On the field, the competition between low-grade Tiangong was in full swing. Balls of flames were tumbling and dancing in everyone's palms, arousing bursts of howling.
Around the arena, countless monks were excited and talking about it.
"Did you see that, that is Senior Brother Zhang Yiren of our Qianyuan Tianzong? Since he became a low-grade Tiangong, he has forged many high-quality Taoist tools. His knowledge of the Taoist tools is extremely profound. You can tell from his Taoist fire. You see, ordinary low-grade Tiangong Daohuo is completely incomparable to him."
"There are many low-grade heavenly craftsmen of the Qianyuan Tianzong whose Tao fires were transformed from spiritual fires. Among them, Zhang Yiren, Sun Yingwu and Tao Yanghui are the most famous. When I saw them today, it turns out that their reputations are not publicized."
"That is Tang Huan from Huanglong Tianfu, right? What he possesses is indeed an extraordinary Taoist fire. I heard that he possesses the dual attributes of water and fire. This is indeed a rare sight in ten thousand years. However, according to rumors from Huanglong Tianfu, The news came out that he forged sixty low-grade Taoist artifacts of perfect quality in a month or so. This is a bit of a lie. No matter how powerful the low-grade Tiangong is, it is impossible to reach such a level."
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Among the competition, the most famous low-grade Tiangong was none other than Tang Huan.
The reputation of forging sixty perfect low-grade Taoist artifacts in a row made Tang Huan the center of attention at this time. The monks who paid attention to him far exceeded others. Around the arena, few people knew him at first, but now, most of the monks know his location.
Under the gazes of one after another, Tang Huan remained focused on the "Lingcai Dao Stone".
There are many methods to remove impurities from Dao stones.
This can be seen from the performance of many inferior Tiangong players in the arena. Balls of Tao fire, in the hands of those low-grade heavenly craftsmen, change unpredictably, like clouds and mist, like waves, and like snakes dancing wildly. There are even people with fingers of their hands like butterflies piercing flowers, constantly shooting the fire power into the Tao stone, The movements were so gorgeous that everyone around the arena was dazzled and amazed.
Among them, Zhang Yiren of Qianyuan Tianzong was the most outstanding in this aspect.
Listening to the faint sounds coming from all around, Zhang Yiren had a confident smile on his face, his hands kept moving, but his eyes glanced to the right rear intentionally or unintentionally. Immediately, Tang Huan's figure faintly came into view, and the smile on Zhang Yiren's face suddenly became stronger.
In his opinion, there are only three opponents in this Tiangong competition.
One is Sun Yingwu of Qianyuan Tianzong, one is Tao Yanghui of Qianyuan Tianzong, and the other is Tang Huan of Huanglong Tianfu. Before the game, although he showed great disdain for Tang Huan, in his heart, Tang Huan ranked first among his opponents. After all, Tang Huan's reputation was too loud and he was able to forge low-grade Taoist weapons of perfect quality. No matter how bad his Tao attainments were, he couldn't do much worse, so he couldn't help not paying attention to it.
But now, Tang Huan ranks third in his heart, behind Sun Yingwu and Tao Yanghui.
The behavior when removing the impurities from the Lingcai Dao Stone can already vaguely judge a person's weapon Dao strength. Although Tang Huan was using water attribute fire at this moment, his technique was mediocre, and his use and activation of fire power were regular and nothing special.
Can such a low-grade craftsman forge a perfect Taoist weapon
Zhang Yiren snorted in his heart, and there was a hint of disdain in the smile on his lips. Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and concentrated all his attention on the spiritual stone in his hand.
Tang Huan didn't care about other people's eyes and just sat quietly on the futon.
In his palm, Dao fire enveloped the Lingcai Dao stone, and the firepower seeped into it. After possessing the inheritance of the God of Casting and the inheritance of the Qingtian Patriarch, Tang Huan's control over the methods of removing impurities is definitely far beyond all the low-grade heavenly craftsmen on this field. But he didn't show it, not because he didn't want to, but because there was no need, so he only used the most common and common method.
The moment the firepower penetrates into the Dao Stone, a shock force will be released.
Under the control of the heavenly craftsmen, this oscillating force can remove the impurities contained in the Tao stone bit by bit until they are separated from the Tao stone. Among the thousands of inferior Tiangongs in this arena, at least 500 used this simplest and most common method.
It's not that they don't want to use more complicated techniques, but the more complicated the techniques, the more firepower they consume.
If you consume too much firepower in the first round, you may run out of firepower before the second round is over. It is better to reserve as much firepower as possible in this round. Anyway, there is no limit on the number of people who can pass through this round. As long as the impurities are removed before the sand in the loophole leaks out, it is enough.
Time passed bit by bit, and impurities began to fall to the ground in almost all low-grade Tiangong palms. The few people with powerful firepower, such as Zhang Yiren, Sun Yingwu and Tao Yanghui, separated the impurities from the Dao stones very quickly, which made many monks around the arena marvel in admiration.
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Sun and Senior Brother Tao are really fast. If this trend continues, it is estimated that they will be able to remove all the impurities in the 'Lingcai Dao Stone' in two quarters of an hour at most."
"That person seems to be Hua Xiaoyan from the Wuji Temple. Her speed seems to be no slower than Zhang Yiren, Sun Yingwu and Tao Yanghui from the Qianyuan Tianzong. Unexpectedly, there are also hidden among the low-grade Tiangong of the Wuji Temple. With such a talented weapon-refining master disciple."
"What's going on with Tang Huan? You haven't separated any impurities for so long, and you still say you can forge a perfect Taoist weapon. How can you forge a perfect Taoist weapon with such a poor method of separating impurities? Huanglong Tianfu boasted about Tang Huan so much It’s amazing, the results are revealed as soon as you enter the arena.”
"Haha, Tang Huan's performance in this first round is not even comparable to that of an ordinary low-grade Tiangong. Emperor Dragon Tianfu is in great disgrace this time."
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On the field, Tang Huan was still as solid as a rock, sitting quietly and motionless. Although the flames were churning in his palms, there was never any impurity falling out.
Seeing this scene, many monks around them exclaimed in surprise after a brief moment of stunned silence. There was an uproar around the arena, and then, various voices such as ridicule, disdain, doubts, and sighs began to rise one after another. In an instant, A huge sound gathered over the square.
At the edge of the arena, on the high platform, many high-level officials from various sects looked at each other in disbelief. Tang Huan, the recently famous Huanglong Tianfu, thought he was a fierce tiger, but judging from his performance in the first round of the tournament, Judging from the performance, it seems to be a decorated sick cat
Facing the questioning looks of everyone, Du Xinghe, Liu Tiangang and He Qingzhu were calm and calm. On the contrary, Xue Yu and a few other people with good eyesight seemed to have discovered something and looked into Tang Huan's eyes. There was a hint of shock that was difficult to conceal. (To be continued)