Sang Wusheng stayed until five minutes before the barrier disappeared, and then reluctantly left. Lu Ming watched Sang Wusheng leave, sighed, took out the space ring that had been with him for many years from the space, and thought of the owner of the other ring, and his heart was in a trance.
Before he could be distracted for long, the time had come and dozens of barriers suddenly became invalid, and the empty field suddenly became lively.
Lu Ming keenly smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. He looked up and his heart tightened. The situation was more tragic than he expected. Yechuan was almost killed, and most of the contestants were seriously injured. Several people had purple faces and dilated pupils, and they had obviously been dead for a long time. Yechuan's poison was indeed dangerous. Even if he was scratched with a small wound, he would eventually die.
Lu Ming could not bear to watch any longer, but Taoist Zi Yang remained calm and ordered his men to clean up the scene quickly, and the survivors followed him to the hall to gather.
Lu Ming counted and found that only eighteen people in the hall had successfully passed the test. In other words, twelve people were bitten to death or poisoned by Ye Chuan. Lu Ming did not kill Ye Chuan in the end, but just took him into the space and raised him.
Taoist Zi Yang put the magic tools made by each person into a box and sealed it. Then everyone returned to their respective resting places with tired faces and anxiously waited for the results.
Another three long days passed, and everyone gathered in the small hall in front of the He family ancestral hall, waiting for the results to be announced.
Taoist Ziyang looked around and whetted the appetite. Then he stroked his white beard and said in a deep voice: "In the second round of competition, only five contestants entered the finals."
Everyone was shocked. Although twelve people died in the second round of competition, the eighteen people who remained were all elites among elites. They were able to defeat Yechuan, obtain the venom, withstand the pressure, and make magic weapons. Yet, in the end, only five people passed?
Taoist Ziyang saw that everyone was full of doubt, so he snorted coldly and said, "Although eighteen people have made red-refined magic weapons, most of them are unusable. This Taoist and the judges can only select five that can be used in the end."
Everyone looked at each other, a little confused as to why they had made it but still couldn't use it. Taoist Ziyang stroked his beard and said to Luming: "Master He, please explain it to me."
Lu Ming nodded and explained: "Yechuan's saliva is the most toxic in the world, but it is too toxic and not pure. Direct use will affect the effectiveness of other materials. Therefore, after the venom is taken out, it needs to be processed and purified before it can be used."
Lu Ming's voice was gentle and his expression was indifferent. Everyone present had a good impression of him, but when they thought about how this man had cheated everyone out of a large sum of money just by talking, their faces turned unhappy.
Taoist Zi Yang nodded with satisfaction, but in his heart he attached more importance to Lu Ming. Although there were five people in the finals, and the red-refined magic weapons they made were also very good, the magic weapon made by the eldest son of the He family had reached the pinnacle. He had come into contact with many red-refined magic weapons, but there were very few people who could bring the venom to its full potential, and He Qingci was one of them.
Besides, the one made by Sang Wusheng and Sang Huai was also very rare. Sang Huai was a little short of the right time, and Sang Wusheng seemed to be a little impatient. I don't know what he was in a hurry for, otherwise it would be considered one in a million. Taoist Ziyang shook his head, thinking it was a pity. But he didn't know that Sang Wusheng was actually going to find his brother, so he rushed to the barrier of Lu Mingdai after he finished making it in a hurry.
The remaining two people, one is Zhao Chengcheng, the legitimate son of the Zhao family, and the other is Wang Yu, the head of the Wang family. Although Zhao Chengcheng is young, only 18 years old, he has very good qualifications. The Zhao family attaches great importance to this legitimate son and has carefully cultivated him since he was a child. His future is definitely limitless. The last person to enter the finals is Wang Yu. When he thought of this man's disgusting face, Taoist Ziyang's face turned bad. This man is simply shameless to the extreme. Although the red-refined magic weapon he made barely passed the test, he had already hinted and threatened before the start of the game, and he must let him enter the finals no matter what. Taoist Ziyang has been the chief referee for several sessions. He has experienced all kinds of soft and hard tactics. He didn't even take the head of the Wang family seriously.
Moreover, Taoist Ziyang knew that Wang Yu didn't care about the title of weapon master. His purpose was to become the leader of the major families and use the power in his hands to achieve his own ulterior motives. How could such a hypocritical and sinister person take on such an important task? Ziyang looked at Wang Yu coldly and swore secretly that he would never let Wang Yu succeed. He had his own persistence. In any case, the weapon refining competition had been passed down since ancient times, and its sacredness and authority could not be tarnished by anyone.
After Taoist Zi Yang announced the names of the five people, everyone had an expression of expectation. These people were also well-known figures in the world of cultivation, but Sang Wusheng, whose identity was not awkward, now had such attainments, and everyone's fear of him deepened a little.
