Douluo's personal pendant

Chapter 18 The Artifact Refining Competition ([-])

The competition had begun, and Tang Fei took out the things he needed from the space ring, and the space inside was indeed quite large, with a lot of tools placed on the ground without appearing crowded.

Tang Fei set things up, got up and looked around, just like a candidate who entered the college entrance examination room for the first time, who had never experienced it before, and finally wanted to find someone who was as nervous as himself, so that his tension could be relieved.

When the mask separated the stage of the competition, some people couldn't wait to start working. Some players, like Tang Fei, needed iron tools to forge iron, but they didn't have a space ring, so they hurriedly wanted to ask the staff for iron tools, but no matter how they yelled, the staff remained indifferent. It was obvious that outside voices could not enter, and internal voices could not come out either.

Of course, these people are only a small part. Where Tang Fei can see, some people call out martial spirits, which are furnaces with different shapes, and the cultivation of soul power is also uneven, but almost all of them are in the soul master and soul sect. Between the ranks, they placed the Wuhun stove on the ground, and took out pieces of ore emitting various strange lights from the backpack behind them.

Some people's Wuhun is a hammer. They have been carrying a big iron pier from the beginning, put the iron pier on the ground, and also took out pieces of strange-shaped ore from the package, and waved the Wuhun hammer vigorously. iron ore.

Even when Tang Fei saw a person holding the iron ore in his hand, the whole person had turned into a gorilla, rubbing the iron ore with his hands constantly, and the iron ore really became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In short, almost all the contestants have their own preparations and show their talents, trying to prepare all the ore they need within one hour.

Most of the people were in a hurry, and there were also those who struck the iron calmly, but their speeding hands and the sweat that leaked out showed that their hearts were obviously not as calm as they appeared on the surface. Almost all the contestants on the scene were working hard. work, with only four exceptions.

The male host on the commentary platform shouted loudly: "Friends from the audience, as the competition started, the contestants began to carry out their work intensively. However, we can see that there are still four contestants on the scene. Looking at it, it seems very sure."

"Let me introduce these four foreign players to you."

"First of all, there is Mr. Qingxu who does not need too much introduction. Everyone knows that he has shined in previous competitions. He is even called the strongest forging furnace in the history of Douluo Continent by many seniors in the forging world. Yan Fu, because Wuhun is too powerful, in order to consider the contestants of the same session, our Young Master Qingxu will give the opponent half an hour to ensure the fairness of the competition."

Listening to the host's introduction, the audience screamed and looked towards the venue. Mr. Qingxu was squinting his eyes. At some point, he took out a paper fan in his hand and fanned himself gently, blowing himself into a mess. Seeing him look like a fairy in the painting, the audience shouted that they wanted to have a monkey again.

"The second one has to be mentioned, he is known as the king of iron making, the owner of the diamond hammer martial soul, bald Regis~~"

The audience looked in the direction of the host's finger. A strong man with a bald head and a bare upper body was holding his arms and closing his eyes. His whole body was full of muscles, and even his face was sharp-edged. The eyes of the audience, he opened his eyes, and a fierce gaze shot out from his round pupils, the audience he saw turned their heads subconsciously, the moment they were seen, they seemed to be hit by a beast Average.

"People who don't know this contestant may not know that he has been staring at Mr. Qingxu since the first iron-making competition held in Wuhun City. As long as Mr. Qingxu participates in the competition, he will not lose a game, but It's a pity, but so far, he hasn't won once."

The host introduced the identity of the bald head, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"How could such an ugly monster win Mr. Qingxu, Mr. Qingxu must win."

"Yes, yes."

If it wasn't for the bald man hearing the voices outside, he would probably be so angry that his liver hurts.

The hostess waited for the voices in the audience to gradually decrease, and then said: "There is another legendary caster from the Star Dou Empire, the Iron Bone Old Man."

People could see that an old man with a short white beard, a gray cloth wrapped around his head, and a muscular body was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Why are people from the Star Dou Empire here? Are they going to start a war again? This time the target is Notting City, let's run."

Obviously Star Dou Empire is not very good in people's impression.

The mood of the audience suddenly became tense, and some people were even getting ready to get up and flee the scene. The female host had a long mouth but didn't know how to open her mouth to maintain the atmosphere of the scene. She looked at the male host in a panic. He stood up and shouted with a voice that overshadowed all the noise in the scene: "The next one, we need to introduce Rong Rong again."

The overwhelming voice of the male host shocked the audience. They looked in the direction pointed by the male host. A blond, blue-eyed, slender, handsome, and plainly dressed young boy Lang Zhen stood in front of the blacksmith's furnace and looked around, with a dazed expression on his face. look like.

