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Wang Yan responded politely and walked a few steps forward to the etiquette holding a dozen boxes.

The size of these boxes is different, and the materials and appearance are different. It can be seen that they are prizes provided by major organizations, which have been taken up intact.

Wang Yan's eyes glanced over the boxes, and the emotions of the audience at the scene also fluctuated up and down with the change of Wang Yan's line of sight.

These are all holy objects and materials of the same level, and treasures that you can't usually see. For many audience members, even if they can't get them, it is a pleasure to look at them.

However, these sacrificial objects are all covered with a magic circle and prohibition to prevent the breath from being exposed. At this time, even if Wang Yan is only a few meters apart from them, he can't feel any breath.

It seems that if you want to choose, you can only open one piece at a time, when Wang Yan is about to make such a request.

Suddenly, a trace of pure flame breath came to his heart.

He glanced at it, the pure flame breath came from a rectangular wooden box about five feet long.

The wooden box has a long history, and the appearance of the pulp is reddish brown and oily. The surface is also engraved with Dongying's traditional marine decoration, which looks very delicate and beautiful.

"Senior Emmons, I want to see this first." Wang Yan pointed his finger at the rectangular wooden box.

As soon as this requirement appeared, all the players from Dongying had their eyes widened, and even the leader of Dongying, Mitsui, who was sitting on the podium, straightened his body on the seat, and his eyes were full of panic.

"It's worthy of being a son of flames, and has such a strong sense of flame elements, good eyes!" Emmons praised it, and waved with one hand, the rectangular wooden box opened.

"Ban", the long-lasting atmosphere in the wooden box spread like water mist.

The red mist, floating quietly in the air, made the scene around the wooden box become as colorful as the evening glow.

"It's so beautiful ..." Many of the audience at the scene were already intoxicated by this wonderful scene.

"These mists are all the purest flame elements in nature. They accumulate in a wooden box for a certain period of time and form a cloud of fire."

"In the end it's a holy weapon. If the light is naturally still, it can attract such a large amount of flame elements. If it is really used, what kind of power will it have?"

"Woo, so beautiful, I really want it!" There were already a lot of flamboyant abilities on the sidelines, who were crying because of a lot of Huoyunmei.

Wang Yan took a deep breath. This kind of flame breath is indeed rich. Although it is slightly worse than the pure Yang real fire in his body, these flame breaths are, after all, only the most primitive flame elements in nature, which can achieve this. This kind of exaggerated richness is enough to see that this holy weapon is not trivial.

Soon the fire cloud gradually dissipated, and Wang Yan looked up into the wooden box.

The wooden box is also covered with very expensive gold silk brocade, and a simple sword is lying quietly inside the brocade.

The long sword is more than three feet long, and it is pure white from top to bottom. The body of the sword is like the blade of the calamus, the middle is thicker, the edge is very sharp, the sword handle is flaming, and there are many links in the grip part, just like an animal The back bones are the same.

Although the long sword lies quietly in the brocade box at this time, it is faintly giving people a kind of illusion like living creatures, and it is always full of powerful deterrent force.

"Son of Flame, you will indeed pick." Emmons smiled and walked to Wang Yan, and took the initiative to explain to him, "Do you know the origin of this sword?"

Wang Yan shook his head. He had never studied this kind of antique treasure.

"This is the originator of Dongying's flame weapon, a symbol of strength and conquest, a national treasure-level holy weapon, a pheasant holy sword!"

When Emmons said this, the audience in the whole venue exploded.

"So this is the Holy Pheasant Sword!"

"Who on earth has such a great ability to let Dongying organize this national treasure as a prize?"

"My God, I'm so excited, my heart can't stand it anymore."

At this time, even sitting on the sidelines, several half-step S-level seed players were not calm.

They need to know that there will be such prizes in the qualifiers, and they will not be seed players.

Of course, Emmons has promised them in advance, as long as he enters the 16th and 8th quarters, there will be corresponding prizes to ensure that they will not lose.

Otherwise, these half-step S-level players are unwilling to sit on the field as seeds, after all, this is a rare holy weapon in the world, they also want it!

"It is indeed a good sword!" Wang Yan glanced away, and couldn't help but admire.

This weapon just lay quietly in the box, like a living creature, full of aura. It is indeed a rare treasure in the world, plus its historical significance, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure.

It's just that I don't know how far its flame element can reach.

The fire-like holy sword seemed to feel Wang Yan's thoughts. Suddenly a "buzzing" sound made a pleasant trembling sound. The long sword jumped up and hung above the wooden box.

