lose the face of our Xuantian Temple."
"I understand, Senior Brother Du." Xuan Ye knew that Du Sheng was stingy, but he didn't want to argue with this person. At the moment, his thoughts were still on the Genting Gala.
Passing through the long cloud road, the two sides are as blue as the sea and the breeze comes naturally.
In front of the cloud road is a majestic white tower, floating above the clouds. If you don't look closely, you would think it is a huge cloud, blending into the sky.
And this tower is the place where the grand gathering is held. But it is not a building, but a magic weapon, which was refined by the ancestors of Xuantian Temple with great effort.
The size can be changed freely, and the largest one can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. It can also resist attacks by monsters and even use formations to counterattack.
Across the passage, Xuan Ye saw many people already standing in the gray square.
The moment he walked through the door, the shouts of landslides and tsunamis could be heard from all around, the stands were crowded with people, and the waves were getting higher and higher.
Most of the people here are disciples of Xuantian Temple. Of course, the disciples of the outer sect also have seats, but usually there are only the elders and a dozen accompanying disciples, so it is much quieter.
In such a grand scene, even Xuan Ye couldn't help but feel his heart surging and his blood boiling, especially when he saw Lu Yunzhong and Lu Zhao on the judging table in the square, not to mention the enthusiasm in his eyes.
"Just wait and see how shocking the Burning Fire Divine Refinement will be for you!" He sneered in his heart.
Feeling the young man's eyes, Lu Yun felt unhappy, but he just looked away.
The martial arts test and the weapon refining were separated into two sessions and started at the same time.
Xuan Ye came to the booth where the lot was drawn, sat down and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the game to start.
When the bell rang, the ink in the air danced wildly like a dragon, and the words "spiritual pen" were written in the air.
For pen cultivators, this is the most familiar and closest thing. They hold it in their hands every day, no matter the size or shape, and even if a pen is missing on a day, they will be engraved in their hearts.
However, everyone's spiritual pens are different in size, usage, habits, cultivation direction, and attributes used are also different.
Xuan Ye checked the materials and found that there were quite a few that could be used as the main material, and they were enough to refine a larger spiritual pen.
For him who had just refined the Ice White Jade Ruler, this was not difficult. He was confident of entering the second round even without using the Burning Fire Divine Refiner.
Watching the surrounding cauldrons taking off, all kinds of lights flashing.
Jiang Nigyue's Ice Pattern Nine Phoenix Furnace and Du Sheng's Purple Abyss Deep Python Furnace are even more dazzling among the stars.
All this seems like a dream.
"Sayoko, why don't you do anything?"
After hearing Gu Mei'er's words in his heart, Xuan Ye breathed a sigh of relief, took out the Juelong cauldron, poured it with demonic fire, and put several materials into it.
The firelight shone on the young man's face, and his focused eyes were like eagle eyes, staring closely at the gradually melting material.
On the other side, the martial arts arena was even more glorious. Di Yuan was dressed in white clothes fluttering in the wind, with a relaxed expression. The pen in front of him moved as he pleased, drawing ink marks out of thin air.
In an instant, the word "Mie" was formed, and the black ink mark stood abruptly in the air, as if the space suddenly shrank, and it was killing the opponent.
At dusk, four hundred people have been selected for the martial arts test.
The weapon refining side is also about to close down, and many people have inspired their spiritual accumulation.
Xuan Ye skillfully controlled the fire, looked at the spiritual light rising around the furnace, raised his hand, took the spiritual pen into his hand, and then used his spiritual consciousness to carve a name on it, waiting to be collected.
After the first test, he followed the flow of people and walked out, but was bumped aside unceremoniously.
"Sorry, we are in a hurry." The man laughed and walked out with the team.
Xuan Ye didn't pay much attention at first, but after seeing the other party's smile, his eyes half-closed, like a wolf about to hunt.
The attack just now was obviously intentional. Although I don't know what it meant, since it was directed at him, I'm afraid it has something to do with Lu Yunzhong.
"What? Are you standing here waiting for someone you know?"
