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took the storage bag in his hand, nodded at Zhao An slightly, jumped lightly on his toes, and landed lightly on the martial arts arena, kneeling cross-legged on the ground, the black war tattoos on his body appeared, and he had begun to fuse materials.

And the rest of the carvers did not waste any more time, and sat seriously on one side one by one, either thinking or merging again, and no sound could be heard except for the sound of magic and fusion.

In the martial arts arena, stands, and squares, an invisible high wall was erected with spiritual power, which was used by the carving treasure building to block the influence of the outside world on the carver

The carving is a matter of concentration, and the fusion of materials is just that, but once you start to infuse the spell, you can only do it in one go, once it is interrupted by someone and the spell is broken, then the power of the carver will be greatly damaged, and the carver himself will suffer backlash and be seriously injured.

In order to avoid the influence of the outside world on the carvers, the elders of the carving treasure building joined forces to cultivate and jointly built this high wall, not to mention everything that was said and done outside, the carvers inside could not hear or see, and it was even rumored that they could resist the full force of the three Yudan periods.

It is precisely with this guarantee that the Treasure Carving Conference has such a status and can attract so many carvers to participate.

Everyone in the square was relieved to see that their carvers had begun to carve them.

"Let's go, this time the carving, there is no month, I'm afraid I can't even see the general outline of the carving, let's go back and rest first, and come back in a few days." ”

"Yes, when I participated in the Xuanzi-level treasure carving conference with my family before, I waited outside for more than half a month before I saw the general appearance of the magic weapon, and it took a whole month to complete the carving. Nowadays, the assessment of the earth-level carver can only be longer. ”

"Instead of waiting here, let's go back and have a drink. ”

The noisy words of the people around came, and some of the entourages stood up as they spoke, and walked towards their residences, while others were still sitting on the side at first, but seeing that everyone in the martial arts arena was thinking about it one by one, it was obvious that the competition would not be able to achieve any results for a while.

Many people stood up and left, and there were only a dozen left in the originally crowded square, including Zhao An, including Sun Chu's subordinates who he saw a few days ago.

Seeing those people throwing cold glances at him, Zhao Anxin smiled coldly, and didn't put them in his eyes at all, but he found a position that was closer to the front and had a good vision, sat down cross-legged, and quietly stood aside.

After a few days of observation, Zhao An looked at the carvings of all the carvers in the Yanwu Hall, which was really an eye-opener.

Different from the war pattern carving method of Xiyan, these carvers, the carving techniques can be called varied, gorgeous.

Like some carved tools with different spells, forget it.

What shocked Zhao An the most was that there was a burly man who actually held an embroidery needle in his hand, and used the spiritual power on his body as a guide to fuse the spell into the thread, like sewing clothes, and sewing the materials in his hand.

And that embroidery needle is not an ordinary embroidery needle, if Zhao An is not mistaken, the embroidery needle should be made of cold black iron at the bottom of the sea, and it is also an extremely powerful magic weapon. Otherwise, it will never be able to pierce a material that is subjected to such hardness.

And Sun Chu, who was shouting with Zhao An next to the cloud bridge before, also fused the magic weapon in his hand with a serious face at this time.

I saw that Sun Chu's technique was extremely special, and the things he used when carving weapons were not spells or other magic weapons, but his hands.

Rao is Zhao An has never seen such dexterous and powerful hands, those materials that may be difficult to deform with sharp tools are actually kneaded at will like mud in Sun Chu's hands, constantly changing various materials, Zhao An is secretly speechless.

"This man's palms are really powerful, no wonder they are so arrogant. Zhao Anxin said secretly.

And the materials in Xi Yan's hand are also fused, and she looks a little strange, and she doesn't know what she wants to do. But looking at Xi Yan's excited face, he obviously thought of some good ideas, and as for whether he can win in the end, it can only depend on his own cultivation.

But among these people, the one who attracted Zhao An's attention the most was another person.

The man was only about thirty years old, dressed in black, and in a relatively remote location, quietly blending materials.

That person's technique is also extremely ordinary, there is nothing outstanding, and the aura exuded by the whole person is also inconspicuous at all, and there is no dazzling Yan and Sun Chu and others, but I don't know why, Zhao An still instinctively found this person in the crowd at a glance.

Although the man was extremely well hidden, Zhao An still caught a trace of greed in the man's eyes.

Zhao An can be sure that this person is definitely not as simple as it seems.

As the days passed, in the martial arts arena, each carver was placed next to a plate full of delicacies, a wine jug and a cup, ready to provide the carvers with replenishment, so as not to lose their strength.

