1344: C1344 I'm finished

C1344 I'm finished

0What no one noticed was that the abnormal phenomenon high up in the sky had not disappeared yet, and was instead constantly brewing. Following the swing of Ye Chen's sleeve, streams of light whizzed out from the Divine Dragon Furnace one after another.

One, two, three...

"Eight pieces, plus the previous 20 pieces, 28 pieces, we've won!" Cultivator of Tianqiong Prefecture hugged her excitedly, and all of them started cheering.

The aristocratic families' faces were gloomy, as if they had swallowed a dead rat.

Although Ye Chen had refined the exact same high ranked offensive saint artifact, with the offensive saint artifact as his unit, he had refined twenty-eight high ranked offensive saint artifacts.

Even if Ye Feiyu refined a set of high grade saint artifacts and had three sets of defense saint artifacts, in exchange for offensive saint artifacts, there were only twenty-seven of them.

Ye Chen playfully looked at Ye Feiyu, his heart feeling somewhat excited, as if he had returned to the years of his previous life where emotions were surging. To be able to create a high-grade offensive saint artifact worth 27 pieces in two hours, such a level was already above ninety percent of the blacksmith's.

Even in Cultivation Realm, Ye Feiyu could be considered to be one of the top genius refiners.

"Let me take out a few more to infuriate those grandsons." Little Treasure's immature and angry voice sounded beside Ye Chen's ears.

Little Treasure was very angry. The consequences would be very serious!

"Didn't we just win one round? What was there to be excited about! Look, Ye Chen's face is currently pale and his legs are weak. I probably can't even move in the third round anymore, he's definitely going to lose! "

"That's right, Master Ye Feiyu does not need to take it seriously, Ye Chen was just lucky."

"Go Master Ye Feiyu!"

Some people would find all kinds of excuses when they lose, just like the aristocratic families right now. The reason why Ye Chen succeeded was because his luck was good, but Ye Feiyu did not.

"Second round, Ye Chen wins!" Zhuge Feng said indifferently. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an unparalleled pressure that suppressed everyone's voices.

A draw and a win, was a good start for Tianqiong Prefecture. After all, they had won the first match, so everyone's confidence in the following two matches had greatly increased!

"Now, take a break of one hour and prepare for the third round." Zhuge Feng said indifferently.

"Senior Zhuge, let's start. I think with Brother Ye Chen's strength, there's no need to rest." Ye Feiyu said in a bland voice. He could feel that even Ye Chen's breathing was a little hurried, and he did not want to give Ye Chen an hour of rest.

Ye Chen looked at Ye Feiyu with a smile, and laughed coldly in his heart. Seeing Zhuge Feng's gaze, Ye Chen nodded his head and said: "Senior, I do not need to rest."

"This kid is really courting death. Does he think he's number one in the world?" Little Treasure's angry voice sounded out in Ye Chen's heart. Although he was only Xie Jun, he had the same thoughts as Little Treasure.

"Hmph, you can't even stand properly, and you still dare to be stubborn." The person from a Venerable family looked at Ye Chen with a cold smile. You are courting death, don't blame yourself for not giving you the chance to do so.

However, the people from the Tianqiong Prefecture were beginning to worry. They could see that Ye Chen's face was pale and his footsteps were unstable.

An hour of rest should be very important to him.

An extremely ordinary face appeared within the crowd, as he indifferently looked at the stage, and laughed in his heart: "Luckily Little Treasure stayed by Xie Jun's side, or else I would have missed my first match."

It was very obvious that this extremely ordinary face was none other than Ye Chen's. However, at this moment, he had changed his face, if Yu Ruoxie and the others were to see this, they would definitely recognize him.

Isn't this the brat who killed Duanmu Tianchen?

"Since none of you have any objections, let's begin!" Zhuge Feng said indifferently, her tone was very calm, her sharp eyes seemed to want to see through Ye Chen.

"In the third round, there is no time limit. Whoever refines a higher grade magical equipment, has a higher value, and wins." The old man added.

He already did not look down on Ye Chen as much as before, but he still did not like Ye Chen's arrogance.

Refiners should not be calm, they should not be so flamboyant, but he did not know that his heart had already been infected by Ye Chen, and he was no longer calm.

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Feiyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light. With a flick of his finger, a mass of purple flames appeared in his hand. In the center of the purple flame, there was a black glow.3

"Spiritual Fire of Heaven And Earth!" The green robed elder cried out in surprise as he looked at the ball of purple flames. Envy flashed past his eyes, "It's actually the Purple Flame that is ranked thirty-third on the Spiritual Fire of Heaven And Earth s list. I finally know whose inheritance Ye Feiyu has obtained!"

"It's actually a Spiritual Fire of Heaven And Earth! Haha, let's see how Ye Chen will compete this time!"

"With the support of the Spiritual Fire of Heaven And Earth, the success rate and the grade of the artifacts refined will be much higher. Ye Chen will definitely lose."

"I knew it, just now it was not Master Ye Feiyu's true strength!"

The Venerable family members stared at the purple flame and began to clamor again.

However, Ye Chen was not moved at all. In his eyes, the people of the influential families were just clowns, they were nothing more than clowns, and could not affect his thoughts.

On the other side, Ye Feiyu had already started to make his move. Dozens of different kinds of smithing materials were thrown into the Purple God Spark, and in the next moment, the Purple God Spark was enveloped by the purple flame.

One by one, hand techniques were executed. The movements were elegant and free, as if he wasn't refining but performing.

The people from Tianqiong Prefecture tensed up once again. Even though it was a 1v1 victory, it was very likely that Ye Feiyu would turn the tables around. If the first match became a tie, then the next two battles would be extremely disadvantageous to Tianqiong Prefecture.

After all, in terms of combat strength, Tianqiong Prefecture alone, it was not comparable to an aristocratic family.

The clone Xie Jun stood by the stone table, his eyes was calm, suddenly he turned and looked at Zhuge Feng.

Could it be that Ye Chen wanted to rest for another hour? Or could it be that he no longer had the strength to fight and was about to give up the third match?

"If you have anything to say, then say it. Now let's hurry up and refine." The old man in cyan calmly said, as if he was teaching a lesson to a junior.

"If it's no good, then scram. Don't embarrass yourself anymore." The people of the Venerable family would not miss the chance to attack Ye Chen and started to shout.

The clone Xie Jun turned a deaf ear to him, he did not even look at the old man, completely ignoring his existence, and then looked at Zhuge Feng and said: "Senior Zhuge, I have finished refining."

The sound was very soft, but it was like a meteorite falling into the ocean, setting off raging waves.

"Finished refining?" "What a joke! Could these 28 offensive saint artifacts have been his limit?"

"It seems like this Ye Chen is not stupid. He was trying his best just now, but it's not that bad. He only refined 28 high grade saint artifacts."

The people of the Venerable family looked down upon Ye Chen. Ye Chen could be considered to have taken advantage of this opportunity, because he had only participated in two rounds, but that was within the competition rules.

The old man in cyan frowned, thinking that he had misheard, as he said: "Ye Chen, are you saying that the twenty-eight holy swords you refined in the third round are your limit? You know, the third round is not about numbers. "

"I know." Ye Chen's tone was still very calm, and impatiently glanced at the old man in cyan.

Zhuge Feng frowned, he looked at the 28 high grade Sacred Swords in the sky, and in the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank: "This is?"

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