"Senior Brother Han!" The gloom on Xuan Ye's face disappeared and he grinned.
Han Yuan put his arm around Xuan Ye's shoulder unceremoniously, as if he had known each other for a long time, chatting and walking. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw the group of people again.
"Han Yuan? Ha, you're here too."
Seeing that the other party looked like he was coming with bad intentions, Han Yuan raised his head slightly and said, "What? You bunch of losers can come, why can't I come? Otherwise, how can I see you being eliminated?"
"You are the only one left in the Blood Valley Sect, right? What's the use of coming here?" The man who spoke looked at Xuan Ye again, with the same disdain, "Before this, I thought Xuantian Temple was so great.
It seems that there is no successor, and the disciples who come to compete can’t even bring out a decent furnace. It’s really miserable.”
"So what if the cauldron is good? How many of you can inspire spiritual energy? Besides, with Xuan Ye's strength, do we need a good cauldron to deal with you?" Han Yuan pulled Xuan Ye aside and said,
He did not forget to mutter, "Let's go and ignore these rubbish. It's useless to talk too much."
"Wait a minute," Xuan Ye stopped, turned to look at the man, and smiled slightly. "Senior brother, my weapon refining is indeed not the best in Xuantian Temple, but I saw your refining in the competition just now.
Things are just...general."
"Hahaha...Jiang Tao, you are just average." After Han Yuan finished speaking, he took Xuan Ye and left without looking back.
Jiang Tao's face turned blue with anger, and he immediately said: "When the next competition begins, surround him. Don't hide the methods you need to use!"
Half an hour later, the list was announced.
All twelve people from Daqingqiong were included in the list.
Xuan Ye also saw Gu Chi's name from the ink marks in the air. Although he had never met him, he had a good impression of this elegant monk.
The second round of competition is tomorrow, and it is also the most critical competition. Of these two hundred weapon refiners, only forty can make it onto the list. And among the four hundred martial arts cultivators, only one hundred can make it, so the competition is still not small.
In fact, if it weren't for the ruins-like traps and locks in the Glazed Heavenly Palace, which require a weapon refiner to unlock, they wouldn't be able to occupy so many places.
However, other sects do not have enough cultivation and usually put more effort into refining weapons. After all, Xuantian Temple does not send many people each time. Even if they occupy all the places, they are still enough to win a place.
At night, Xuan Ye had no intention of sleeping and wanted to go out for a walk. He happened to meet Jiang Ningyue when he was going out.
The two looked at each other without saying anything, but silently walked towards the sea of clouds together.
"Are you worried?" Xuan Ye asked.
Jiang Ningyue was startled, then suddenly smiled, "No, no, how could I have something on my mind."
Xuan Ye didn't point it out. In fact, since returning from Guanxia Peak, Jiang Ningyue's mood has not been high, and she feels like she is pretending to be happy every day.
"Tomorrow, everything will be over, right?" Jiang Ningyue looked at the sea of clouds with starry eyes.
The cool breeze blew by, making her flinch. Then she glanced at the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye, and there were waves in her eyes.
Xuan Ye nodded, "Well, it will end tomorrow. Master's name will be the best in Xuantian Temple!"
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On the second day, everyone went to the Cloud Road again. This time the team was much smaller than before, so there was no drawing of lots when choosing the furnace position.
Xuan Ye soon discovered that almost everyone was setting up the furnace with him as the center.
Surrounded on one side were Jiang Tao and others from yesterday, but on the right were Maihemuti and Han Yuan, including Gu Chi, and Jiang Ningyue followed closely behind.
As for the other people in Xuantian Temple, they naturally stayed aside.
Although it was a bit weird, Xuan Ye didn't put his mind on it. Anyway, Jiang Tao and others had already expected that they were going to attack him. Next, the soldiers came to cover up the water and earth.
As the bell rang, the final round of competition began.
Xuan Ye's eyes burst into flames, and he sacrificed the Juelong Cauldron. Raging fire rose into the sky, like a violent beast, roaring at everyone, and then poured into the top of the furnace.