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The two sets of competitions were held at the same time, but the scenes were completely different.

Mr. Huo and the horse-faced man looked at each other and roughly guessed that the level of the opponent's weapon was similar to his own, and the two were also at the same level of weapon master.

In this case, the difference between victory and defeat is likely to depend on the length of time.

As a result, the two acted quickly from the beginning, trying desperately to gain time.

But the two young disciples Shangguan Xun and Yan Ruwen are different.

The two people moved in an orderly manner, looked calm and unhurried, and looked very mature.

Yan Ruwen seemed calm, but in fact he was under great pressure. His father didn't tell him anything about the game last night and just told him to have a good rest. However, he knew clearly how serious the situation was.

The Yan family is three to two, only one point more than the Shangguan family. And the horse-faced man who appeared out of thin air didn't know the details. If Uncle Huo loses, then the two sides will draw again.

When the time comes, the battle between himself and Shangguan Xun will determine the fate of the family.

Should we take desperate risks, or should we win safely?

Mr. Yan did not make up his mind for his son. Yan Ruwen was not only his son, but also the best son of the family. He was very likely to take on the responsibility of the entire family in the future, so he would have to endure more hardships.

In the end, Yan Ruwen decided to give it a try and chose to refine the Jiaojin Soft Sword with twenty-two levels of restrictions.

After the decision was made, Yan Ruwen began to refine the materials and carve runes, and never looked at Shangguan Xun again.

Shangguan Xun was also minding his own business and did not go to see Yan Ruwen.

Ye Wuji on the stage praised, "Sure enough, there are many talents in Sichuan, and these two sons will have great potential in the future."

The ancestor of the Mo family said politely, "Doctor Ye is so complimentary. There are so many people like this in Hulumen!"

Ye Wuji said with a smile: "If everyone in my sect can be like these two young masters, then the Hulu Sect will be in trouble."

Two and a half hours later, there was a "ding" sound on the field, but Mr. Huo was the first to make the weapon. A deacon disciple came over, put away his magic weapon, and brought it to the stage.

He was the first of the four to succeed, and all nine referees gathered around him.

The ancestor of the Mo family beckoned: "Two heads of the family, please come and take a look."

Shangguan Wen and Mr. Yan came over in response.

Ye Wuji was the first to pick up the magic weapon, read it once, nodded and said, "Twenty levels of restrictions, completed weapon, intermediate level, two and a half hours, very good."

Several other people read it and all had no objections.

Mr. Yan was relieved. He knew that the further people went to fight, the greater the pressure would be.

In the last two ceremonies of the past mountain sacrificial ceremonies, there were even fifth-grade weapon refiners who refined useless weapons.

Mr. Huo has seen the world and withstood the pressure. Now even if the horse-faced man succeeds, he will lose time.

Shangguan Wenhe also looked at it and put down the magic weapon.

The ancestor of the Mo family asked: "Master Shangguan family, do you have any objections?"

Shangguan Wenhe answered simply, "No."

After another tea session, the horse-faced man's magical instrument also took shape, and a deacon disciple presented it to the table.

This magical weapon seemed to be a knife, but with the head of a python and the tail of a bird, it also looked a bit like an arrow. The first referee to get the magical weapon didn't know what it was, and was a little embarrassed.

Gu Haoyang took it, looked at it, and said, "This object is neither a knife nor an arrow, but a kind of hook. It's called the mountain god hook. It has the head of a dragon and the body of a bird. It is the mountain god worshiped by some island tribes in the East China Sea."

Mei Jianhe smiled and said: "Hook weapon? I am so ignorant that I have never heard of it."

The ancestor of the Mo family smiled slightly, "Clan Leader Mei concentrates on swordsmanship and naturally doesn't pay much attention to some side things.

The hook is a tool used by island mages to pick items.

Although there are many rare treasures in the jungle or deep sea on the island, most of them are guarded by powerful monsters. These monsters are very sensitive to human aura, and even the use of invisibility will not help.

So the cultivation sect on the island refined this kind of hook weapon, which can break through the air, move away, and pick up objects with a speed as fast as the wind. "

Mei Jianhe suddenly said, "So that's it! No wonder it has the head of a python and the tail of a bird. It turns out it's also to confuse monsters."

He turned the mountain god hook over and over to look at it several times, "This object should also be in the 20th level of prohibition, and its grade seems to be mid-level."

The Jiu Taoist next to him shook his head, "No! The quality of the hook depends not only on the material, but also on its efficacy."

He directly grabbed the mountain god hook from Mei Jianhe's hand, stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the sound was like hitting wood, "Very good, no metal sound."

