The first to complete the refining was Le Kefang, who used the cold turtle shell and refined iron to refine a small shield, and after the master of the Wanbao Pavilion stepped forward to identify it, he determined that this small shield was a magic weapon of the first grade of the human rank.

The magic weapon of the shield is good at defense, and it is extremely effective to deal with the attacks of swords, but it is a pity that the grade of the small shield is slightly lower, Le Kefang shook his head with the newly refined magic weapon in his hand, and he didn't seem to be particularly satisfied, but the materials he chose had been used up, and there was no chance to do it again.

After about two hours, Xia Jiao also finished refining, and he used red dove feathers and refined iron to refine a thing that was four feet long, four-edged and bladeless, with a slightly thin upper end and a handle at the lower end.

This is actually an unpopular blade - a hammer.

The body of the mace is a square quadrangular shape, the thickest part is about two inches, the thinner the tip is, and the tip of the mace is a square cone.

After the appraisal of the Pavilion Master of the Wanbao Pavilion, the grade of this mace is the ninth grade of the ground rank, which is higher than the small shield refined by Le Kefang.

In the past half an hour, Dongwen successfully refined a long stick with rejuvenation branches and refined iron, and the stick was wrapped with green lines, which was also a magic weapon of the ninth grade of the ground level.

The time for Ge Jilou and Li Fen to complete the refining was not far apart, and the magic weapon that Ge Ji Lou refined was the sickle he had thought of before, but what Li Fen He refined was a strange-shaped scimitar.

Although he took the piece of fine iron, he did not use it for refining the scimitar.

This scimitar was also made entirely from a hooked wolf's tail, and the reason why he chose fine iron was only to have extra materials to make a scabbard for the scimitar.

Even if this is a competition, Keli Fenhe is also enjoying the fun of refining in the competition, wanting to make everything perfect, according to his ideas, the scimitar has no sheath, which is tantamount to a beauty without clothes.

When it should be unsheathed, when it should not be unsheathed, the sharp blade should be properly tucked away in the scabbard.

After identification, Ge Jilou's sickle and the scimitar of the ritual division are also the same as the ninth grade of the ground level, and only Yang Ziyi is left who has not completed the refining at this time.

Yang Ziyi was not in a hurry, and slowly did the work at hand, tossing for another day and night.

"Alright. ”

After a long time, Yang Ziyi finally completed the refining of the weapon, he collected the four-colored light in the palm of his hand, and then showed everyone the artifact in his palm.

Everyone looked intently and found that Yang Ziyi had spent so much time refining it was actually four small swords that were only the length of his middle finger.

"That's it?" Ge Jilou sneered and sneered, "What can such a small thing be cut off?"

The Pavilion Master of Wanbao Pavilion did not speak, and stepped forward to carefully appraise and confirm that each of these four small swords was the grade of the ninth grade of the ground level, so that Le Kefang was already considered a loss because the grade of the shield was not as good as the small sword.

"What's wrong with Xiao? Although your father's job is small, didn't he give birth to your ghost?" Yang Ziyi returned his mouth and showed no mercy, "My sword is the same as your father's job, small but enough, I don't believe you try it." ”

"Lao Ge, let me come first. ”

Dongwen used his long stick to compete with Ge Jilou's sickle as early as when Yang Ziyi was still refining magic weapons, and the result of the competition was that the sharpness of the sickle was far stronger than the hard of the long stick.

Ge Jilou held the sickle and swiped lightly, leaving a mark on the stick, and under the hard slashing, he only needed one knife to cut off a small section of the long stick, and then looked at the edge of the sickle, there was no sign of the blade crumbling.

Dongwen was not surprised by this result, and when he found out that the refining method used by Ge Jilou was different from his own, he had already expected that this would be the case.

Dongwen felt that he saw the hope of winning, although it was not him who won this game, but as long as he could win, it didn't matter.

Now Ge Jilou has been scolded to the point that he has lost his mind, and the contest between sharp weapons is often in the form of confrontation, not like the competition between the sword and the shield. Dongwen was worried that Ge Jilou would be carried away by anger and make a mistake when attacking, so he took the initiative to take the lead.

Dongwen raised the long stick and erected it in front of him, and a bright light climbed up along the lines at the bottom of the stick, covering the entire stick body in the blink of an eye.

"Come on. ”

After Dongwen finished his preparation, he gestured to Yang Ziyi.

Yang Ziyi didn't grind like Dongwen, but just raised his hand and shot out a small sword with a "whoosh" like a dark shooter.

This small sword is full of gold, and it is made of a hooked wolf's tail, a metallic material that restricts the properties of wood.

"Do-"

The small golden sword was nailed to the long stick, and the blade penetrated the body, and the tip of the sword pierced out.

"Next. ”

Yang Ziyi said lightly, as if he had long expected that the long stick would not be able to resist the blow of the little sword.

"Wait!" Dongwen shouted, pulling the little sword out of the stick with all his might, and then took a closer look to make sure that the blade of the little sword was still as sharp as new and not damaged in the slightest, so he nodded and said, "I lost." ”

"I'm on!" As soon as Dongwen admitted defeat, Xia Jiao jumped out and sacrificed the hammer.

Immediately afterwards, the body suddenly turned red, as if it had been taken out directly after being tempered halfway, and had not yet cooled.

Yang Ziyi raised his hand again and shot out a small blue sword.

"Ding—"

The small sword stabbed into the body with a soft sound, and then the two magic weapons were frozen in the air.

"Whew-"

A burst of mist quickly rose up, enveloping the sword and the sword completely.

"Click-"

When the fog dissipated, with a crisp sound, a fine line cracked into the body, and the color changed from red to gray black, and it didn't take long for it to break into a pile of pieces.

Xia Jiao took the small sword and checked it repeatedly, but like Dongwen, he couldn't find the damage on the sword.

"Ahh

Xia Jiao sighed, handed the little sword back to Yang Ziyi, and then stepped aside.

Dongwen and Xia Jiao were defeated one after another, and Ge Jilou had to admit that Yang Ziyi did have his uniqueness in forging swords.

But Ge Jilou didn't think he would lose, unless Yang Ziyi secretly replaced the fine iron with other metal materials that were harder than the hooked wolf's tail.

Does Yang Ziyi have a chance to steal it?

Absolutely nothing.

Because the entire venue was shrouded in the divine consciousness of the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, Yang Ziyi was only in the Dan Period, and once there was such a small action, he would definitely be discovered.

Moreover, in addition to the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, several other refiners, including Ge Jilou, were also secretly monitoring him, and they would not give him a chance to secretly exchange materials at all.

Ge Jilou stepped forward slowly, slowly raising the sickle in his hand.

"Stinky boy, admit defeat now, the old man can still save face for you, otherwise when the time comes, the thousand-year-old reputation of the Hidden Sword Pavilion will be ruined in your hands, and you are afraid that you will have to die to apologize!"

"Noise!"

Yang Ziyi was annoyed when he heard him mention the words "Hidden Sword Pavilion", and his right hand was raised suddenly, throwing out a cold light.

Ge Jilou hurriedly swung his sickle to catch up.

Halfway through the scythe, he suddenly found that the small sword shot by the other party had become much longer than before.