Douluo's personal pendant

"You will get a 20-minute break. You can choose to go back to the lounge to rest or stay where you are."

"Twenty minutes later, you will enter the second stage of the game. You need to smelt your own expert weapons from the iron blocks you previously refined. Knives, guns, halberds, axes, hooks, shields, and armors are all up to you to decide."

"You have two hours to forge your own weapons."

"After that, you will get a rest time for a while, you will get the most elaborate and exciting part of the whole game, that is, the soul!!!"

The host roared, although the audience may not know what the spirit is, and even some contestants are at a loss, but this does not affect the cheers of the audience.

"Ah ah ah ah ah."

After waiting for the audience to call, the male host sat back, and the female host stood up.

"After you have passed the six hours of soul-attaching your weapons, you have the most tragic confrontation with the perfect weapon in your hand, you, yourself, hand, holding, weapon, attack, selected, opponent , Yes, weapons. Whoever breaks the weapon first will lose. The winner will enter the next round of confrontation until the last round."

When the hostess finished her heart-piercing shout, the audience also shouted and cheered, but the contestants were not right. Some people shouted: "This is not fair. Isn't it ironmaking? How can there be souls? Lao Tzu has never heard of possessing souls."

Someone also said: "Yes, and what it is to hold a weapon to fight against, where is the strength to fight against after training."

However, these raucous voices were covered by the cheers of the audience.

Tang Fei quietly watched everything around him, desperate players, dazed players, players holding their heads in pain, excited players, calm players, nervous and sweaty players, and in the audience holding his girlfriend. People shouting with a grin, shouting with the child on their neck, and shaking the things in their hands frantically, all of them are so crazy, Ruci makes people excited, making Tang Fei a little bit excited.

When the audience's voice gradually became weak, Tang Fei thought that the game was about to start, and was about to take out the stove, hammer and other iron tools from the space ring.

Only when the hostess continued to shout, the voice was even a little broken, and the intonation was frantically excited: "Then let us welcome."

With this, hundreds of thousands of people in the audience shouted out for her in unison: "Young Master Qingxu~~"

Accompanied by the shouts of the audience.Tang Fei felt a loud noise in the air. When Tang Fei raised his head, colorful ribbons fell from the air. With the ribbons falling, one face was like a crown jade, his lips were fat, his skin was fat, his body was slender, and he was wearing a blue robe with long hair. Casually draped on his shoulders, the young man holding a white oiled paper umbrella fell from the sky and landed on a clearing.

When he appeared, the mood of the audience seemed to have reached its climax at this moment. Fanatic fans were all lying on the railing, screaming and screaming.

"Ahhhh, son Qingxu, I want to have a monkey with you."

"Ahhh, son Qingxu, I want to be your woman, and I want to marry you."

"Ahhhh, son Qingxu, kiss me, uh, uh, uh."

The audience at the scene lost control and wanted to see the best things in the world. They shouted one by one. Tang Fei was not someone who had never seen the market. He had seen this kind of scene on TV in his previous life. What he can't bear is that a sturdy body sweating profusely, wearing extremely unfit leather shorts, full of scum, and thick hair on his body, a person with legs as thick as a millimeter can become a contestant. The contestant, still shouting "Young Master Qing Xu, Mom loves you."

After rushing to the young man, he rushed over. If the guards were not for the quick eyes and hands, and seeing that the Xuzizi was about to be flattened, he would drag the abnormality from the air, otherwise the happy scene would happen.

Facing the enthusiastic audience, and the fact that he was almost attacked, Young Master Qing Xu was very indifferent. He half-squinted, raised his head slightly, put away the umbrella in his hand and threw it to the waiting soldier, and scanned the audience. To the three referees sitting there, the tone was flat, like ordinary words, and commanded: "It's time to start."

As if hearing the imperial decree, the three referees simultaneously picked up the golden hammer on the plate held by the maid beside them, and rang the golden bell. The clear bell was not covered by the voice of the audience, but reached the ears of every contestant. Zheng

As the bell rang, Tang Fei, who just happened to be behind the Qingxu Master, saw the light film suddenly rise. Turning around, the token under his feet was gone, and the surrounding area was covered by five light films. , Everything was isolated by the light film. This space seemed to be abandoned, leaving him alone.

Tang Fei closed his mind, and the moment the light film rose, the host and hostess on the host stage stood up and shouted, "The refining competition officially begins."

The audience broke out again, but Tang Fei couldn't hear him at this time.

Chapter 18 Refining Competition (4)

The game had begun. Tang Fei took out the things he needed from the space ring. The space inside was indeed quite large, and a lot of tools were placed on the ground without appearing crowded.

Tang Fei set things up, stood up and looked around for the next four weeks, just like a candidate entering the college entrance examination room for the first time, with no experience at all, and finally wanted to find someone as nervous as himself so that his nervousness could be relieved.

When the mask separated the stage of the competition, some people could not wait to start their hands. Some players, like Tang Fei, needed ironing tools to strike iron, but they didn’t have the space to ring and hurriedly wanted to ask the staff for ironing. However, no matter how they shouted, the staff were indifferent. Obviously, outside voices could not enter, and the inside voices could not be heard.

