After Master Fen Ye finished speaking, he sat down on his seat casually.
"The third round of weapon refining begins now!"
Before anyone could figure out what was going on, Jiang Shanhe immediately announced.
After saying this, he walked down the square.
This announcement announced the beginning of the third round of weapon refining.
It also means that the three-hour clock has started.
However, none of the ten groups of participants in the square started refining their weapons immediately.
They were all obviously thinking about what Master Fen Ye just said.
Sword! Not a sword!
What exactly does Master Fen Ye want everyone to refine?
"Sir, what do you think Master Fen Ye means by what he just said?"
Tong Xinye also turned around with her brows furrowed and cast a questioning look at Ling Tian.
"Actually, his meaning is not difficult to understand."
Ling Tian was deep in thought, probably already understanding what Master Fen Ye meant.
"oh?"
Tong Xinye looked curious.
Ling Tian then explained unhurriedly, "Normally speaking, swords are spiritual weapons, used to assist in battles! As for non-swords, I guess Master Fen Ye hopes that what we refine is not just a simple sword. Maybe we can try
Refining a magic weapon in the shape of a sword."
"A magic weapon in the shape of a sword?"
Tong Xinye woke up suddenly and suddenly realized, "I understand!"
The spirit weapon can be held in the hand and directly enhance the warrior's combat power.
Magical instruments have various functions and each has its own magical uses.
In terms of shape, spirit soldiers are mostly shaped like swords, spears, and halberds, and their unified feature is that they are easy for warriors to hold.
However, the shapes of magic weapons are all kinds of weird. In order to be able to carry different types of divine patterns and exert the magical functions of each magic weapon, the shapes will be very different.
After having an idea, Tong Xinye immediately activated his true fire and placed it in the refining furnace.
In the dark square, this burst of fire also illuminated the surrounding area.
The eyes of everyone in the stands were immediately fixed on Tong Xinye.
"Has Tong Xinye already thought about what to refine?"
"Sword! Not a sword! I don't know what Tong Xinye plans to refine."
"I don't know, I can't tell now! There will be results in three hours."
Everyone speculated a lot, but because Tong Xinye had just started refining weapons, no one could tell what Tong Xinye wanted to refine.
This also prevents other people participating in this round of weapon refining from stealing opinions from Tong Xinye.
By the time they figured out what Tong Xinye wanted to refine, it was probably almost two hours.
Of course, none of the contestants in the square meant to steal their opinions.
After just glancing at Tong Xinye, he withdrew his gaze again.
Not long after Tong Xinye started refining, someone one after another made a decision in their hearts and put the flame into the refining furnace.
In less than half an hour, everyone had started refining weapons.
Flames of various colors illuminated the entire square extremely brightly.
In the third round of the weapon refining competition, everyone went all out.
Tong Xinye is naturally no exception.
After the flame temperature in the refining furnace reached the standard, she immediately took out a piece of black gold meteorite and placed it into the refining furnace first.
Black gold meteorite is an excellent weapon-making material, which Ling Tian previously purchased at a large price in Zhongcheng District.
Its surface glows with a faint golden light, and there are faintly colorful reflections under the firelight.
"Smelting black gold meteorite seems to be a bit troublesome."
Ling Tian silently paid attention to Tong Xinye.
It is understandable that Tong Xinye wants to use black gold and meteorite iron to refine weapons.
After all, the better the weapon refining materials, the higher the quality of the refined weapon will be, and thus it can carry a stronger divine pattern array.
However, Xuanjin meteorite is difficult to smelt, and the impurities in it are too difficult to remove.
Tong Xin Ye If you have a stronger flame, you can still succeed if you spend some time.
But just relying on his true fire is too difficult...
Ling Tian used his peripheral vision to observe the people around him and found that the flames in the refining furnace in front of these people were very unusual.
Shu Wenshan, Min Li, and Wu Chi, who have the weakest flame intensity, also possess fifth-grade beast fire.
As for the flames controlled by the other six, they are even stronger.
It’s quite speechless to talk about this.
Shu Wenshan, Min Li, and Wu Chi were born into a small family in Shenbing City.
But even so, their family still tried their best to find fifth-grade beast fire for the three of them.
Tong Xinye was born into a weapon-refining family like the Tong family, but the Tong family only gave her the weakest first-grade beast fire, which was not even as good as her own true fire.
"No matter!"
After hesitating for a moment, Ling Tian reached out and put his hand on Tong Xinye's shoulder and said, "Use my flame!"
"Your flame?"
Tong Xinye was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ling Tian and her eyes became surprised for a moment, "Young Master said, is it true that you are destined to be hot?"
All True Yuan realm warriors can burn the power of True Yuan and produce True Yuan fire.
This fire is also called the true fire of the warrior.
Tong Xinye knew that Ling Tian's martial arts talent was powerful, and his true fire will not be too weak.
But Ling Tian is not a fire cultivator, and his natal true fire can at best reach the level of fifth-grade beast fire.
If Ling Tian puts his true fire into the weapon refining furnace, it will definitely be difficult for Tong Xinye to control it.
The final effect may not be as good as her true fire, which is only equivalent to the third-grade beast fire.
"My true fire is not strong! However, I also have another kind of flame."
Ling Tian looked solemn and had no intention of joking with Tong Xinye.
At this moment, he suddenly took a step forward and arrived in front of the weapon refining furnace.
Tong Xinye froze on the spot, a little dazed.
Could it be that Ling Tian still possesses beast fire?
Before she could ask what was going on, Ling Tian's palms trembled slightly, and immediately a ball of terrifying flames began to pulse at his fingertips.
Afterwards, Ling Tian immediately put this wisp of flame into the refining furnace.
"This is……"
Tong Xinye's eyes widened in horror, staring in front of her.
She only saw that after Ling Tian put the wisp of flame into his true fire, he quickly swallowed up her true fire.
Such a scene is enough to prove that the flame Ling Tian just released was far stronger than her true fire.
"This fire is the fire of chaos!"
Ling Tian's eyes were deep, staring at the dancing flames in the refining furnace, and he whispered to answer the confusion in Tong Xinye's heart.
The Fire of Chaos is originally the flame produced by burning the power of Chaos.
Since he practiced the Chaos Scripture to the thirty-seventh level, he has condensed the Chaos True Essence.
Burn the Chaos True Essence, thus possessing a stronger Chaos Fire.
Its flame intensity is infinitely close to that of strange fire, and is completely comparable to ninth-grade beast fire.
At this moment, he decided to release the fire of chaos, and he had already considered it in his mind.
The release of the Fire of Chaos will inevitably reveal his identity.
Because in the Eastern Wasteland, there are not many people who practice the power of chaos.
But in order to help Tong Xinye win the top three in the weapon refining competition, he didn't care whether his identity was exposed or not.
Even if exposed, so what?
This is the Divine Weapon City, the base of the Weapon Refining Guild, and no one dares to touch it.
On the contrary, his identity as the false holy son of the Holy Land can still scare some people.
It is possible to ignore his identity as the pseudo-holy son of the Holy Land.
The only person who dares to do something wrong to him is probably Pen Ling.
But how had he ever been afraid of a mere Penngling?