Yan Liang cupped his fists and returned the salute, "I'm Yan Liang, the young master of the Tianbao Pavilion of the Wen Dynasty..."
As soon as the words fell, the remaining people stopped, held their fists in the distance, and retreated to their respective teams.
A few others murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that it was a sect that became a laughing stock more than ten years ago. It has gained such momentum. Why do you think it is such a great sect..."
"The less powerful you are, the more you will pretend, as if you can regain the face you lost in the past..."
"We are both from the Weapon Refining Sect, I'm really ashamed of them..."
Gu Nong, the second elder of Baiqifang, changed his expression slightly, shook his head and turned around to leave, "I was still thinking about making friends, but it turns out that I am not as good as Baiqifang..."
Xue Cai, the third elder of Wanqi Pavilion, saw that the young man's face remained unchanged in the face of these sarcastic remarks. He couldn't help but nodded, laughed loudly, and said: "Haha, little friend, don't mind, the world is so cruel, everyone has his own way of life. The industry respects the strong and shames the weak, but some people are just too powerful..."
As soon as these words came out, many people's faces became ugly, but they did not dare to get angry, just because his Wanqi Pavilion achieved top ten results in the last Weapon Refining Master Competition, and what he said was also All are facts.
Yan Liang knows these truths very well and has experienced them a lot, so naturally he doesn't take them to heart and has long expected such a result.
In this short while, Tiangong Sect and another force also arrived one after another.
From time to time, the mountain gate opened, and a middle-aged man led three people to the mountain gate.
His surname was Meng Xingguo, and he was a deacon of the Weapon Refiner Association. That day, he had an argument with another deacon.
The other two people came to the front of the mountain gate, took out a long table, sat on it, and began to prepare.
Meng Xingguo glanced at the dozens of people present and said: "The registration fee for this year's contestants is one thousand low-grade spiritual stones per person. After paying the fee and receiving the participation number plate, the sect can go to Qianshan Square to wait for the competition to begin."
All participating sects were slightly dissatisfied when they heard the registration fee. Gu Nong frowned slightly and looked at the six disciples behind him. The registration fee would be an additional three thousand spirit stones.
He hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, "Deacon Meng, why did the registration fee for this session suddenly double?"
Meng Xingguo sighed slightly and said: "Hey, this is also a helpless move. Because the skill levels of previous contestants vary greatly, many of the refined artifacts have not been sold until now. Therefore, the materials and refinements used in the competition have been mixed. The artifacts produced belong to the participating parties, and those of outstanding quality will be auctioned on site.”
This is equivalent to sharing the cost among all participants, and then subsidizing it to those who are strong in weapon refining. In this way, the more you can persist to the end, the more cost-effective it is. On the one hand, it can also increase the pressure and motivation of the participants.
He has been in contact with the lowest level contestants in every session, and he knows that many people feel distressed when paying fees, so he would get into disputes with another deacon over this. But the decision-making power does not belong to him, and it is useless to argue with others.
At this moment, the confident participating sects all nodded, and some looked hesitantly at the contestants under their own sects.
Yan Liang smiled slightly, walked forward quickly with the four of them, and took out two thousand low-grade spiritual stones, "I have two people from Tianbao Pavilion participating in the competition. Their names are Yan Liang and Chen Yun..."
Meng Xingguo looked at the sect who was the first to pay the fee and was very surprised, "When did Tianbao Pavilion have such a person? This courage alone cannot be underestimated..."
Yan Liang frowned slightly when he saw that he was given the number four card, and asked: "Shouldn't the first card I get be the number one? Why were you given the number four card?"
Meng Xingguo took a step forward, smiled slightly and said: "The first three numbers are reserved for the top three sects in the previous term to show respect to them."
"What if they don't send anyone this time?"
"Then this number will be empty and will not be issued."
Yan Liang cupped his fists and said, "Thank you very much, Deacon Meng, for clarifying my doubts!"
Meng Xingguo smiled and nodded, "It doesn't matter, you go ahead, there will be someone waiting at the square..."
Yan Liang nodded and led the five people into the mountain gate. They climbed up the steps and soon arrived at the square.
The huge square has been prepared for a long time. More than a hundred forging platforms are evenly distributed in the field, and forging tools of the same size are placed on them.
There is an underground furnace next to the forging platform. Obviously, this is a ground fire specially opened for the competition. After all, some weapon-refining geniuses who are not high in cultivation but are quite talented in other aspects must be taken into consideration.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with high cheekbones was doing the final inspection carefully. His surname was Ding Zhiqiang, and he was the other deacon who fought with Meng Xingguo that day.
There is a three-level platform built around it that can be raised and lowered. The platform is divided into different areas. There is a VIP area, a viewing area for major forces, and an observation area for participating parties. Tables placed in each area Chair grades also vary.