Sang Huai silently observed Sang Wusheng in the dark, his eyes were as cold as a snake, but he concealed his emotions very well, and in private, he also cared for Sang Wusheng for the sake of acting. But Sang Wusheng did not appreciate it, and always had a cold face and ignored him. Although Sang Huai wanted to kill him, he found that the worse Sang Wusheng's attitude towards him, the more people would dislike Sang Wusheng's indifference, and Sang Huai became more and more respectful to him.
Unfortunately, Sang Wusheng didn't care what others thought of him. The only thing he cared about was Lu Ming's attitude. However, his nominal uncle had forced his mother and himself to such a point, and he would never let them have an easy life.
The finals were scheduled for seven days later, so everyone had plenty of time to prepare for the finals. Wang Yu and others gathered together to plot the He family treasure house. The undercover agent sent to the He family had passed on the information he had heard. The biggest purpose of coming to the He family was to determine the specific location of the He family treasure and find an opportunity to open it at the right time. During these seven days, through multiple investigations, they were convinced that the He family treasure was hidden under the He mansion, and the entrance was really in that dilapidated courtyard.
On the other hand, Lu Ming had been harassed by Sang Wusheng these days. This man was so thick-skinned that it was unimaginable. No matter whether he treated him coldly or spoke harshly to him, he remained calm and did what he wanted. He simply couldn't find any way to deal with him, and in the end he could only let him go.
Sang Wusheng and Lu Ming both knew that Wang Yu and others were secretly looking for the secret treasure, but they tacitly did not expose it. The He family treasure needs to be personally granted by the family elders and the clan leader inherits the He family's secret method before it can be opened. Unfortunately, after the decline of the He Mansion, all the family elders disappeared. Without the elders' seal, the secret method could not be passed on. Therefore, the only way to open the He family's secret treasure is to use the quickest and most effective stupid method, which is to gather everyone's strength and use the secret method handed down from ancient times to force the secret realm open with surging spiritual energy.
This method has been around for a long time, but the success rate is not high. The secret treasure cannot be opened if the spiritual energy is not gathered in place. Lu Ming has searched for a long time but has no trace of the elders, but saving Fu Shu is urgent, so he can only tell the truth and attract masters from various families to work together to dig out the He family's secret treasure. Although it is a bad idea, it is the only way at the moment.
Even if the He family secret realm was destroyed, what did it have to do with him? He didn't care at all, and I believe that He Qingci's original body didn't care either. After all, the original body hated the He family to the point of destroying the entire clan.
Time passed quickly, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye. Everyone gathered in the hall waiting for Taoist Ziyang to announce the final competition items. The five people who entered the finals sat at the top, namely He Qingci, the eldest son of the He family, Wang Yu, the head of the Wang family, Zhao Chengcheng, the eldest son of the Zhao family, Sang Huai, the eldest son of the Sang family, and Sang Wusheng, who was not in an awkward position. The Liu family, one of the four major families, failed to enter the finals. The upstart Zhao family quickly entered the list of the four major families, and the He family, which had been silent for ten years, now regrouped and faced the challenge.
All the big families and big forces gathered together to compete for the title of master. How could they miss such a big show? Many cultivators who came here for the fame put down their work and rushed to the He family within these seven days, wanting to witness this historic scene with their own eyes.
Taoist Ziyang was in a bad mood. Seeing a bunch of people gathered at the He family, he was afraid that something might happen, so he quickly set up a barrier to isolate everyone except the contestants outside the hall. However, in order to prevent public outrage, Taoist Ziyang thoughtfully placed a few small peepholes so that everyone could watch the live broadcast at ease, and the onlookers were satisfied.
The third round of competition was about creativity. No matter what era, no matter how the historical process develops, creation is undoubtedly the most important thing. The biggest reason why the master of refining is highly sought after by the world of cultivation and has a transcendent status is that they have profound knowledge, strong strength and skilled skills, which make them unparalleled in creativity. They create better instruments and spells, allowing the world of cultivation to continue to progress. To put it bluntly, the master of refining is like what is commonly called an inventor in modern times.
When Taoist Zi Yang saw that everything was ready, he arranged for his disciples to place the items needed for the finals on a long wooden table in front of each contestant.
Lu Ming looked down and saw that there were only three things on the table, namely Jin Lishui, Pan Zihua, and the horn of the flame beast. Lu Ming thought carefully about the uses of the three items, and he admired Taoist Zi Yang more and more. The three materials put together seem to have no major connection, but they all have some common points that are often overlooked. Only by knowing a variety of materials well and knowing their respective properties, origins, uses and effects, can we develop new things while grasping the common points of several materials. This is a fusion of wisdom and an expansion of thinking.
Lu Ming couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. How could he have had such a stupid idea that the world of immortal cultivation was not as good as modern society? They were all progressing in their own way, but in different directions.
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