Chapter 1108: Ziwei Tianhuo

Before Liu Lang could speak, Duan Yiran floated onto the ring.
Although Ke Qingmiao was always on stage, he already knew about the bet between Liu Lang and Duan Yiran.
As the only judge of the profound stage skill refiner, Ke Qingmiao did more of his work. After all, the other nine judges were all ground-level skill refiners.
And the first link, confirming the identity, is by Ke Qingmiao.
Looking at the number plate on Duan Yiran's chest, Ke Qingmiao asked loudly, "You are two hundred and five, Duan Yiran?"
"It's No. 250..." Duan Yiran corrected.
"Almost, almost." Ke Qingmiao said indifferently.
"Much difference!" Duan Yiran secretly said, but considering that Ke Qingmiao is a judge, he is not good at rebutting in public. It would be bad if he was wearing small shoes, so he finally chose to swallow his breath.
"Okay, show your enthusiasm!" Ke Qingmiao said.
"Okay!" Duan Yiran pinched the tactic with one hand. The next moment, a purple flame appeared on his chest.
"Ziwei Tianhuo!"
Seeing the purple heart fire, many people showed shocked expressions. Because Ziwei Tianhuo was a kind of abnormal fire that Emperor Ziwei refined back then, in terms of rank, it was second only to the true fire of Samadhi of Taishang Laojun.
Several judges also stood up "tightly".
But after careful inspection, they shook their heads.
"Your enthusiasm should be derived from Ziwei Tianhuo?" a judge asked.
"My lord has good eyesight!" Duan Yiran bowed and said with pride: "Back then, my grandfather, Emperor Xihua, and Emperor Ziwei once fought together, and even made friends. A few years ago, I accompanied my grandfather to visit Zi Emperor Wei, Emperor Ziwei separated a bunch from his own heart and gave it to me as a gift."
"The relationship between Emperor Xihua and Emperor Ziwei is so good?" Hearing what Duan Yiran said, many people whispered to each other. The heart and fire of the refining master has been integrated with the body, and it is separated into a bundle, which is bound to cause damage to the body. Although the cultivation base of the Emperor Ziwei can quickly recover, it is not casual. made.
And Duan Yiran's heart is there, and he will definitely not lie. After all, Ziwei Tianhuo, within the entire Three Realms, was owned by Emperor Ziwei alone.
"Although the fire generated by this is not comparable to the real Ziwei Skyfire, it is also enough to surpass most intermediate fires." Kong Haolin nodded and said.
"No wonder Duan Yiran was so bullish, it turned out to be different from others." Liu Lang muttered to himself.
"His passion is actually no big deal. It is so different from the real Ziwei Tianhuo that he only listens to the high-end." Wang Tiezhu, who was next to Liu Lang, said with his mouth curled.
"Brother, what is your passion?" Liu Lang asked.
"You'll know in a while." Wang Tiezhu smiled mysteriously.
On the stage, Duan Yiran followed Kong Haolin's instructions to control his own anger, and made a few actions, which immediately evoked admiration, and several judges couldn't help but nod their heads.
Liu Lang looked at it carefully, and Duan Yiran's ability to control fire was significantly higher than the two Huangjieshu refiners who had just competed. It is normal for everyone to have this reaction.
Next, the investigation of the formation method and the training materials, Duan Yiran answered fluently.
"As expected to be a descendant of the great emperor, Duan Yiran's accomplishments in refining a technique definitely reached the level of a profound stage refining master." Someone in the audience sighed.
"It's more than just a practice exercise, you may not know it, Duan Yiran's cultivation base has reached the peak of the immortal." Someone said.
"Daxian Peak?"
Many people were shocked again, because Duan Yiran's age definitely belongs to the younger generation in Heavenly Court. At his age, there are only a handful of people who can reach the peak of Daxian.
Seeing that he became the focus of the audience at once, Duan Yiran enjoyed it, standing on the stage smiling and looking at Liu Lang below.
"Stupid x..." But the next moment, he clearly saw the mouth shape of the turtle Wang Tiezhu next to Liu Lang.
After cursing, Wang Tiezhu still bared his teeth in Duan Yiran.
"You..." Duan Yiran really wanted to rush down and beat Wang Tiezhu violently. However, he was on the stage now, and the selection of Taishang Laojun was a very serious matter. It's really not good to make trouble on the spot.
However, Duan Yiran has already written down the account. After today's ceremony is over, he must give a good lesson to the earth turtle who does not know the height of the sky.
"The final score for Duan Yiran was 92 points." Moments later, Ke Qingmiao gritted his teeth and gave Duan Yiran's primary result.
Although he only gave six points, several judges gave ten points.
The score of 92 points, among all those who have been tested, ranked first, and it was far ahead, and the second ranked person had only 84 points.
"Congratulations, Master Duan!"
"Congratulations, Master Duan!"
Duan Yiran stepped off the stage, and those who knew and didn't greeted Duan Yiran. Duan Yiran smiled and nodded, his expression indifferent.
After arriving in front of Liu Lang, Duan Yiran stopped, "Guardian Liu, how did you think I was doing just now?"
"It's okay." Liu Lang said blankly.
"The dead duck has a hard mouth. I want to see how many points can be scored by Warden Liu in the primary election!" Duan Yiran coldly snorted when he heard the evaluation of "make do", and then walked away.
In the next primaries, there were no outstanding figures. The highest score was more than 80 points, and Duan Yiran still ranked first.
The 980th appearance was Duan Yiran’s cousin, who was also the profound stage skill refiner who had previously bet with Wang Tiezhu to lose. This mysterious stage skill refiner was named Tang Qingming, and his final score reached eight. Sixteen points.
This result is enough to enter the top twenty and qualify for the re-examination.
Before Tang Qing's selection, he was forced to eat (shit). After stepping down, he stood beside his cousin Duan Yiran and looked at Liu Lang and Wang Tiezhu with majesty.
"Would you like to gamble again! The score is higher than someone else's primary election." Wang Tiezhu smiled and said to Tang Qingming.
Hearing the word gambling, Tang Qingming's face suddenly turned green, and he quickly turned his head away, because the first game of gambling had already left a serious psychological shadow on him, and he would never bet anymore in his life.
"Soft egg!" Wang Tiezhu laughed.
While speaking, it was Liu Lang's turn to appear.
"Guardian Liu, come on, if you can't enter the retest, our gambling will be over." Liu Lang stepped to the high platform, and Duan Yiran reminded behind.
Liu Lang didn't answer Duan also, and went straight to Ke Qingmiao.
Ke Qingmiao looked like he was doing business, holding the sign-in list, and asked: "Nine hundred and ninety-nine, Liu Lang, right?"
"Yes!" Liu Lang nodded.
"Well, well, let's go down!" Ke Qingmiao ticked his name and said.
The audience was in an uproar.
"What's the matter?" Many people looked at each other.
Duan Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "I don't understand it. It must not meet the qualifications of the primary election and was brushed down. If I guessed it correctly, Warden Liu, you haven't bred your heart?"