As time passed, monks continued to refine flying swords and stopped moving.
But there are still many monks who are still working in a hurry, with sweat dripping from their foreheads, and they are racing against time to refine it.
But time waits for no one, and soon, two hours passed quietly.
"time up!"
The golden elixir monk flew into the air on time, looked around, and shouted loudly:
"Contestants who have not completed refining should leave the Chengqi Valley immediately!"
The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the contestants on the field. Many monks who did not complete the refining due to mistakes were even more grieved. Some even fell to their knees and cried bitterly.
But they could not allow them to delay. As soon as the Golden Pill monk finished speaking, several black-robed disciples immediately came out, either persuading or talking, and drove away more than sixty eliminated monks.
There were less than seventy monks left in the field.
But as everyone knows, successful refining does not count as passing the first round of competition, but also needs to be tested. The flying sword must meet the quality requirements before it can pass this round.
"I told you I was right about him! This guy can really make it! He's really awesome!"
He Zuo looked excited. He pointed at Xiao Jing on the ring and said loudly.
Bai Qingzhou followed what he expected and saw that Xiao Jing was sweating profusely and his body was still shaking. He was obviously exhausted.
And his palms were peeling and bleeding. It was obvious that he had tried his best during the two hours of refining.
"Why are you excited? The flying sword still needs to be tested..." He Li poured a basin of cold water on it.
"Humph! He can definitely do it!" He Zuo said confidently, raising his head.
Without letting the audience wait any longer, the Jindan monk immediately shouted loudly:
"Now, three weapon refiners from our White Light Society will come to test the quality of the flying swords. Those that they all agree are not up to standard will still be eliminated!"
The golden elixir monk waved his hand, and all the refined flying swords in the field flew in front of him, floating quietly in the air.
"Of course, in order to ensure fairness and impartiality, they did not watch the refining process! They don't know who refined which flying sword... Okay! Inform them to come down!"
The last words were said to the black-robed disciple outside the light curtain.
"yes!"
The disciple quickly agreed and flew out.
Not long after, three elderly monks flew in through the gap in the light curtain, came to the Golden Pill monk, and bowed respectfully.
The golden elixir monk didn't care either, but waved his hand gently to signal them to start.
The three of them took the order and looked at the flying swords floating in front of them one by one.
The place gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the three old men.
Waiting for testing together.
This waiting time made all the contestants extremely nervous, especially the monks who had bet large sums of money and stared at the three of them intently.
"You must pass..."
He Zuo was also staring at the sky, holding the wooden number plate tightly in his hand, and fine beads of sweat were already oozing out on his forehead.
But Bai Qingzhou and He Li were much more relaxed, talking and laughing about the quality of the flying sword while watching.
After all, the two flying swords they placed bets on were of excellent quality, so they were not worried at all.
Soon, the three weapon refiners finally completed the inspection.
An older weapon refiner raised his fist at the Golden Pill cultivator, then waved his hand, and a bunch of flying swords suspended in the air were immediately split into two.
Then he pointed to one of the piles and shouted:
"These flying swords are all substandard magic weapons! They are not worth using at all!"
"Wow!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene was once again in an uproar, with exclamations and noises immediately shaking the place.
Some are sad and some are happy.
Not surprisingly, both Liu Daoyuan and Li Zhujie selected by Bai Qingzhou and He Li were successfully promoted!
But Xiao Jing, who He Zuo bet on, failed to pass this level of assessment and was eliminated!
"Ah! Why can't I pass the last level? I have a hundred spiritual stones!"
He Zuo scratched his head desperately and went crazy.
Bai Qingzhou chuckled lightly, "Haha, Xiao Jing can be regarded as a genius by refining a magic weapon in two hours with his early Qi refining skills, but if he wants to ensure the quality, he may need to polish it seriously.
Okay, it’s not surprising to be eliminated now..."
"Oh! It's so difficult for me!" He Zuo sighed repeatedly.
He Li on the side said calmly: "I told you a long time ago, who told you not to listen..."
"I won't listen! I won't listen!" He Zuo quickly covered his ears and ignored him.
When Bai Qingzhou saw this, he smiled softly and then looked at the situation in the field.
More than forty people were eliminated this time, and there were only about thirty people left in the field.
In the end, those who were eliminated left in despair amid boos and abuses.
The young man named Xiao Jing also looked lonely and left in frustration.
"alright!"
The golden elixir monk shouted softly, and powerful spiritual energy instantly filled the entire place.
Immediately some monks who were very excited because of losing money quickly calmed down.
The power of the golden elixir is not something to be trifled with.
Moreover, behind this golden elixir monk, there is a Nascent Soul Ancestor, who is an even more terrifying existence, and no one dares to be presumptuous.
After the scene became a little quieter, the Jindan monk continued to shout loudly:
"The first round has ended, and there are now thirty-two people left on the field! Next is the second round of competition!"
"The rules of this competition are slightly different from those in the past. It is more simple and clear. It is to compare the attack power of the magic weapon! Within the specified time, refine a magic weapon and attack the [Seven Color Meteorite]. The attack power will be distinguished according to the color.
,The one with the highest attack power is the champion!"
Bai Qingzhou was stunned after hearing this, and immediately retrieved the function of [Seven Color Meteorite] from his mind.
[Seven Color Meteorite], a fifth-level material, is extremely hard. It is said to be an alien object from the sky. Ordinary magic weapons cannot damage it at all, and it will also reveal color according to the power of the attack. The color is divided into seven layers, namely red,
Orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple are the most advanced items used to detect attacks from magic weapons.
The words of the Jindan monk immediately caused the monks present to talk about it, and the people were excited again.