The original white sword body turned into a fiery red at once, and a red flame like lava appeared above it.

The flames were burning fiercely, and the blazing momentum seemed to burn all the surroundings.

"The fire is burning, the holy weapon resonates with Wang Yan!"

The crowd at the scene was boiling again, and many people were already shocked.

Even the Super League Emmons was taken aback by this sudden scene.

It is very rare that the sacristy will resonate with strangers unless the two have reached a point of great understanding.

But this fierce holy sword is now like a girl eager to marry someone, even voluntarily devoting herself to Wang Yan.

He Emmons was sure that as long as Wang Yan held it up, and then do some simple rituals, this holy weapon is probably able to recognize Wang Yan as the master, and no one can touch it even if he turns around.

"Son of Flame! Son of Flame!" The name of "Son of Flame" echoed from the crowd for a long time.

The scene in front of them shocked them so much. In addition to the son of flames, who else can let the light stand there, can make such a holy weapon resonate so strongly?

"Pharaoh, this holy weapon is the best, no need to pick it!"

"Xiao Yan, go get the sword!"

In the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, Wang Yan's friends are more excited than Wang Yan at the moment, and they all reminded loudly.

Even the little ferret in the audience shot the head of the hairy crab with excitement, as if saying that Xiao Xue had been identified, and brother Wang Yan went to get it.

Compared with the boiling of the National African Affairs Bureau, the queues and stands of Dongying organized Jane to the point of hysterics.

Many Dongying players have panicked. This is a legendary symbol of their country. How can it be taken by the flame son of the China National African Affairs Bureau in this way?

Especially Ito Yoko one who is good at using swords, his eyes are almost staring out of his eyes, and his face is excited and shouted: "No!"

The original plan of the head of the Dongying organization, Mitsui, was to let many masters of the Dongying alliance humiliate Wang Yan, eliminate the State African Bureau, and then in the qualifiers, take this national treasure holy weapon back, or even temporarily give it to him. Toyoko, the end of the youth conference.

But now the result is that he was almost eliminated by Wang Yan, and this national treasure-level holy weapon, even actively resonating with Wang Yan, even if he died, he could not accept it!

"It's a bit interesting." Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. This aura-filled holy weapon successfully attracted him. He planned to get closer to see what happened.

As he stepped forward, this move, which could take away the childish holy sword at any time, completely defeated the psychological defense line of Mitsui, the head of the Dongying organization in the stands.

He couldn't accept it anymore. His plan failed, even with the national tragedy and the tragedy of being taken away by the hostile forces.

If this kind of thing really happens, what other face does he have to face other members of Dongying organization?

Seeing Wang Yan getting closer and closer to the fierce holy sword, Mitsui finally couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly he snapped the tabletop, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Don't touch it!"

An overbearing but fierce momentum suddenly rushed out, and the original hustle and bustle scene was broken in a flash.

The atmosphere of the whole venue, after a deep drink, fell into a strange quiet.

The atmosphere of the conference suddenly fell.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mitsui. In particular, the momentum of some S-class powerhouses was overwhelmed by Mitsui's heart, and some could not breathe.

"Cough!"

Han Hongbo, director general of the National African Affairs Bureau, coughed twice and squinted while drinking tea, "Mitsui, could you regret donating the Pheasant Holy Sword and want to take it back?"

Han Hongbo's remarks made Emmons' face suddenly change, and glared at Mitsui, as if he had something to do with a word.

Mitsui sweated straight, grinning dryly and said twice: "Don't get excited, grown up. But the sacred sword of fire is the famous holy weapon that I have inherited for a long time, and it is a bit out of control. We donated it as a prize Of course, I will not regret it, and let the president grow up. "

"Well, you better have this kind of consciousness." Emmons withdrew his coercion and waved to Wang Yan. "Son of flame, don't be influenced by others. No one can stop you if you want this holy weapon. . "

"Thank you President Emmons." Wang Yan bowed his hand politely and said seriously, "I want to take a closer look and make a decision. After all, the chance to get the holy weapon is rare."

"Yes, you have the power to choose." Emmons waved calmly.

Under the eyes of all eyes, Wang Yan carefully looked up and down on the Holy Pheasant Sword. Its sword is slender and magnificent, exuding pure and rich flame elements. The flaming flame is like a flame elf, roasting the surrounding air. It's hot.

"Dirty child of flame!" Dongying Jianhao Yi Hengyi's face became extremely distorted. It was as if it was not the Holy Pheasant Sword, but his wife, Higashi Ito, and Wang Yan was looking at his undressed wife with a wretched look.

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