Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 207

In the clear sky, accompanied by cheers, the opening ceremony of the Artifact Refining Contest suddenly started.

There are millions of refining sects in the Ten Thousand Realms star field, and those refining sects from various star fields are all gathered here.

The competition was held at the star venue in the center of Tianwen City.

This venue is huge, it looks like a fighting venue. In short, there is no problem in accommodating hundreds of millions of people at one time, and there will be even more.

At this moment, accompanied by the cheers of the onlookers sitting around the venue, all the participating sects entered the venue and came to their respective rest camps for the competition.

After all the contestants had entered the arena, an old man in blue robes and fluttering hair landed from the sky on the huge competition stage of the venue.

This person is the master of the Artifact Refining Temple... Yuchike.

"Fellow daoists, we have finally ushered in the 50-year Artifact Refining Competition. At the same time, I am also very happy to witness this prosperous age of Artifact Dao with you. Well, due to time constraints, I now officially announce that the refining The Weapon Competition has officially begun!"

Yuchike's words fell silent, and there was a burst of exciting applause from the audience.

"First of all, please invite our 35 judges." Yuchike coughed twice with his spiritual power, and said loudly after the venue calmed down.

After the words were closed, 35 figures suddenly appeared on the judges' platform.

With the appearance of these monks, the whole venue once again set off an upsurge of applause.

Especially the demon saint, the enthusiasm of the entire venue reached its peak.

Seeing this, Yang Fan, who was sitting in the venue, was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

You must know that these monks are all powerful in the spirit-slashing realm, and they are well-known existences in the entire cultivation world. It is already a great face to be able to take the time to come here now.

After all, this is the face of the Artifact Refining Temple. If someone else invites you, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see him.

As for this demon saint, let alone her beauty, she is also a heavenly craftsman, unparalleled in talent and appearance, and very popular.

After Yu Chike briefly introduced the 35 judges, he flew up and landed on the judge's platform, because he was also a judge.

Following Yuchike's departure, soon another monk presiding over the venue flew onto the stage.

This person is Ying Liantian, the Great Elder of the Qi Sect, and also one of the elders of the Artifact Refining Temple, whose realm is in Yuanying Realm Dzogchen.

He glanced at the entire venue, and quickly spoke in detail about the rules of this competition and so on.

"Finally, I would like to wish all contestants to break through themselves and achieve a good result!"

After the words were closed, Ying Liantian flew out of the Bidoutai, followed by [-] monks of the late Nascent Soul Stage who were all in one color, and flew up to the stage, and each stood in an area, and even took out the jade talisman to set up a barrier, so the Bidoutai was divided into Five hundred competition areas.

Each Nascent Soul cultivator is responsible for invigilating their respective areas.

The first to compete is the younger generation of refiners.

"Sovereign masters of all sects, please come forward to draw their respective competition areas!" Ying Liantian said using his spiritual power on the monitoring platform.

After the words were closed, the heads of each sect stepped forward one by one. The drawing was also very simple, and it was done in the form of lottery, which was very efficient.

As for cheating, it is even more impossible, because it was decided unanimously by the 36 judges.

"We are District [-]!" King Lu Mao came back from drawing lots, and said to the disciples who were about to take part in the refining competition.

"You don't need to be nervous. The suzerain happens to know the invigilator in the [-]th district, and he is not bad. You just need to give it your best."

The participating disciples of the Artifact Sect nodded nervously.

Zhen Youcai was equally nervous at the moment. After all, this was a sacred competition among the crafting masters in the entire cultivation world. At the same time, there were hundreds of millions of monks from various star fields watching.

He looked up at Yang Fan who was sitting in the viewing area. He wanted to encourage him, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't look at him the whole time, and even talked with a monk sitting next to him pointing at the competition platform. what.

"Alas!" Zhen Youcai sighed, quietly waiting with everyone for the start of the competition.

Soon, after the rankings of all sects finished, Ying Liantian on the monitoring platform suddenly said, "Now enter the competition area according to their respective rankings!"

After the words were closed, all the contestants jumped up one after another like a hornet's nest being poked open, and entered their designated competition areas one after another.

Ten minutes later, the refining competition suddenly started.

The time limit is five hours, and the final victory is determined by the level and power of the spirit weapon.

At this moment, as the competition started, the disciples in each participating area began to act one after another.

Some are refining refined iron, some are conceiving ideas, and some are actually doing warm-up exercises. One of them is even more weird. He took out a small h book and read it. He looks very obsessed, and his body twitches from time to time. In short, it's extremely obscene.

Yang Fan was a little speechless, is this nima sure to be a weapon refining competition?Instead of being funny?
At this moment, the cultivator sitting next to him seemed to know what he was thinking, so he pointed to the contestant who was reading the little H book and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate him, this But Huang Wen, a genius disciple of the Artifact Sect, is now an earth-rank first-grade weapon refiner, and although he is reading the little h book, he is actually looking for inspiration."

What a godlike inspiration, if you want to read a small h text, you say you want to read it, and it seems to be the same thing, and besides, there is a hairy relationship between refining weapons and reading a small h text.

No need to look, this guy is definitely a scumbag.

Yang Fan smacked his lips, said nothing, and turned his attention to the [-] test area where Zhen Youcai was.

Zhen Youcai was concentrating on refining the refined iron at the moment. From what he saw, he could tell at a glance that this had already been refined three times.

"Should be able to do it six times!" Yang Fan guessed, and then turned his attention to others.

Suddenly two familiar figures came into view.

These two people were Lonely Zhen and Li Xiaofang who competed in the ring yesterday.

It can be seen that while refining the refined iron, the two raised their heads from time to time, provoking each other with provocative eyes.

At the same time, among them, a white-faced cultivator was gritting his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth and roared, and suddenly increased the refining speed. In less than 3 minutes, the third refining was successful.

Seeing this, the white-faced monk went all out and wanted to go straight to the fourth.

At first, Yang Fan thought that this monk was born with a fair face, but after a closer look, he realized that this guy was not fair at all, but was caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

"Stupid!" Yang Fan shook his head and shouted softly. Even if it is the fourth time of refining, the spiritual power will be consumed seriously. It is obvious that the next tire forging and spiritual engraving cannot continue!
"Ah!" At this moment, the white-faced monk roared, and in the next second, the fourth refinement was successful.

"Haha, I finally succeeded, I finally succeeded..." He grabbed the fine iron and shouted excitedly, but after shouting a few times, he fell to the ground and passed out on the spot, foaming from his mouth.

"Oh, what a fool!" Looking at the white-faced monk who was sent out by the invigilator, Yang Fan sighed, and in his heart, he wondered why the young man is so restless?
Examples like this abound in other test areas, and some even failed to refine it even once because of nervousness.

In short, within half an hour of the competition, a large number of contestants have already been eliminated.

"It's so boring, I knew I wouldn't be here!" Yang Fan smacked his lips boredly, took out the ice soul wine from the storage and drank it.

At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from behind him.

"Look, Huang Wen is about to make a move!"

A word fell.

Everyone around looked at the contestant who was watching the news.

Yang Fan did the opposite, turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a familiar round-faced monk.

"Shop... Shopkeeper!?"

　"Corpse of Immortals"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)