Of course, these people are only part of them. Where Tang Fei's eyes can see, some people call out martial souls. They are furnaces of different shapes, and their soul power cultivation levels are also uneven, but almost all of them are in the Soul Sovereign and Soul Sect. Between the rows, they placed the Wuhun stove on the ground, and took out pieces of ore that exuded various strange rays from the backpacks behind them.

Part of Rao Wuhun is an iron hammer. They have been carrying a big iron pier from the beginning. They put the iron pier on the ground. They also took out pieces of strange-shaped ore from the package, and vigorously wielded the Wuhun hammer and beat the iron. mine.

Even Tang Fei saw a person holding the iron ore in his hands, the whole person had become a gorilla, his hands were constantly rubbing the iron ore, the iron ore really changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In short, the participating players are almost prepared, each showing their magical powers, trying to get all the ore they need in one hour.

Most of the people are in a hurry, and there are also people who are calmly hitting the iron, but their ever-increasing hands and constantly oozing sweat show that their hearts are obviously not as calm as they are on the surface. Almost all the contestants on the scene are working hard. There are only four exceptions for work.

The male host on the platform exclaimed: "Audience friends, as the game begins, the players have started to work closely with their own work, but we can see that there are still four players still on the scene. In the wait and see, it seems very confident."

"Let me introduce these four foreign players to you."

"First of all, there is no need to introduce too much Young Master Qingxu. Everyone knows that he has shined in previous competitions, and is even called the strongest forging furnace in the history of the Douluo Continent by many veterans in the forging industry. Yanlu, because Wuhun is too powerful, in order to consider the contestants of the same year, our Qingxu Master will give his opponent half an hour to ensure the fairness of the event."

Listening to the host Rao's introduction, the audience screamed and looked at the venue. Young Master Qingxu was squinting his eyes. He did not know when he took out a paper fan in his hand, and gently fanned it to blow his own mess. Hair, seeing him look like Xianrao in the painting, the audience on the scene broke out again and wanted to give birth to a monkey.

"The second one has to be mentioned. He is known as the King of Iron Smelting, the owner of the Diamond Vajra Martial Spirit, and Bald Regis~~"

The audience looked in the direction of the host’s fingers. A sturdy bald man with a naked upper body was holding his arms and closing his eyes. His whole body was full of muscles, and even his face was sharp. The gazes of the audience, he opened his eyes, a fierce gaze shot out from his round pupils, and the audience he saw turned their heads subconsciously. At the moment they were seen, they seemed to be swayed by a beast. On average.

"People who don’t know this contestant may not know that he has been staring at Young Master Qingxu since the first ironmaking competition held in Wuhun City. As long as it is the competition in which Young Master Qingxu participates, he will never fail, but Unfortunately, but so far, he has not won once."

The host introduced the identity of the bald head, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"How can this kind of ugly monsters have won Young Master Qingxu, and Young Master Qingxu will win."

"Yes, yes."

If it weren't for the bald-headed man to hear the outside sound, then he would probably have liver pain with anger.

The hostess waited for the voice of the audience to slowly change before she said: "There is also a legendary foundry from the Star Dou Empire, the old man with iron bones."

People saw that an old man with a short white beard and a gray cloth wrapped around his head was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Why are the people of the Star Dou Empire here? Are they going to start a war again? Is Notting City the target this time? Let's run."

Obviously, the Star Empire is not very good in people's impressions.

The mood of the audience suddenly became tense, and some people were even preparing to get up and flee the scene. The hostess had a long mouth but didn't know how to speak to maintain the atmosphere of the scene. She looked at the host in a panic, and the host silently drank his saliva. He stood up and shouted with a loud voice overshadowing all the noise on the scene: "Next, we need to introduce Rongzhong."

The voice of the male host stunned the audience. They looked along the direction the male host was pointing to. A slender blond, blue-eyed, handsome facial features, plainly dressed young man Lang Zhen stood in front of the blacksmith's furnace and looked around. Looks dazed.

"Wow, so handsome, it doesn't seem to be inferior to Young Master Qing Xu."

"Huh, how could it be possible? Young Master Qingxu is definitely better than him. Seeing him like that, he must be a vase. Young Master Qingxu has a lot of strength."

"Let me tell you the truth, this young man is indeed not inferior to Young Master Qing, but he seems to have participated in this kind of competition for the first time."

Just as the audience was whispering and discussing, the male host’s loud voice rang again.

"This young man was known as the god of blacksmiths back then. It was said that he was a disciple of Liu Yang, the god of blacksmiths, who was able to forge the ultimate in pure iron. Although he participated in the competition for the first time, his master was an unparalleled expert in the casting industry. , How could his strength as that kind of existence be worse, let us wait and see, these four strong men who have not yet started, already other casting masters have brought us wonderful matches."

With the passionate shouts of the male host, the audience also burst into strong cheers for the face.

On the podium, after the male host returned, the female host quietly approached him and thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Wang, I didn't know what to do just now. If you didn't save the field, I'm afraid the audience."