After I failed, I became the darling of the entire sect’s genius group.

Lord Xianyi looked at Ling Feixuan and chuckled. "Your accumulation has reached the edge of breakthrough, and you are just short of the final goal.

Not confident enough? Then let me give you some pointers. "

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked. Venerable Xianyi was actually willing to personally mentor a junior who was less than a hundred years old!

"Quickly, send a message to invite Master Yayi." One person reacted first and shouted to the waiter beside him.

Others quickly reacted.

"Send word to the family and call all the disciples who refine weapons to come and watch!"

"Venerable Xianyi will guide the refining of the weapon on the spot, and send it to the jade slip as soon as possible!"

"Wow, wow, wow, they say that the weapon refining techniques above the high level will never be passed on to outsiders. I didn't expect that Venerable Xianyi would actually be willing to explain it on the spot."

"This is the magnanimity of Venerable Xianyi, great, no need to say more."

Soon, Yu Jian was flooded with relevant information.

……

The old man in gray robe bowed respectfully to the Venerable Xianyi.

"Senior, I hope you will forgive me, but we have not prepared the materials required for the holy weapon refining."

Venerable Xianyi smiled, and there was no airs about him at all.

"As for the materials, this junior has already prepared a lot of them, hasn't he?"

Venerable Xianyi's eyes fell on Ling Feixuan, and then moved to the sword at his waist.

Ling Feixuan was slightly surprised.

He had actually been preparing to refine a holy magic weapon, and the first target of his choice was his sword - Fentian. In order to upgrade his sword to the holy level, he has collected a lot of precious materials.

He drew his sword out of its sheath. The sword's light was cold and sharp, making it difficult to look directly at him.

"What a sword!"

In the stands, those who wielded swords were shocked. During the battle competition, Ling Feixuan also used this sword, but at that time few people noticed how extraordinary this sword was.

Now when I look closely, I am shocked to realize how powerful this sword is.

Ling Feixuan's fingers gently stroked the sword's spine, and his eyes followed the sword, as if his own will had been integrated into the sword.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the Venerable Xianyi, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Senior, I have almost prepared the materials, but I haven't been able to find the most important level four meteor falling iron. The one I have is of poor quality, only level three."

He said, taking out a piece of light green metal, only the size of a thumb.

Meteoric iron is meteorite that falls from a lone star in the sky. When it falls into some fairyland treasure land, the meteorite iron will absorb the surrounding energy, and its density and hardness will increase several times.

Theoretically speaking, a holy magic weapon can also be refined from the falling iron of the third-turn meteor, but the split sword is his favorite sword, so he always thinks of doing the best.

Ling Feixuan was a little uneasy. He knew that Venerable Xianyi was a strong man admired by thousands of people, and he was also an extraordinary senior master in the art of weapon refining.

Now, this expert asked him to challenge the challenge of refining magic weapons, but he still resisted. In the eyes of others, he was quite ignorant.

However, Venerable Xianyi smiled.

"Iron fell from meteors, right? I happen to have a piece here."

The next moment, he took out a fist-sized translucent crystal that gradually changed from purple to red from the storage ring.

On the stand, Su Shiyuan looked at the beautiful crystal with doubts.

"Didn't you say meteorite? Why is it crystalline?"

On the field, Ling Feixuan's pupils suddenly dilated when he saw the crystal.

"Seventh Rank Meteor Falling Iron!"

This meteorite iron is very special. When it reaches the first to third levels, it is still metallic. But from the fourth to the sixth level, it transitions from metal to crystal and becomes completely crystalline...

If it is completely crystallized, it will be at least seven revolutions!

"Seventh Rank Meteor Falling Iron!"

In the field, the high-level officials of countless forces looked straight at the sight. The three-turn meteorite falling iron was already extremely rare, and the size of the seven-turn meteorite was even closer to a fist...

There was a sudden gasp of air on the field.

But at this time, Venerable Xianyi shook the crystal towards Ling Feixuan.

"Here, take it."

Ling Feixuan was shocked and felt cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He took the crystal with trembling hands and placed it on the table in front of him.

Then, he looked at the old man in gray robe on one side and said:

"I am willing to participate in the next round of competition."

The old man in gray robe nodded.

"Okay, the fourth round of the weapon refining competition has begun, and the requirement is to refine a holy-level magic weapon!"

"Irrelevant people are waiting to get back quickly!"

Dozens of referees and elders appeared on the field, and the tables of the remaining contestants were cleared away.

Except for the stage in front of Ling Feixuan, the field turned into a large open space. Everyone else was far away, making it difficult to approach and disturb everyone on the field.

The expressions of the referees and elders were very serious. After all, the seventh-level meteorite iron was extremely precious, and there was no chance that anyone would be able to resist the temptation.

At this moment, an old man with a withered face walked down the stand with the support of several young people.

It was only a short distance, but he took two breaks. The old man's hair was pale and messy, and several white hairs fell down along the way.

Several powerful men looked at him, their eyes full of pity. This man's lifespan has reached its limit, and he may not live for more than a few hours.

The referees and elders all became vigilant and asked:

"What to do?"

The old man opened his mouth and said something to the young man standing beside him in an extremely weak voice.

After hearing this, the young man nodded slightly and looked at the elder referee.

"My grandfather is a high-level weapon refiner. He has tried to reach the holy level dozens of times in his life, but he has never been able to achieve a breakthrough. Now that the deadline is approaching, he has this great opportunity and wants to observe it up close."