Chapter 792 Changes in the Black Iron

As if feeling something, the Xingyue Sword on the sword stand made a "humming" trembling sound.

The spirituality of the holy artifact is stronger than that of the profound artifact. Even though Ye Yuan has changed his face now, he still recognizes the former owner.

Ye Yuan smiled slightly and took the Xingyue Sword in his hand.

Gathering together again, Ye Yuan felt a burst of sourness in his heart.

Xingyuejian had been with him for two hundred years, but compared with Wuji Ding, Xingyuejian would be left out by him too much.

Seeing Xingyuejian again at this time, Ye Yuan actually had an indescribable sense of intimacy. The scenes from the past rolled around in Ye Yuan's mind, as if it were just yesterday.

"Old man, let's work together to return to the peak, proud of God's Domain!"

The haze on Ye Yuan's body was swept away, replaced by unwavering determination.

The Xingyue Sword let out bursts of soft humming sounds, apparently responding to Ye Yuan's heroic declaration.

Ye Yuan checked the Xingyue Sword and found that it was indeed severely damaged. He didn't have much achievements in the art of refining, and if he wanted the Xingyue Sword to return to its peak state, he still had to find a refining master.

However, even if the damage was so severe, the Xingyue Sword was more than one grade higher than the Xuan Yingjian.

Moreover, Ye Yuan's familiarity with the Xingyue Sword is simply not comparable to other weapons.

The Falling Flowers and Floating Sword was created by Ye Yuan with the Xingyue Sword.

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Back at his residence, Ye Yuan immediately chose to retreat.

The residence is provided by the Holy Land, and the guards are strictly guarded. Ye Yuan is not worried that someone will covet his Xingyue Sword.

With a thought, Ye Yuan entered the Haotian Tower.

The black iron block was quietly suspended in front of Ye Yuan, Ye Yuan's consciousness swept towards the black iron block, and the golden words in the sea of ​​consciousness really responded.

Before Ye Yuan was just a touch and go, he didn't have any serious feelings.

At this moment, I realized it carefully and found that the movement of the golden text was not as strong as he imagined.

"Well... it seems to be a resonance, but what exactly is this resonance? Other than that, there seems to be nothing special about the black iron block at all."

After feeling the effort for a while, Ye Yuan was also quite frustrated. Because the effect of this black iron block does not seem to be as big as imagined.

Could it be that these millions of Earth Primordial Crystals have really gone to waste?

Of course Ye Yuan wouldn't be reconciled. After so long, he finally had the opportunity to explore the mysteries of golden letters. How could he be willing to lose it?

"Since there is no response, I will refine you! I want to see what you are!"

However, the refining process was not as simple as Ye Yuan imagined.

This black iron block is obviously not of ordinary quality, Ye Yuan spent a whole day, and only one tenth of it was refined.

According to this progress, before the competition starts, don't even think about refining it.

However, Ye Yuan was not short of patience. The next day, he refined another tenth of it, but the black iron block still did not respond.

On the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day, the black iron block finally changed a little!

This change made Ye Yuan ecstatic!

On the fifth day, Ye Yuan had already refined nearly half of the progress. On the black iron block, a piece fell off, and a golden yellow color appeared!

This golden yellow looks like some kind of stroke. Ye Yuan compared the golden words in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and found that there were many words that matched the strokes.

"Could it be that this kind of golden text is recorded on this black iron block? I didn't notice it before, but now it seems that this black iron block looks like a shard of a furnace! Could it be... this is a god-level powerhouse? The medicine cauldron fragments?" Ye Yuan boldly guessed.

On the sixth day, the Pre-Saint Son Selection Contest is finally about to begin!

The competition system of the finals is very exaggerated, but it is also a test of real strength.

Sixty players are numbered 1 to 60, and there will be three rounds of duel every day. Each duel will have different opponents until you have finished dueling all opponents!

That is, everyone will be playing against fifty-nine other players!

In the end, according to the number of games won, to decide the attribution of the ranking!

The finals will last for twenty days.

In such a competition system, there is no room for speculation, and players must go all out for each game in order to obtain a better ranking.

When Pei Wenqiang saw Ye Yuan, the smile on his face was extremely strange.

"I heard that you let that stinky boy from the Wu family eat a big slump, haha, it's really heart-warming, I saw that boy was upset! When I think of Wu Jianqing's horse face, I can't say how happy I am! That kid Wu Jiantong doesn't know that you have a golden token, yet he dares to question you, hahaha, I'm really laughing to death."

Pei Wenqiang had seen Ye Yuan's golden token, and he was quite frightened at the time.

This thing is simply not something that can be measured by the earth element crystal. It is ridiculous that Wu Jiantong dares to question Ye Yuan's ability to pay.

He deserves to be deflated!

Ye Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense, is our number down yet?"

Pei Wenqiang didn't mind, and said with a smile, "Come out, you are number seven. Tang Fan is number twenty-three, and Mu Yun is number fifty-one."

This number is drawn at random, and it doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. Anyway, no matter what, they and every opponent will run into each other.

And in this finals, everyone is not mediocre, it seems that it doesn't matter who the opponent is.

"No. 7, it seems to be not bad. In which game will I meet that Nalanchu?" Ye Yuan asked.

"Hey, I've already seen this for you, and we won't meet you until the forty-second game. But don't take it lightly. Before him, there are several strong players, you should pay attention." Pei Wenqiang seems to have known Ye Yuan long ago. idea, reminded.

Ye Yuan nodded, not paying attention to this.

After meeting with Tang Fan, Muyun and others, the group gathered in Chixia Square.

Chixia Square is located in the central area of ​​the Holy Land and covers an extremely wide area.

This selection competition is an unprecedented event in the Chixia Holy Land, and it is also a stage for the major families of the Holy Land to wrestle in secret, so it has naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Elder, what is the significance of the Holy Master holding this selection competition this time? In my opinion, Nalan Chu is definitely the first place. Is there any need for such a competition?"

"The experts in the Taoist realm have been able to spy on the secrets of the heavens. How can we guess the mind of the Holy Master? Nalanchu is indeed a rare genius in the Holy Land for thousands of years, but to say it is definitely number one, I am I can't agree. In this competition, a lot of interesting little guys have been selected!"

"Impossible? Nalanchu's strength is well-deserved number one in the Holy Land, and that is Wu Jiantong, who is a lot worse than him. How could anyone from other divisions be able to compete with him?"

"Hey, you look good!"

The competition has not yet started, but the elders of Chixia Holy Land are full of confidence in this competition.