"Wow, he's so handsome, he doesn't seem to be worse than Mr. Qingxu."

"Hmph, how is it possible, Mr. Qingxu must be stronger than him, he must be just a vase, Mr. Qingxu has very strong strength."

"Let me be honest, this young man's appearance is indeed no worse than Mr. Qingxu's, but he seems to be participating in this kind of competition for the first time."

Just as the audience was whispering and discussing, the male host's loud voice rang out again.

"This young man is the blacksmith who was known as the God of Blacksmiths back then. It is said that he can forge the ultimate pure iron. He is a disciple of Liu Yang, the God of Blacksmiths. Although he is participating in the competition for the first time, his master is an unparalleled powerhouse in the foundry industry. , Thinking about it, how could his strength be poor as that kind of existence, let us wait and see, these four strong men who have not yet started, and other foundry masters have brought us wonderful matches."

Following the passionate shouts of the male host, the audience burst into cheers out of embarrassment.

On the rostrum, after the male host returned, the female host quietly approached him and thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Wang, I didn't know what to do just now. If you hadn't saved the scene, I'm afraid the audience."

The male host shook his head and said: "You are still too young, come to me after the competition, I will teach you a few tricks, so you won't be helpless when encountering such things in the future."

The hostess looked at him in surprise, and whispered: "Really, Brother Wang will wait for me after the game."

The male host nodded, with a smile on his face, and said, "I'll talk about it later, let's watch the game first."

"Uh-huh."

Turning his gaze back to Tang Fei, Tang Fei observed the contestants left and right, and found that their iron-making methods were all different, and their methods were extremely secretive. After finding that there was nothing to learn from, Tang Fei turned around and began to prepare for his own work.

He took out a ton of iron ore from the space ring, that’s right, it was a ton of iron ore. Apart from the large amount, these iron ore had no other characteristics, no strange color and shape, and no light. They were black or black.

Tang Fei lit the stove, picked up a piece of iron ore and calcined it, and then began to hammer the iron ore.

Seeing this scene, the male host made a slightly puzzled voice, and some people in the audience who knew how to make iron also showed puzzled expressions.

The hostess saw a strange expression on the face of Brother Wang next to him, and asked, "Brother Wang, what's the matter."

The male host pointed in the direction of Tang Fei. Before the start of the competition, the manager of the perfect blacksmith shop, that is, the gloomy middle-aged man, once approached him and handed him a note, asking him to press the information on it. Let me introduce Tang Fei. In fact, Wang Yi doesn't know who the so-called blacksmith god Liu Yang is, but he is undoubtedly not the top figure in a field who can be called a god. Wang Yi also feels that as the apprentice of the blacksmith god, Tang Fei Should be different from ordinary people.

He pointed to Tang Fei and the hostess who was very close and said, "Look at what method he is using to make iron."

The hostess showed a puzzled expression on her face, and said, "Hit it with a hammer, isn't this normal? Is there any problem?"

Wang Yi said with an inscrutable smile on his face: "You don't understand this, look at other people, either use the Wuhun stove to make iron, or use the Wuhun hammer to smash it, no matter what method you use, the soul is useful." To speed up the time of iron-smelting."

"Do you know why they are in such a hurry."

The hostess shook her head.

Wang Yi continued: "Because they want to use the best materials to make the best weapons, and the better the materials, the more difficult it is to smelt iron, so they are so anxious to smelt the iron block that is the main body. Come out to free up time to prepare other materials, you see, someone has already prepared it."

The hostess looked down, and sure enough, a thin man took out a fist-sized iron block shining with silver-white light from the Wuhun stove placed on the ground.

Although the hostess had just debuted, she was quite knowledgeable, she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "That is, that is Mo Yun Tie Pure Iron."

The male host looked at her with a childish look and nodded, and said: "Contestants generally don't use ordinary iron ore, but black iron ore at the last time. The best ones are the black iron ore you saw. Iron ore, and that boy, he didn't use soul power, he used ordinary iron ore, it seems that he has given up the game."

"Ah," the hostess whispered, and said, "Brother Wang said before that he was some kind of disciple of the God of Blacksmiths, if he loses miserably in the future."

If the male host realized something, he said: "Then the audience will spray him with all their might."

The hostess glanced at Wang Yi who seemed to be thinking of something, and stood forward. Tang Fei had already put a piece of black iron that was smaller than a fist aside, and continued to repeat the previous work

(End of this chapter)