Yanliang held his fists and greeted him one by one, "In Xia Yanliang, the young master of Tianbao Pavilion of the Wen Dynasty..."

As soon as the words were finished, the remaining few people stopped, clasped their fists from afar, and retreated to their respective teams.

Several others muttered in a low voice, "It turned out to be a sect that became a laughing stock more than ten years ago. It has created such a great sect, why is it that amazing..."

"The less you are, the more you will behave, as if you can get back the lost face in the past..."

"I am really ashamed of them as both weapon refining sects..."

The second elder Gu Nong of Baiqifang changed his face slightly, shook his head and turned around and left, "I still want to make friends with you, but it turns out that it is not as good as my Baiqifang..."

Xue Cai, the third elder of Wanqi Pavilion, looked at the boy's face of these cold words, but he couldn't help but nod, laughed and said, "Haha, don't mind, the world is so cruel. All walks of life regard the strong as respect and the weak ashamed of the weak, but some people are too powerful..."

As soon as these words were said, many people's faces became ugly, but they did not dare to do it, just because the Ten Thousand Artifact Pavilion where he was in won the top ten results in the last weapon refining competition, and what he said was true.

Yan Liang knew these principles well and had experienced a lot, so he naturally wouldn't take them seriously, and had expected such a result long ago.

During this small meeting, Tiangong Sect and another force also arrived one after another.

From time to time, the mountain gate opened, and a middle-aged man brought three people to the mountain gate.

His surname is Meng and his name is Xingguo. He was a deacon of the Artifact Refiner Association. That day he was arguing with another deacon.

The other two came to the front of the mountain gate, took out a long table and sat on it, and began to prepare.

Meng Xingguo swept over dozens of people present and said, "The registration fee for this contestants is 1,000 low-grade spirit stones per person. After paying the fee, the sect that receives the participating license plate can go to Qianshan Square to wait for the competition to start."

When all the participating sects heard the registration fee, Gu Nong frowned slightly and looked at the six disciples behind him. This time, the registration fee of 3,000 spirit stones would be added.

He hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Deacon Meng, why did the registration fee for this term suddenly double?"

Meng Xingguo sighed slightly and said, "Oh, this is also a helpless move. Because the skills of previous contestants are of varying quality, many of the refined utensils have not been sold yet. Therefore, the materials used in the competition and the refined utensils belong to the contestants themselves. Those with excellent quality will be given on-site auctions."

This is equivalent to sharing the expenses of all participants and subsidizing them to those powerful refining players. This makes the more money you can persevere until the end, and on the one hand, it can also increase the pressure and motivation of participants.

He contacted the lowest-level participants every time, and knew that many people felt distressed when paying fees, so he would argue with another deacon because of this. But the decision was not up to him, and even if he had a red face with others, it would be useless.

At this moment, the confident sects nodded, and hesitated as they looked at the participants under their sects.

Yan Liang smiled slightly, and walked forward with four people quickly, taking out two thousand low-grade spirit stones, "I, Tianbao Pavilion, and I participated in the competition, and my names are Yan Liang and Chen Yun..."

Meng Xingguo was surprised to see the first sect to pay, "When did such a person appear in Tianbao Pavilion? His courage alone cannot be underestimated..."

Yanliang looked at the number four card given to him, frowned slightly, and asked, "Shouldn't my first card be number one? Why did he give me number four card?"

Meng Xingguo took a step forward and smiled slightly and said, "The first three numbers were reserved for the top three sects of the previous term to show their respect for them."

"What if they don't send people here?"

"Then this number will be empty and will not be sent out."

Iwara clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Deacon Meng, for answering the doubts!"

Meng Xingguo nodded with a smile, "It's okay, you go, there will be someone to receive it in the square..."

Yanliang nodded, stepped into the mountain gate with five people, and soon arrived at the square.

The huge square has been prepared, with more than 100 forging tables evenly distributed in the field, with uniform sized forging tools on it.

There is a ground fire stove next to the forging platform. Obviously, this is a ground fire specially opened for the competition. After all, we have to consider some weapon refining geniuses with low cultivation but quite talented in other aspects.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with high cheekbones was doing the final examination carefully. His surname was Ding Zhiqiang, and he was another deacon who fought with Meng Xingguo that day.

A third-level platform that can be lifted and sequentially is built around this. The platform is divided into different areas, including VIP areas, viewing areas of major forces, and observation areas for participants. The tables and chairs placed in each area are still of different grades.

