Chapter 453 Officially begins

Chapter 453 Officially begins

Chapter 453 Officially begins

Not long after, Xu Mang, a disciple of Jingyang Palace, which ranked eighth in the weapon refining world, also extinguished the three-colored flames and stood out.

Following that, Huang Chunzhu, a disciple of Fu Minggu, who was ranked ninth in the weapon refining world, also extinguished the three-colored flames and went to the center of the venue to seek judgment.

These two sects did not chase after Shi Chun in the Divine Fire Domain like other sects did. Instead, they focused on doing their own things and achieved some small results thanks to the experience accumulated through their sect's inheritance.

Of course, it's not that I didn't pursue the secret method, nor was it that I didn't want to. It was because after entering the Divine Fire Realm, I ran far away based on the inherited experience, away from the public. By the time I found out about it, it was too late.

Knowing the news late is not necessarily a bad thing. Good fortune and bad fortune go hand in hand. Yan Chunlai, the seventh-ranked disciple of Dongxiao Island, only got two divine fires, and Duda, the tenth-ranked disciple of Luoyan Mountain, only got one divine fire. These two families put down their work and wasted their time chasing after Shi Chun.

Therefore, the two of them were extremely exhausted in the competition at this time. How could a sect ranked in the top ten be defeated by a group of people ranked lower in the first round of competition? Although they knew that they had no hope in the second round, it was precisely because they knew that they would not be able to perform well in the second round that they could not appear inferior in the first round.

So these two people really fought hard.

Yan Chunlai from Dongxiao Island finished the work almost right after Huang Chunzhu from Fuming Valley, and walked out of the line quickly with his chest heaving.

"it is good!"

"Well done, Senior Brother Yan!"

The disciples of Dongxiao Island in the audience cheered and applauded because Yan Chunlai's speed in refining the two divine fires could catch up with Huang Chunzhu's.

However, the expressions of the Dongxiao Island's top leaders were solemn. They realized that Yan Chunlai was fighting too hard, which was wasting his energy for the next round of competition, which was extremely disadvantageous to the next round of competition. But they also understood Yan Chunlai's thoughts.

Because of the wrong decision he made when leading the team in the Divine Fire Domain, his disciple Yan Chunlai is fighting for his life this time.

The same situation also happened to Duda, a disciple of Luoyan Mountain. After extinguishing the fire, Duda went to the Judgment Ground to report, breathing heavily, and heaved a sigh of relief.

At this point, the leading figures among the ten major sects who were participating in the competition have basically all qualified.

The only one who could get in the front and qualify was Tong Mingshan.

A considerable number of those who qualified later were also disciples from other ten major sects, such as Yuan Yao and Pang Hou from Shudao Mountain.

Among the disciples from other sects after the ten major sects, it is basically impossible to find anyone who has absorbed more than one divine fire.

The reason for the gap is that the accumulation of sect experience is the key, and there is not much room for luck.

Of course, the bigger reason this time was greed and desire. Many sects wanted to get the most out of their group, so they followed Shi Chun and his gang and wasted a lot of time.

A stick of incense has burned to the end, but some people still refuse to give up and try their best to smelt it.

Seeing this, Wu Jinliang strolled over to the nearby sect and asked, "In this competition, it seems that only the winner gets the prize, and the others are just supporting roles. The reality is right in front of us, why are these people still not giving up and wasting their energy?"

The man nearby replied, "That's not what I said. Let me tell you this. No sect has unlimited resources. Not everyone can get a lot of resources to practice with. The thirty-six kinds of divine fire have different properties. Not all of them are suitable for the main practice with the fire-based skills you practice. Some properties are only suitable for the main practice, that is, auxiliary practice. There are also factors that vary from person to person.

Those who can pass the first round mean that they can take care of both the main and auxiliary, and at least the sect will be willing to invest resources to train them. Those who cannot pass the first round are questionable. In addition, the competition only takes place once every two or three hundred years, and almost all the sects in the entire refining world are watching. After passing the first round of screening, they have already made a name for themselves in the refining world. If they can rank high in the second round of the competition, they will be well-known in the refining world. For insiders, the competition in the refining world is fierce, and being able to stand out is more important than any reward. For outsiders, for things of the same level, they would rather spend more money to find a famous master to refine them. "

Wu Jinliang said "oh", and after hearing this, he understood that it was all for fame and fortune.

Although the contestants tried their best to qualify, as the incense stick burned out, regrettable things still happened. Among the 130 or so people, only 52 qualified in the first round, and about 80 people died in public.

Some people feel that they are just a little short and just need a little more time, but the reality is so cruel. When the presiding elder of the Lihuo Sect shouts "The first round of competition is over", everything before their eyes is really over. No matter how stubborn they are, it is useless.

Some people looked up to the sky and sighed, while others shed tears on the spot.

Regardless of whether they were willing to accept it or not, they were asked to leave the competition venue.

Even Shi Chun could not help sighing as he watched. From his perspective as a cultivator, being able to cast a spell and refine steel with bare hands was already very difficult.

After the live competition was paused, the audience around felt that they could breathe a lot easier. Before, when more than a hundred people were casting divine fire together, the air felt thin and difficult to breathe. If they were not cultivators, they would definitely not be able to bear it and might even faint.

In the center of the venue, the person presiding over the competition brought out an iron plate with a hundred equal grids and placed it flat on the ground.