"Okay! Let's let our weapon refiner rest for half an hour first, and then prepare the materials for the weapon refinement, and let you place your bets again!"
The Jindan monk gave the order again.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone started discussing.
As for Bai Qingzhou, He Li was no exception. She turned sideways and asked softly:
"Senior brother, do we still want to place bets?"
Bai Qingzhou smiled and said, "Let's do it! Anyway, I won a bit, but I don't know how to do it."
He was not very clear about the rules. After all, there was only one champion, and now there were more than thirty monks. It was impossible to just place bets on who would lose and who would win.
"Just ask that person later."
He Li smiled slightly, she was talking about the White Light Society disciple who was responsible for accepting the bets.
Bai Qingzhou smiled and nodded, but couldn't help but look at He Zuo, who was holding his head, and asked with a smile:
"Xiao Zuo, how long will you continue to be depressed?"
"Ah?" He Zuo immediately raised his head, eyes drowsy, and said vaguely: "I'm not depressed. How could such a small thing make me depressed? I, I'm just sleepy!"
"Okay!" Bai Qingzhou chuckled and waved his hand, a spiritual stone appeared in his hand, "I'll give you another spiritual stone, let's place a bet and have fun."
"Ah! Thank you, senior brother!" He Zuo immediately stepped forward to take it in surprise.
Soon, the black-robed disciples of the White Light Society flew over slowly, and then under He Li's questioning, the three of them knew the betting rules of this round.
To put it simply, there are two ways to guess this time. The first is to guess the winner and guess who can refine the magic weapon to reach the highest power.
The second is to guess the thirty-two magic weapons, the number of color areas each can reach, etc. There are single-choice and multi-choice, there are many styles, and the odds are also very different.
After learning the rules, He Li thought for a moment and used all the six spirit stones he won to buy the guessing champion, and the candidate was Li Zhujie.
And He Zuo carefully bet his piece of spiritual stone on an option with high odds:
[Seven Color Meteorite] There are six people who have reached cyan color. The odds are thirty to one.
Bai Qingzhou, after thinking for a moment, decided that it was better to give up when he saw the opportunity, and after exchanging the spirit stones, he stopped placing bets.
Soon, half an hour passed.
"Okay, time's up! I won't say any more! The second round, limited to three hours, starts now!"
The Jindan monk said straightforwardly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty-four refining masters in the field reacted very quickly and immediately started refining. For a time, the entire place was ablaze, and more than thirty refining furnaces began to refine materials.
"Ding ding!"
"Dang Dang!"
There was another loud noise on the field, and many weapon refiners began to get busy.
He was very busy controlling the temperature of the stove and adding ingredients to the flame.
This duel between masters also made many monks present watch it with great interest, and they learned the ethereal weapon refining techniques.
But just when everyone was watching mesmerized...
"boom!"
A loud noise suddenly came.
After taking a closer look, it turned out that one of the people in the field failed to refine it, and the material exploded, blowing the entire furnace to pieces.
Fortunately, the monk reacted quickly and evacuated immediately, and no injuries were caused.
But before anyone could react...
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
Because of this person's influence, many refiners present were distracted, several people failed to refine in succession, and the sound of several furnace explosions crackled in the square.
This is horrifying to watch.
But soon, several people reacted quickly, packed it up again, and refined it again.
Another round of chasing.
Three hours flew by.
The thirty-two people present all refined successful magic weapons.
After all, those who have advanced are already very good weapon refiners, and they can completely refine an offensive magic weapon in three hours.
"Okay! Now let's test all the magic weapons in front of everyone!" The monk in charge of Jindan stood in the air and shouted to everyone.
The thirty-two magic weapons are of many styles, not just swords, guns, and sticks, but also many jewelry-like magic weapons. Obviously, everyone has used their own special skills.
There is a huge black stone in the field, standing quietly, with colors shining and spiritual energy lingering at the top.
It is the [Seven Color Meteorite].
"For the sake of fairness, I will personally control all the magic weapons to test the aura attack ability! Let's start testing the first one now..."
After that, the Jindan cultivator used a broadsword. With a slight wave of his hand, the broadsword slashed towards the [Seven Color Meteorite].
"Clang!" There was a crisp sound.
The long sword struck the [Seven-Colored Meteorite], causing sparks to fly, but not even a white trace was left behind.
Although no scars were left, the color above the [Seven Color Meteorite] began to shine, and after a while, a different color was revealed.
"Yellow! Third class!"
The Jindan monk introduced him, and the monks in the audience were startled and exclaimed.
I didn't expect that this magical weapon, which looked very good, was actually only third-rate.
But the Golden elixir monk did not discuss it with them, but used another magic weapon to attack the [Seven Color Meteorite].
"Qiang!"
"Yellow! Third class!"
Then, his voice began to echo continuously in the field.
"Yellow! Third class!"
"Green! Fourth grade!"
"Yellow! Third class!"
"..."
As the power of the magic weapons was continuously tested, soon, all the magic weapons were tested.
There was no dark horse counterattack in this competition. In the end, the favorite Li Zhujie won the championship with a spear that reached the sixth level of blue power.
It was also because he won the championship that He Lixiao earned a lot of spiritual stones.
Liu Daoyuan, whom Bai Qingzhou paid attention to, refined a fifth-class cyan magic weapon and won third place.
Both of them made a small profit in this competition, but He Zuo did not make a single spiritual stone, but lost six spiritual stones. He did not guess the green color of the last six people, and the spiritual stone was also wasted.
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Finally, after the rewards were distributed, a grand weapon refining competition came to an end!
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