Immediately afterwards, he took out a colorful Qin Ji from the pet bag on his waist and placed it on the case.

Jiu Taoist spit out his magic power, and the mountain god hook flew up silently, turned into a crow, and quietly approached the Qin Ji.

This Qin Jile was only a first-level monster, and had not yet developed its spiritual intelligence. It was very timid, and when it saw a crow suddenly appeared, it hurriedly spread its wings and flew up.

It circled twice around the crow, making a chirping sound in its mouth, and the bird also chirped and cooed.

Qin Ji folded his wings and landed again. Let the bird fly around in front of you.

The ancestor of the Mo family was a little moved, "This hook can actually imitate the breath of a demon bird, making it look like the real one."

Some people said disapprovingly: "It's just a trick to fool a stupid bird without intelligence, it's nothing."

This is a referee who has good relations with the Yan family.

Someone said: "It doesn't count? Brother, you are really kidding me. Although monsters and monsters have no intelligence, their sense of smell and hearing are very sharp. If they are not of their own species, it is difficult to hide it. This thing can deceive monsters and birds. How about picking items?" Its effectiveness suddenly increased countless times, and it can be called a divine thing."

This is a referee who has good relations with the Shangguan family.

The previous person immediately retorted: "Divine object? You mean this object is comparable to the legendary ten divine artifacts? My God, someone has refined it, what else can it be compared to except divine artifacts!"

The judges quarreled, some said "It is rare to see, it can be called a top-grade product", and some said "It is a low-level skill of the Dongyi people, not worth mentioning."

The ancestor of the Mo family did not speak, and asked Gu Haoyang: "Gu Daoyou, what is your opinion?"

Gu Haoyang said lightly: "The reason why this object can deceive the spirit bird of Daoyou Jiudao is not because of the material, but because the person who refined it fused a trace of his own blood into the magic weapon.

I have traveled in the East China Sea, where there are many islands and many strange people. Among them, there are many tribes where demons and humans live together, living together for generations and intermarrying with each other.

I guess that Mr. Leng should also have the blood of the demon race, so this magic weapon has such an effect. The head of the Shangguan family is very capable, and found such a strange person Come to help. "

Shangguan Wenhe clasped his fists and said: "Thank you! Thank you! I have always heard that Fellow Daoist Gu is quick-witted and knowledgeable.

Today, I saw that he is indeed worthy of his reputation. He only took a look at the magic weapon and explained Mr. Leng's origins clearly. He is worthy of being a Qingli swordsman. Wenhe admires him! "

The ancestor of the Mo family said: "Fellow Daoist Gu, what is your opinion..."

Gu Haoyang said: "The material of this mountain god hook is indeed only medium-grade, but because it is mixed with the blood of the demon clan, it can be called top-grade in terms of efficacy."

The ancestor of the Mo family cast his eyes on Ye Wuji and Jiu Wendao, and the two of them slowly nodded.

Shangguan Wenhe's tense face relaxed at once, and the face of Master Yan Er suddenly became gloomy.

The ancestor of the Mo family said slowly: "When we evaluate magic weapons, we originally prioritize their functions. The Mountain God Hook uses blood, which is not a fixed pattern, but it is indeed more effective.

Five of the nine referees think that this item is top-grade. So the Shangguan family won this round. Master Yan, what do you think?"

Second Master Yan's face changed drastically. The ancestor of the Mo family is the leader of the 18th family and has a very high prestige. Since he has spoken, it is a final conclusion. He calmed down and said, "Junior has no opinion."

The ancestor of the Mo family said: "Since there is no opinion, the two sides will tie again. The winner will depend on the next two games."

At this time, there was still a quarter of an hour before the end, and suddenly there was a "ding" sound.

"Someone has succeeded!"

The solemn look in Yan Ruwen's eyes finally eased, and he silently said in his heart, "It's done! It's done! May the ancestors bless you!"

It's not difficult to refine a soft sword with twenty-two restrictions on a normal day, but it is difficult to refine it within three hours. In such a short time, it must be a top-grade weapon. In Yan Ruwen's hundreds of tests, he has only succeeded three times.

Under heavy pressure today, he abandoned all distractions and actually did it.

He raised his head and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The magic weapon has been placed on the stage, and the judges have whispered in surprise.

Master Yan nodded to his son in the audience, his eyes full of relief.

On the other hand, Shangguan Xun's dark face was covered with sweat, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to have encountered trouble.

Everyone saw that his refining had reached the most critical period. This boy should also take a risk. If he fails, it is very likely to be a useless weapon.

Although Shangguan Xun was sweating profusely, his movements did not show any panic.

There was complete silence on and off the stage. The ancestor of the Mo family turned around and asked, "How much longer?"