The old man in yellow suddenly panicked:
"Hurry, make it stop! Why can't it stop?!"
His voice was trembling.
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, "Because you did it wrong."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand.
Press lightly on a small place above the barrel.
Suddenly, the feeling of charging and compression disappeared.
The whole Soul Tool finally "calmed down".
The old man in yellow breathed a long sigh of relief, with cold sweat covering his forehead.
Long Zhanye said, "Your Soul Power will not be in vain."
"Within an hour, the Energy-Gathering Core Array inside will remain active and can be launched at any time."
The old man in yellow wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Long Zhanye in shock.
His eyes were full of disbelief, "This Soul Tool you made is..."
He even changed his address to "you".
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, "Simplified Energy-Gathering Soul Cannon. Level 4 should be available."
He paused and added, "However, generally speaking, it would be more appropriate for Level 5 Soul Engineer to use it."
"It looks like you are not at level 4. If you want to play, wait until I pass Qualifying Tournament."
He waved his hand. "My game is over, is that okay?"
The expression of the old man in yellow had completely changed at this time.
It was an expression of awe, admiration and disbelief.
He respectfully handed the Soul Tool back to Long Zhanye, bent down, and said in an extremely respectful tone:
"Of course. You have passed the Qualifying Tournament assessment."
"This is the Soul Tool you made, please keep it. In this competition, all Soul Tool made by you belong to Soul Engineer himself."
"Of course, you can also sell it to us."
Long Zhanye glanced at the piece Level 4 Soul Tool and threw it away.
The silver-white Energy-Gathering Soul Cannon flew through the air and landed steadily on the hand of the old man in yellow.
"Give it to you." He said calmly.
With Long Zhanye now having several pieces of Level 8 Soul Tool and Level 9 Soul Tool all over his body.
He doesn't look down on such low-level stuff at all.
The old man in yellow was stunned.
He looked at Soul Tool in his hand, then at Long Zhanye, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Although this Soul Tool is only level four, it is made with the same production techniques as Long Zhanye just showed.
It is definitely more than one level better than the Soul Tool of the same level on the market!
Just... give it to him?
The ability of Long Zhanye to produce Soul Tool has completely overwhelmed the referee.
The old man in yellow was stirred up in his heart, and he asked tentatively:
"Can I ask... what level are you Soul Engineer?"
There was an unconcealable awe in his tone.
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, that smile was mysterious and calm:
"You will know later."
He did not answer directly. But the old man in yellow already had the answer in his heart.
One piece Level 3 Soul Tool, it only took five minutes.
What does this mean?
It means that this person is at least as good as Level 5 Soul Engineer! Even more!
Level 5 Soul Engineer, can Level 3 Soul Tool be made so smoothly and quickly?
Yes. But it can never be so easy.
The old man in yellow took a deep breath and said respectfully:
"Sir has passed Qualifying Tournament. Tomorrow, we will start the first round of competition. It will be the knockout round directly."
"In each round, one-third of the total number of people in the previous round will be eliminated until the final champion is determined."
He took out two badges made of pure gold from his arms and handed them over with both hands:
"This is your Qualifying Tournament pass voucher. You can use this to claim this round's rewards from the staff."
The badge was exquisitely made, with complex soul guidance patterns engraved on the front and a number engraved on the back.
Long Zhanye took the badge and took a look.
Number thirty-one.
He nodded and put the badge in his arms.
Under the respectful gaze of the old man in yellow, he turned and walked outside.
However--
Just after taking a few steps, a strange Yin-Yang voice sounded.
"Huh? It's over so soon? Did you think you couldn't pass the test and quit with the knowledge of yourself?"
The middle-aged man with a sarcastic face appeared again without losing any opportunity.
He stood not far away, with his arms folded across his chest, and his face full of gloating expression.
Long Zhanye smiled slightly.
He calmly spread his right hand, palm upward, revealing the shining golden badge:
"I just want to know where to receive the award."
When the middle-aged man who was taunting saw the gold badge in Long Zhanye's hand.
His expression froze instantly.
The whole person was like a duck whose neck was strangled, with his mouth open but unable to make any sound.
"This... this is impossible!"
His voice was sharp and harsh. "Just a little more time? You cheated!"
Long Zhanye nodded seriously. "Oh?"
The vague Killing Intent has begun to be released from him.
At this moment, the old man in yellow who acted as the referee rushed over.
He quickly stepped forward, stood between the two of them, and said quickly:
"I'm sorry, two distinguished guests! This is a misunderstanding! Bai Wang, why don't you apologize to this distinguished guest quickly!"
"Bai Wang?" Long Zhanye smiled slightly, "What a domineering name!"
That smile seemed gentle, but it sent a chill down Bai Wang's back.
His face turned green and red for a while, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Finally, he snorted coldly, turned around and left.
"Don't go."
The voice of Long Zhanye, Youyou sounded, "I have something else to tell you."
Bai Wang was stunned for a moment, turned around, and barely suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart:
"And... what else is there to say?"
His voice no longer had the arrogance it had before.
Long Zhanye said, "I guess I won't win the bet today."
"Do you remember what I just said?"
Bai Wang's face changed drastically in an instant!
When Long Zhanye threatened him with a smile before, he didn't take it seriously at all.
What's so great about a late Soul Engineer?
But at this time.
After confirmation by the old man in yellow, Long Zhanye actually qualified in such a short period of time.
He knew exactly what this meant.
Although he has a perverse personality and is sarcastic, he is by no means a fool.
He also knows that he cannot afford to offend such a person.
After all, he is just a three-ring Soul Elder.
"The game isn't over yet, how do you know you can't win?"
He said with some panic, taking a step back unconsciously.
Long Zhanye smiled slightly, but the smile was still calm, "Looking at your face, I know I can't win."
He paused, "Didn't you do anything? Just now, I watched you walk out."
Bai Wang subconsciously took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Long Zhanye lowered his head, as if talking to himself:
"When I do things, if others don't offend me, I won't offend them..."
As he said that, he suddenly raised his head!
His right hand lightly slapped Bai Wang!
That movement was gentle and casual.
"No VIPs--!" the old man in yellow shouted hurriedly.
However, his words were still a step too late.
"Bang--!"
A big red and white flower suddenly bloomed!
The color, red is blood and white is brain.
Mixed together, it's like the red and white tones decorated in the lobby of Qingse Hotel, which are weird and dazzling.
Bai Wang's head exploded instantly like a rotten watermelon!
His body, still maintaining a retreating posture, stood frozen for a second, and then fell to the ground!
Blood dyed the golden ground red.
Long Zhanye acted as if he had never done anything, and shook his head with regret:
"In another world, I hope you can be a Bai Wang king."