The high platform facing the square is the VIP area, with six chairs placed on it. The front seat is the largest and most magnificent in the entire venue.
There is a seat next to each other, slightly further back, and there are two seats slightly further apart, and their positions are further back.
There were not many people in the square at the moment. The maids who had been waiting on both sides of the stone steps bowed slightly to the five people. Looking at the competition cards on their chests, they led the five people to the observation area of the participating parties.
The five people meditated quietly in the rest area and waited. As more and more people came, the place became lively.
After waiting for about half an hour, a dozen people walked out of the hall, led by a young man who looked less than forty years old.
I saw that he had an extraordinary appearance, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and his temperament was outstanding, and he also had a faint aura of fierceness about him.
Her thick black hair flows in the wind, her eyes are as clear as crystal, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, making her look a little different and charming.
The person on his left is an old man with gray hair. He is Gu Xiu Ming, the president of the Weapon Refiner Association.
The person on the right is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has a majestic figure, eyes like torches, and is wearing a bright yellow brocade robe. He has an air of imperial majesty.
Following closely behind them were four people, all of whom had strong auras, followed closely by Vice President Wen Zimo and several elders.
Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of everyone, and the lively voices gradually became quieter.
As the young man sat down in the largest and most majestic seat, others followed suit.
Wen Zimo glanced at the several elders and deacons in the audience one by one, received their nods in response, and shouted: "Everyone, please be quiet. Next, we invite our president to speak for everyone."
Thousands of people in the audience suddenly fell silent, including some people who were meditating on the platform. They also woke up and looked towards the high platform.
Gu Xiuming first scanned the thousands of people on the platform, most of whom were the major forces coming to watch the game, as well as the accompanying personnel of some participating forces.
Then he looked at the hundreds of weapon refiners in the field and said loudly: "It can be said that you represent the younger generation of the entire Xiling Continent. Many of you have come from thousands of miles away. I represent Xiling here." The European Weapon Refiner Association welcomes you. Next, I would like to introduce to you a leading figure in our Weapon Refiner industry..."
At this point, he paused, glanced at the people in the field, and when he saw their expectant eyes, he continued with a smile: "He is Zhongshengzhou's peerless genius - Ghost Ax. Just a few months ago, he succeeded He has been promoted to a celebrity in weapon refining, now we will ask him to say a few words for us."
As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into cheers. Many weapon refiners were extremely excited and cheered. Being a celebrity in weapon refinement was their lifelong goal.
"Celebrity Ghost Ax!"
"Celebrity Ghost Ax!"
The young man stood up slowly, glanced at the weapon refiners in the field one by one, then raised his hand and pressed lightly, and the cheers in the field gradually quieted down.
The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand in a daze, "I came to Xilingzhou by chance and fate. The road for us weapon refiners has always been extremely difficult, but as long as we have faith, everything is possible. I believe that one day... some of you will Someone can be promoted to a celebrity, work their way up, and never give up!”
Yan Liang stared closely at Gui Hu's eyes, feeling that the eyes were full of deep color, not what a young man should look like, and he unconsciously became a little curious about him.
After some opening remarks, Vice President Wen Zimo began to talk about the rules of the competition, "Our competition rules this year are roughly the same as those in previous years, but there are celebrities sitting in this year. If there is a genius in the future, if the difficulty can be increased appropriately, there will be corresponding rewards. It will also improve. First of all, we will conduct the first round of competition. The first competition content of the first round is to refine pig iron. Only those with a purity of 80% can qualify. The second competition is to hammer out rock iron. The success rate reaches 70%. You have just passed the test. The third item is to refine a third-level spiritual sword. Only when it reaches the top grade will you be considered qualified. The total time limit is one hour, and those who fail or exceed the time limit will escape..."
There was a slight pause at this point, "There are a total of 272 weapon refiners who have signed up for the competition this time. Due to limited space, we will be divided into three groups. The first group is No. 1 to No. 91, and the second group is No. 1 to No. 91. Numbers 92 to 183 are in the second group, and numbers 184 to 272 are in the third group. Now please leave the first group for the first competition. The others Participants should first retreat to the observation area to rest.”
Yanliang came to the No. 4 forging platform and saw three young men standing on the three forging platforms in the first row. He used his telekinesis to scan them carefully.
In just a moment, he already knew the physical strength and spiritual power level. He couldn't help but look at Yun'er at the No. 5 forging platform, smiled slightly, and said through a message: "We will win the championship and runner-up together in this competition!"
Yun'er smiled at each other and winked at him, "Well, come on!!!"
Just as Yanliang's mind swept over the three of them, the ghost axe, who was on the first seat, seemed to look at him inadvertently, and then looked at the other contestants in the field silently.