Although the entourage waiting outside was not as supplied as the carver, they also provided water and ordinary food, and Zhao An did not find it difficult to sit here.

With the gradual formation of the magic tools in the hands of the carvers, there were more and more people in the square, and the entourage who had left before also came back one after another, sitting on the straw mats on the ground, watching the situation of their own carvers.

Since Zhao An didn't leave at the beginning, it can be said that he was in the best position to sit, and on this day, when Zhao An was looking seriously, suddenly a figure shrank and instantly reached behind him.

Looking at Zhao An, who was plain, the man frowned slightly, and said softly, get out!

Zhao An, who turned his eyes, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young man.

The man was dressed in a long robe, with a long sword pinned to his waist, although he was dressed ordinarily, there was a sense of indifference and arrogance in his eyebrows, looking down at Zhao An's gaze with a little contempt.

Glancing at the other party lightly, Zhao An ignored it anymore, and continued to look at the face on the martial arts field, directly ignoring the other party completely.

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear?!"

Seeing that Zhao An ignored him, the young man pushed the thumb of his right hand upward, and there was a crisp sound of the scabbard, and a half-foot cold light poured out of the long sword in his finger, and suddenly a sense of silence erupted from the sword!

"People from the Sword Sect?"

The pupils of everyone around shrank, and the few people closest to Zhao An saw that the situation was not good, and they all stood up and left, not daring to provoke this troubled water.

On the side, several of Sun Chu's subordinates sneered one by one, looking like they were watching a good show.

Because some carvers came late, not all carvers and entourages knew that even if they had heard of the dispute between Zhao An and several people from the Close Body Law School, they were very skeptical that Zhao An was really so powerful that he dared to do something with the people of the Close Body Law School.

But Zhao An still sat on the straw mat as if he didn't know that the young man had drawn his sword, and he didn't mean to move at all.

Seeing this scene, the young man's face sank, his hand was raised, and suddenly a piercing friction sound came, and everyone saw a flash of white light in front of them, and a sharp sword light slashed out.

Rumble!

Zhao An, who was sitting with his back to the young man, suddenly shook his right shoulder, and a surging wind blade spat out frantically, setting off a storm and splitting the surrounding space into pieces.

There was a fierce burst in his heart, and the robe on the young man's body hunted, "Not good!"

As he spoke, the sword momentum that the young man slashed out was forcefully retracted, and the sword momentum sent out instantly turned from attack to defense, and the dense sword light protected himself.

The overwhelming sword light swung out, and a round of wind blade ripples appeared in the space, and the sword light slashed down in the air, extremely domineering.

Bang!

The space centered on Zhao An and the young man trembled violently, and the fierce wind blades and sword lights around them cut and damaged all the grass mats around them. The people around kept retreating, and the few people who had fought with Zhao An before were even more stunned, unable to believe what they saw.

Under this huge force, the young man couldn't bear it, and his body took two steps back before he stood firmly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but Zhao An only shook his upper body slightly, and then stood there steadily.

"Get out!"

Zhao An said lightly, the voice was not loud, but it was like a drum beating in the young man's heart.

The young man's pupils contracted for a while, his face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a monk of the Sword Art Sect, you dare to fight back!"

"I don't care what kind of bullshit you are, I don't want to shut up forever and get out right away. Zhao An indifferently threatened.

As soon as the voice fell, the young man's expression was like eating a fly, and his face was extremely ugly, but after all, he knew the gap between himself and Zhao An, and after snorting coldly, he turned to sit in another position with a better view, as if this incident had never happened. The scene was completely cut off by a high wall, and the people who were holding the carving ceremony inside were not affected at all, and they didn't know what was happening outside.

"This fellow Daoist, can I sit down?" A female voice came, and Zhao An looked up, but it was a female cultivator of the magic school, wearing a purple skirt, although it was not stunning, but it looked more comfortable.

"There's no one here, you want to sit down. Zhao An said lightly.

Seeing that Zhao An had no objection, the female cultivator pulled over a fairly complete straw mat, put it under her, and sat up cross-legged.

"Fellow Daoist, I've never seen you before, I see that you have some faces, I don't know when you entered the Heavenly Mandate Pagoda to enlighten the Dao?" the female cultivator asked casually.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhao An's pupils, and he said lightly, "Are you inquiring about me?"

The female cultivator immediately showed embarrassment, and said continuously, "Daoist friends are too worried, I'm just asking a few random questions." ”

After speaking, the female cultivator saw that Zhao An's face was indifferent, and she didn't want to talk at all, so she also turned her head to look at the martial arts arena and stopped talking.