The high platform facing the square is the VIP area, with six seats placed on it, and the front seat is the largest and most grand in the venue.

There is a seat next to each side, and the position should be slightly lowered, and there should be two seats slightly separated, so their position should be further backward.

There were not many people in the square at this moment. The maids who had already been waiting on both sides of the stone steps bowed slightly to the five people. Looking at the competition cards on the chests of the two people, they led the five people to the observation area of ​​the participants.

The five of them sat quietly in the rest area and waited. As more and more people came, the scene became lively.

After waiting for about half an hour, more than a dozen people came out of the hall, leading a young man who looked less than forty years old.

I saw that he had extraordinary appearance, his face was as clear as a carved face, and his temperament was extraordinary, and his body was faintly exposed with a sharp aura.

A head of black and dense hair flows in the wind, and the crystal-like clear eyes, the corners of the eyes slightly raised, making them look a little charming.

On his left hand was the old man with gray hair, who was Gu Xiuming, the president of the Artifact Refiners Association.

On the right side was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He was majestic, with his eyes as big as torches, and wearing a bright yellow brocade robe, which had a sense of imperial majesty.

Four people followed closely behind them, each with a deep breath, followed by Vice President Wen Zimo and several elders.

Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of the audience, and the lively voices gradually became smaller.

As the young man sat down in the biggest and most grand seat, others sat down.

Wen Zimo swept through the elders and deacons in the audience one by one, received their nods and responded, and shouted: "Please be quiet, please calm down. Let's invite our president to speak to you."

Thousands of people in the audience suddenly became quiet, and some of the people who were meditating on the platform woke up and looked at the platform.

Gu Xiuming first swept over thousands of people on the platform, most of whom were major forces coming to watch the game, as well as accompanying 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 young generation on the entire Xilingzhou. Many of you have come from thousands of miles away. Here I am on behalf of the Xilingzhou Weapon Refiners Association to welcome your arrival. Next, I will introduce to you a leader in our weapon refining industry..."

He paused and swept through the crowd in the scene. Seeing their expectant eyes, he continued with a smile: "He is the peerless genius in Zhongshengzhou - the magic axe. Just a few months ago, he was successfully promoted to a celebrity in weapon refining. Let's invite him to say a few words to us."

As soon as the words finished, the audience suddenly became cheerful and cheered. Many weapon refiners were extremely excited and cheered. The weapon refining celebrities were their lifelong pursuit of the goal.

"Celebrity's Awesome!"

"Celebrity's Awesome!"

The young man slowly stood up, his eyes swept across the weapon refiner off the field one by one, and then raised his hand to press it lightly. The cheers in the field gradually became quiet.

His lips raised slightly, and he waved his hand in a daze, "This is unintentional and fate. Our weapon refiners have always been extremely difficult, but as long as you have faith, everything is possible. I believe that one day... some of you will definitely be promoted to celebrities, and will be strong all the way, and will never give up!"

Iwara stared at the wonder-like eyes tightly, feeling that the eyes were full of deep colors, not like what a young man should have, and he became curious about him.

After some opening remarks, Vice President Wen Zimo began to talk about the rules of the competition, "The rules of our competition in this session are roughly the same as those in previous sessions, but there are celebrities in this session. If there are geniuses in the future, if the difficulty is appropriately increased, the corresponding reward will also be increased. First, we will hold the first round of the competition. The content of the first round of the competition is to refine pig iron, and only those who have reached 80% of the purity will be qualified. The second is to temper rock iron, and the success rate will reach 70% of the success rate. The third is to refine a third-level spiritual sword, which will be considered qualified only if they reach the top level. The total time is one hour, and those who fail and timeout will escape..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, "There are 272 weapon refiners who have registered for this competition. Due to the limited venue, we will divide them into three groups. The first group is No. 1 to No. 91, the second group is No. 92 to No. 183, and the third group is No. 184 to No. 272. Please stay in the first group to compete in the first event, and the other participants will first retreat to the observation area to rest."

Iwara came to the No. 4 forging platform and watched three young men standing on the three forging platforms in the first row, and swept them through them with their mind power.

In just a moment, my physical strength and spiritual power level were already clear. I couldn't help but look at Yun'er, who was on the side of the No. 5 forging platform, smiled slightly, and sent a voice transmission: "We will join forces to win the championship and runner-up in this competition!"

Yun'er smiled at each other and threw a charming look at him, "Well, come on!!!"
Chapter completed!