Seeing this, Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction. The reason for direct forging was not because he was reckless, but because Wang Yan had practiced too much, so he knew very well about rare metals such as blue progesterone, and it was not that he had no observation at all.

Before, Wang Yan had used his mental power to detect the blue progesterone clearly, and the final effect was obvious.

"Mine is ready!"

Looking around at the eyes that seemed to be killing people, Wang Yan turned a blind eye, put away the blacksmith's hammer, raised his hand to hand in his work, and left the competition venue directly.

On the rostrum, a silver-haired old man looked at this scene and suddenly said to Wang Yan, "Tell someone to bring that work up!"

Seeing this, a middle-aged level five blacksmith couldn't help but say, "Mr. Duan, that kid only hammered once and ran away. He was obviously trying to impress others. What's there to see?"

"That's it, how is it possible to complete the Hundred Refinements in less than ten seconds?"

"Let's see and then talk!"

The silver-haired old man shook his head, but he didn't agree in his heart. He just heard a loud noise, and he had the same view, but his eyes never left the other party's work. He seemed to see a faint light, the symbol of Qiandeng's work, but

The next moment, the aura shrank back, which made Duan Xuan extremely curious, to what extent Wang Yan's forging works had reached? But he was sure that Wang Yan left after completing a hundred forgings, and he was definitely not thinking about the middle-aged man.

That's what you say to flatter others.

Soon, the blue progesterone forged by Wang Yan was presented, and everyone on the podium turned their eyes to it.

"Thousand forgings?"

Looking at this piece of blue progesterone, the former middle-aged blacksmith's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The pattern of blue-pregnant copper is magnificent. Generally speaking, to evaluate the effect of blue-pregnant copper forging, it mainly depends on whether the pattern is uniform and whether the halo is close to the center.

This piece of blue copper does not need to be looked at at all. As long as you see the position in the center of the dizzy eye, you can be sure that it has been successfully purified by a hundred forgings. Not to mention that its volume has shrunk even more than a normal one.

The most peculiar thing is the vague aura of blue progesterone, which seems to be about to erupt, but also seems to never erupt, like a boiling volcano that has reached the critical point of eruption and is suddenly forcibly terminated.

The people on the stage are all big guys in the blacksmithing world. Naturally, we can see how valuable this is. It is not easy for even an ordinary blacksmith master to achieve this step. It requires extremely strong control and understanding of metals.

The silver-haired old man lowered his head, looked carefully, stretched out his hand, and touched it gently. Feeling the texture and spirituality of the blue copper, his eyes slowly lit up.

"What a piece... go up... no, the best hundred blacksmiths, ask that child from which blacksmith association sent it."

At this time, Wang Yan had already arrived at the individual competition venue and found that the competition here had not started yet.

Because there are so many contestants, the individual competition is divided into multiple rounds, and more than fifty competitions can be held in one round at the same time. Wang Yan is in the fourth round, which will start in about an hour or two.

Wang Yan was about to enter the venue when he suddenly saw a girl with a golden ponytail and several boys and girls about the same age as him.

"Xu Lizhi, Ye Xinglan, why are you here?"

Slightly startled, Wang Yan said in surprise, this is the individual competition venue for the youth group, and they are Shrek students and have not participated in the competition. What are they doing here? Are they here to compete with the last individual competition champion? The Tianhai Alliance has not yet

Being beaten into submission?

"Participate!"

Ye Xinglan replied coldly, turning her head away and not talking. She didn't know why looking at Wang Yan's face, which was more beautiful than a girl's, she wanted to strike with a sword.

"Participate?"

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood that these were individual competitions for the youth group. Will the Tianhai Alliance agree?

At this time, the calm young man walking at the front stretched out his hand and showed a kind smile, "Hello, my name is Yu Longyu, a first-year student of Shrek Academy."

"Wang Yan, Class 0 of Donghai College!"

Seeing this, Wang Yan replied and extended his right hand.

The moment the two hands held each other, Wang Yan felt a surge of soul power coming from him. With a movement in his heart, he swallowed up this soul power and released a little bit of the blood of the Golden Dragon King.

"Um?"

The originally calm face of Yu Longyu in front of him suddenly changed. Feeling a fear originating from bloodline genes, his body couldn't stop trembling, as if he had encountered a very terrifying existence.

Looking at this scene, Wang Yan smiled slightly, "Young man, you still want to test me and don't want to see what my martial spirit is?"

"team leader!"

Ning Yueqing on the side quickly realized something was wrong and couldn't help shouting.

Yu Longyu came back to his senses, quickly let go of his hand, looked at Wang Yan, and suddenly frowned, "You are very good, I am looking forward to playing against you in the individual competition."

"Me too!"

Wang Yan smiled, then turned around and entered the competition venue.

Seeing Wang Yan leaving, Ning Yueqing looked at Yu Longyu, whose hands were still shaking, and couldn't help but ask, "Captain, are you okay?"

