"Excuse me, how many people are there in the Xishui Alliance participating in this competition?"
Long Zhanye asked the middle-aged man who was leading the way as he walked.
The middle-aged man turned around and said in a respectful tone, "We have a total of two hundred and sixty-four Soul Engineer participating."
"Including you, there will be two hundred and sixty-five."
He pointed in the direction of the competition stage. "Some Soul Engineer have already finished their production."
"Today is Qualifying Tournament. Once you make a Level 3 Soul Tool, you can pass the qualification review. Of course, it must be within a certain time."
He raised his hand and pointed to the hourglasses placed on the metal tables:
"You see, every Soul Engineer has an hourglass on his desk.
"However, now there is only half an hour, or half an hour, until the final appearance of Soul Engineer is completed."
He looked at Long Zhanye with a trace of uncertainty in his eyes:
"I wonder if you still have time?"
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, with a hint of pride and disdain in that smile.
"That's enough." He said calmly.
From now on, he is no longer Long Zhanye.
He is Po Hongchen.
He has obviously made adjustments emotionally.
The middle-aged man nodded and looked more relaxed:
"That's good."
Long Zhanye looked around and his eyes fell on the eighteen circular rooms suspended in the air.
Those rooms float quietly, like mysterious castles in the air.
He asked casually, "What is your original business here? An auction house?"
A trace of vigilance flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
The vigilance flashed away, but Long Zhanye caught it.
"You... haven't been to our Golden Hall before?"
There was a hint of temptation in his tone, and Long Zhanye curled his lips in disdain.
That expression was arrogant and contemptuous, just like that of a arrogant nobleman:
"Of course I haven't been here before. We nobles..."
When he said this, he suddenly stopped. There was also a look of caution in his eyes.
This change actually made the middle-aged man look relaxed.
It turned out that he was just a rookie nobleman who came here for the first time, not a spy.
He smiled slightly, showing a bit of elegance, with a hint of pride in his tone. "That's such a shame."
"Our place is indeed an auction house, and it is our Ming Capital's largest auction house."
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Long Zhanye's ear:
"Let me tell you quietly, even members of the royal family have come to participate in our top auctions."
"If you are free in the future, please come. You will definitely be treated like a VIP by us."
Long Zhanye showed a gentle smile on his face and nodded:
"Very good. Lead the way."
The middle-aged man looked at the smile on his face, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold behind him.
But it only took a moment for him to return to normal.
It must be an illusion.
He took Long Zhanye, walked through the rows of seats, went down the stairs, and walked towards the competition stage.
Walking to the edge of the competition stage, Long Zhanye stopped.
He frowned slightly and looked at the middle-aged man:
"You don't even provide the production materials for Soul Tool, right?"
That middle-aged man had just been threatened by him, how could he give him a good look?
The smile on his face faded a bit, and his tone became colder:
"Originally, there is, but because of what you just said, there is naturally no."
He snorted coldly, "Since you are late, you should prepare your own materials."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, disappearing into the crowd without looking back.
Long Zhanye looked at his back, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Bring your own materials?
Just right.
There are so many Rare Metal in his Storage Soul Tool that I can hardly fit them all in.
At this time, an old man wearing yellow clothes came over.
The old man had a thin face and sharp eyes, and he looked like an experienced referee.
He stood behind Long Zhanye like a supervisor.
"Are there any rules for the game?" Long Zhanye asked the old man in yellow.
The old man pointed to a competition table that was being used not far from them:
"There's an hourglass on it, see for yourself."
His voice was calm. "Before the last grain of sand in the hourglass slips, make a Soul Tool that is at least level three."
"If you complete it, you will be eligible to continue competing; if you fail to complete it, you will be eliminated."
"Let's get started. I will supervise you and don't use finished or semi-finished products Soul Tool to make any tricks."
Long Zhanye nodded.
He walked over to an empty metal table and sat down at it.
The hourglass on the table has begun to flow.
There is still half an hour until the last grain of sand slips.
Enough.
He flipped his right hand, and a piece of shining silver metal appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The old man in yellow behind him only saw a flash of light. It was so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up!
A piece of Mithril fell off a corner.
At the same time, he also saw the Engraving Knife that popped out of Long Zhanye's right hand.
That's Engraving Knife made from Iron Essence.
Iron Essence is the lowest level among Rare Metal, not even as good as Mithril.
This kind of Engraving Knife, on the experimental table of the Mingde Hall, no one knows how to use it.
There was a trace of disdain on the face of the old man in yellow.
"You don't even have a decent Engraving Knife?"
"Hmph!"
"What good things can such a poor Soul Engineer make?"
However--
The next second, his expression froze.
I saw Long Zhanye move his right hand, and the silver-white Mithril gradually took shape on his fingertips.
Cutting, cutting, drilling, dotting, scratching, grinding... every action is done smoothly and smoothly!
An impeccable metal pipe was forcibly produced!
Then, assemble, inlay, and load Core Array...
All processes are completed with the same hand!
From beginning to end, Long Zhanye only used one hand.
The smoothness of the movements, the skillfulness of the technique, and the perfect rhythm are just like dancing!
The old man in yellow's eyes widened.
His disdainful expression just now has long since disappeared.
Instead, there was surprise, shock, and disbelief.
He felt that he was not judging a game, but watching a performance.
This process did not last long.
Five minutes.
After only five minutes, the rhythm of Long Zhanye, Iron Essence Engraving Knife, stopped.
He turned around easily and gestured to the dull old man in yellow:
"It's done."
Only then did the old man in yellow wake up.
He hurried forward and picked up the silver-white Soul Tool on the table.
It was a metal pipe about a foot long.
The whole body is silvery white, with smooth lines. There is an arm buckle at the bottom, which is most suitable for buckling on the arm.
The overall shape is simple and elegant, yet exquisite.
The old man in yellow carefully injected Soul Power into it.
That Soul Tool suddenly lit up!
A soft silver-white light bloomed from the surface of the metal tube!
However, the next second--
The old man in yellow let out a low exclamation!
He only felt that the Soul Power in his body was being violently absorbed by this Soul Tool!
The speed of absorption was so fast that it was even somewhat beyond his control!
Immediately afterwards, he felt that the Soul Power compression Core Array inside Soul Tool started.
The entire silver-white metal tube began to become brighter and brighter!
Strong Soul Power fluctuations suddenly emitted!
What's even more frightening is that he can't make it stop!
You know, the game is still going on.
And here is Golden Hall of Qingse Hotel, surrounded by more than two thousand spectators and hundreds of contestants!
If this Soul Tool is fired, no one knows what the consequences will be!