Chapter seven hundred and ninety-two changes in black iron
As if he felt something, the Xingyue Sword on the sword stand made a "buzzing" and trembling sound.
The spirituality of the sacred weapon is stronger than that of the mysterious weapon. Even though Ye Yuan has changed his appearance now, he still recognizes the former owner.
Ye Yuan smiled slightly and took the Xingyue Sword in his hand.
When they reunited again, Ye Yuan felt sour in his heart.
The Xingyue Sword has been with him for two hundred years, but compared to the Wuji Cauldron, the Xingyue Sword has been ignored by him too much.
Seeing Xingyue Sword again at this time, Ye Yuan actually felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy. Scenes from the past were rolling through Ye Yuan's mind as if they were just yesterday.
"Old man, let's work hard together to get back to the top and be proud of God's Domain!"
The gloom on Ye Yuan's body was swept away, replaced by determination to move forward.
The Xingyue Sword made a gentle sound, obviously in response to Ye Yuan's heroic declaration.
Ye Yuan inspected the Xingyue Sword and found that it was indeed very badly damaged. He did not have much achievements in the art of refining. If he wanted to bring the Xingyue Sword back to its peak state, he still had to find a master of refining it.
However, even if it was so badly damaged, the Xingyue Sword was more than one level higher than the Xuanying Sword.
Moreover, Ye Yuan's familiarity with the Xingyue Sword is simply not comparable to other weapons.
The Luohua Piaoling Sword was created by Ye Yuan using the Xingyue Sword.
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After returning to his residence, Ye Yuan immediately chose to retreat.
The accommodation is provided by the Holy Land and is heavily guarded. Ye Yuan is not worried that anyone will covet his Star-Moon Sword.
With a thought in his mind, Ye Yuan entered the Haotian Tower.
The black iron block floated quietly in front of Ye Yuan. Ye Yuan's consciousness swept towards the black iron block, and the golden words in the sea of consciousness reacted.
Before, Ye Yuan just gave up at the touch of a button and didn't have any serious feelings.
Feeling it carefully at this moment, he found that the movement of the golden words was not as strong as he imagined.
"Hmm... This seems to be a resonance, but what exactly is this resonance? Other than that, there seems to be nothing special about the black iron block at all."
After feeling the effort for a while, Ye Yuan was also quite frustrated. Because the effect of this black iron block did not seem to be as great as imagined.
Could it be said that these tens of millions of yuan crystals were really wasted?
Of course Ye Yuan would not be willing to give in. After such a long time, he finally had the opportunity to explore the mystery of the golden text. How could he be willing to lose it?
"Since there is no reaction, I will refine you! I want to see what you are!"
However, the refining process was not as simple as Ye Yuan imagined.
This black iron block was obviously not an ordinary product. Ye Yuan spent a whole day refining it, but only one-tenth of it was refined.
According to this progress, there is no chance that the refining will be completed before the competition begins.
However, Ye Yuan was not impatient. The next day, he refined another tenth of the iron, but the black iron still showed no reaction.
On the third, fourth, and fifth days, the black iron finally changed a little!
This change made Ye Yuan extremely happy!
On the fifth day, Ye Yuan had already made nearly half of the refining progress. On top of the black iron block, a piece actually fell off, revealing a golden color!
This touch of golden yellow looked like some kind of strokes. Ye Yuan compared the golden words in the sea of consciousness and found that many words matched that touch of strokes.
"Could it be that what is recorded on this black iron block is exactly this kind of golden text? I didn't notice it before, but now it seems that this black iron block looks like a fragment of a furnace! Could it be that... this is a powerful person in the divine realm?
The pieces of the medicinal cauldron?" Ye Yuan boldly guessed.
On the sixth day, the quasi-holy son selection competition is finally about to begin!
The competition format of the finals is very exaggerated, but it is also a test of true strength.
Sixty players are organized into numbers 1 to 60, and there will be three rounds of duels every day. Each time the opponents are different, until you have finished all the opponents!
In other words, everyone will play against fifty-nine other players!
In the end, the ranking will be determined based on the number of games won!
This finals will last for twenty days.
This kind of competition system does not allow for any opportunism. Players must go all out for every game in order to achieve a better ranking.
When Pei Wenqiang saw Ye Yuan, the smile on his face was extremely strange.
"I heard that you gave that brat of the Wu family a big blow. Haha, that's really satisfying. I've already seen that brat unhappy! When I think of Wu Jianqing's horse face, I feel so happy that I can't tell you!
That kid Wu Jiantong doesn't know you have a gold token, but he still dares to question you, hahaha, it really made me laugh to death."
Pei Wenqiang had seen Ye Yuan's golden token and was very frightened at the time.
This thing cannot be measured by Di Yuan Jing at all. It is ridiculous that Wu Jiantong dared to question Ye Yuan's ability to pay.
He deserves to be ruined!
Ye Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense, have we got our numbers?"
Pei Wenqiang didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Come out, you are No. 7. Tang Fan is No. 23, and Mu Yun is No. 51."
The number was drawn at random, and it didn't matter whether it was good or bad. No matter what, they would run into every opponent.
Moreover, in this finals, no one is mediocre, and it seems that it doesn’t matter who the opponent is.
"No. 7, seems pretty good. In what game will we meet that Nalan Chu?" Ye Yuan asked.
"Hey, I've seen this for you a long time ago. You won't encounter it until the 42nd game. But don't take it lightly. There are several strong opponents before him. You should pay attention." Pei Wenqiang seemed to have known about Ye Yuan.
Thoughts, reminded.
Ye Yuan nodded and didn't take it seriously.
After meeting Tang Fan, Mu Yun and others, the group gathered at Chixia Square.
Chixia Square is located in the central area of the Holy Land and covers an extremely large area.
This selection competition is an unprecedented grand event in the Chixia Holy Land. It is also a stage for secret competition among the major families in the Holy Land, so it naturally attracts a lot of attention.
"Great Elder, what is the significance of the Holy Lord holding this selection competition this time? In my opinion, Nalanchu will definitely be the first place. Is there any need for such a competition?"
"A strong man in the Daoxuan Realm can already spy on the secrets of heaven. How can we guess the thoughts of the Holy Lord? Nalanchu is indeed a rare genius in the Holy Land for thousands of years, but if you want to say that I am definitely the number one
I beg to differ. In this competition, many interesting little guys were selected!"
"Isn't it possible? Nalan Chu's strength is well-deserved to be number one in the Holy Land. Even Wu Jiantong is far behind him. How can anyone selected from other divisions compete with him?"
"Hey, look at it!"
The competition has not yet begun, but the great elder of Chixia Holy Land is full of confidence in this competition.