"fine!"

Yu Longyu shook his head, but he was extremely confused in his heart. Why did his soul power disappear as soon as it entered Wang Yan's body? Why did his martial soul eliminate fear of Wang Yan's breath? What exactly was his martial soul?

Thinking of this, Yu Longyu decided to observe his opponent's game carefully later. Unfortunately, his idea was doomed to fail, because Wang Yan would not release his martial spirit casually.

…

Compared to the youth group, which has few soul skills, the youth group's individual competition is much more intense. Their soul power generally reaches the second and third rings, which is one more ring on average than the youth group, and their strength and skills are more powerful.

Watching each soul master release their colorful and charming soul skills, Wang Yan felt like he was watching a science fiction blockbuster.

Soon, the first three rounds were over and Wang Yan entered the competition venue.

His opponent was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and thin, wearing a blue school uniform. It was hard to tell which college he came from. After all, the uniforms of schools in the Tianhai Alliance were generally blue, and the young man's face was quite...

He is cold and seems to rarely speak, but when he saw Wang Yan, he still couldn't help but look surprised, because Wang Yan looked too young, less than ten years old. Shouldn't he be participating in the youth competition at this age?

When the young man was confused, the referee had already announced the rules of the game and the timer had started.

"Five, four, three...start."

As this voice fell, the young man opposite Wang Yan immediately released his martial soul and three soul rings, two yellow and one purple. A black giant hammer appeared in his hand. The hammer handle was one foot long and the hammer head was cylindrical.

The rhombus is five feet long and two feet in diameter. It is covered with dense red lines. The body of the hammer exudes a dark luster. As soon as it appears, the air becomes depressing, which shows its weight.

After releasing his martial soul, the first soul ring under the young man's feet flickered, and he rushed towards Wang Yan with the hammer in hand.

Seeing the young man running "slowly" with a hammer about the same size as himself, Wang Yan doubted whether the young man would be crushed to death by his own martial spirit halfway through.

But obviously such a thing is impossible. The young man's martial soul is called the Sky-shattering Hammer. It has no special abilities, but is very heavy. His soul is a specially made metal soul, and each soul ring also increases the weight.

It can double the weight of the hammer, so the young man is a powerful weapon soul master, and he also takes the path of defeating all methods with one force.

Wang Yan likes this kind of soul master best, after all, what he is best at is strength.

After he got closer, the young man raised the Sky-shattering Hammer and hit Wang Yan on the shoulder. Although he was confused as to why Wang Yan didn't move, it did not hinder his attack.

"bump!"

Seeing this, Wang Yan hit him hard and threw his palm out. The golden scales on his palm flashed, and then a loud noise like the clash of gold and iron erupted. The young man and his hammer were directly slapped away by Wang Yan, and his whole body was thrown away.

In his confusion, Wang Yan knocked him out of the playing field which was dozens of meters wide.

"Wang Yan, win!"

Seeing this scene, the referee immediately announced the result of the game.

The young man got up, looked at Wang Yan who was as if nothing had happened, his eyes were horrified, then looked at the referee, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Wait a minute, my strength hasn't been used yet?"

"Then wait until you can show your strength and come back!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged referee snorted coldly and stopped paying attention to the opponent.

Wang Yan shrugged, took the queue number for the next game, and left the competition venue.

When he returned to the hotel, Wang Yan found that Gu Yue, Xu Xiaoyan, and Xie Xie had all returned. Only Zhao Xin was practicing hard behind closed doors and had never gone out.

Wang Yan asked with a smile, "Has everyone passed the test?"

"Yeah!" Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan nodded.

Xie Xie said with a smile, "Of course, with my strength, it is not easy to win the junior individual competition."

All the best students from Class Zero can participate in the youth competition, and since he won relatively easily today, Xie Xie felt very happy and regained the feeling of being a genius again.

When facing people like Wang Yan, Xie Xie felt a lot of pressure, but when dealing with others, he felt like he was being abused.

He couldn't help but sigh, "The soul masters competing in the youth group here in Tianhai are really too weak. Today I met a second-level soul master, and he was killed by me at close range without even using his soul skills."

“It’s normal!”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled and said, "If the soul masters here in Tianhai were strong, they wouldn't be at the bottom of the federal competition every time!"

"Captain, how was your game today?"

Wang Yan said, "It was very easy. I slapped that person away."

Hearing this, Xie Xie couldn't help but mourn for Wang Yan's opponent. When they met Wang Yan, a monster, their luck really declined.

"Boss, don't you find it boring to defeat your opponent so easily?"

Hearing this, Wang Yan glanced at Xie Xie and said nonchalantly, "Of course not, I like to torture vegetables the most."

"I hope my next opponents will all have this kind of strength."

Xie Xie was stunned, suddenly thinking of his opponent, and immediately felt the same.

"Captain, how about the team competition in the afternoon?"
To be continued...