Then the supervisors sent by the ten major sects came on stage together, and together they cast spells to push out flames of various colors, pushing the metals smelted by the disciples of various sects that had just been gathered into the air again for smelting and purification.

After removing some impurities again and meeting the requirements, the molten iron slowly fell and flowed into the hundreds of grids on the iron plate, overflowing.

Someone held a ruler and swept it across the grid to remove the overflow. Then someone else swept a light blue flame across the grid, and the red molten iron instantly cooled and turned black.

The iron plate was lifted up, turned upside down on a table and knocked. Hundreds of square iron lumps fell down on the spot, each of which was only the size of a fist.

Then, in full view of the crowd, he mixed hundreds of iron lumps together, frying them into a pile like cooking, messing up the food. After the people at the table moved away, the presiding elder Fang said loudly: "The second round of contestants, come and get the refining materials, one piece each."

The only fifty-two people left on the field immediately gathered towards the items on the table.

They were searched twice before receiving their items and were not allowed to carry any refining materials or storage devices.

At the same time, the Lihuo Sect disciples who were tidying up the scene quickly rearranged the positions of the fifty-two contestants at equal distances.

After receiving a piece of iron, the contestants each choose a new position to stand on a first-come, first-served basis. The person at the back has no choice and can stand in whichever position is left.

With about eighty people missing, the distance between the remaining contestants became much larger.

After all 52 contestants were in place, the presiding elder looked around the scene and waited for a while. Seeing that no one raised any objections, he took out a stick of incense. This stick of incense was much larger than the previous ones and could burn for an hour.

Maybe it may not be that accurate, but it doesn’t matter. The time given to the 52 refiners is the same, so a slight difference is not important.

As the presiding elder lit the incense stick and slowly walked towards the incense burner, even Shi Chun subconsciously tensed his nerves, knowing that the real competition had just begun, and the previous period was just to make room for the real contestants.

It was about whether he could get the three precious treasures. Facing this competition over which he had no control, he felt somewhat nervous.

On second thought, Tong Mingshan's talent and skills in refining equipment are quite different from those of the disciples of the big sects, but after all, he has absorbed twenty-six divine fires. As the saying goes, if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. With such a complete set of "tools" to help, there is no reason why he can't get first place.

He didn't know why he was worried. When he was thinking about the reason, his eyes fell on Li Hongjiu who was present. His gaze froze slightly, and he finally knew the source of his uneasiness. He also remembered the ability Li Hongjiu released to suppress Luo Shengsheng's arrogant words.

If someone else said this, he might treat it as nonsense, but he had experienced this kind of thing called Li Hongjiu. He had experienced it before. He was really fucking weird. He still remembered the terrifying scene of thunder all over the sky. His high martial arts level was enough to make even a fifth-grade magic weapon unable to withstand it, and even the immobilization talisman could not hold him back.

Also, it was very obvious in the Earth's Core Tower that this grandson didn't seem to be interested in the sacred fire. I don't know if he was pretending or what.

However, it is possible that this grandson is indeed talking nonsense and spouting lies. He has experienced this before and is definitely an outlier in the famous sect.

But for him, who was born in a land of exile, he was very sensitive to crisis and it was hard for him not to be alert when he realized something.

However, no matter how vigilant we are, it will not help at the moment.

After a moment's thought, he suddenly opened his voice and shouted, "Brother Jiu, I believe you can definitely win the championship. No one else is worthy of carrying your shoes!"

Because he figured it out, no matter whether Tong Mingshan or Li Hongjiu won the championship, it would not prevent him from selling Li Hongjiu well in advance, and he wanted to sell it in front of everyone.

They must become iron brothers, because he currently cannot find another person who can emit that shocking thunder sword to help him improve his cultivation.

No matter how many difficulties and setbacks the future holds, Li Hongjiu has decided to be his brother and will never leave him. No one can separate them.

He also hoped to repeatedly remind the disciples of Yanbao Sect that he was Li Hongjiu's brother, and that they should not stop him when he went to Yanbao Sect to find Li Hongjiu in the future.

A shocking remark suddenly came out of the solemn atmosphere at the scene, and everyone present stared in that direction.

Holding the iron lump in hand, Li Hongjiu was determined to play for real this time and show his real skills. He was already preparing to sprint against time, but he turned around and saw Shi Chun.

Shi Chun waved to him vigorously, as if to say, "I'm here."

Although the slight smile on Li Hongjiu's face seemed forced, Shi Chun didn't care. As long as Li Hongjiu didn't deny it on the spot, it would be an admission, and nothing else mattered.

Everyone in Bailian Sect turned their heads and looked at Shi Chun with surprise in their eyes. How could he be so unworthy of carrying Li Hongjiu's shoes? This was actually belittling their own sect leader.

This is the reason why other sects have realized that the relationship between Shi Chun and Li Hongjiu is not simple.

Someone whispered to the others, "Didn't they say that Li Hongjiu was chasing Shi Chun in the Divine Fire Region?"

Young Master Nan on the mountainside sat up straight and looked at it, wondering what was going on. Did he hear it right?
Mulan in the pavilion on the top of the mountain also stared into the valley in surprise.

Tong Mingshan, who was holding the iron lump in the field, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Wu Jinliang chuckled and told the people beside him as if joking, "You just told me to shut up!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his arms and shouted, "Master, please come!"

As a result, no one agreed this time. Chu Jingtang and others all shrank their necks. After all, it was not easy to go against the boss.

(End of this chapter)