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Wang Yan responded politely, walked forward a few steps, and came to the front of the etiquette of more than a dozen holding brocade boxes.

These brocade boxes vary in size, with different materials and exterior patterns. It can be seen that they are prizes from major organizations and were taken up intact.

Wang Yan's eyes swept over the brocade boxes one by one, and the emotions of the audience also changed as Wang Yan's gaze changed, up and down, and paused.

These are all holy tools and materials of the same level. They can’t see treasures that you usually want to see. For many viewers on the scene, even if they can’t get them, it’s a pleasure to take a look.

However, these sacred boxes containing holy weapons were decorated with magic arrays and prohibitions to prevent the breath from being exposed. At this time, even if Wang Yan was only a few meters away from them, he could not feel any breath.

It seems that if you want to choose, you can only open it one by one, just when Wang Yan is about to make such a request.

Suddenly, a trace of pure flame breath surged into his heart.

In a blink of an eye, the pure flame breath came from a rectangular wooden box about five feet long.

The wooden box is old, with a reddish-brown grey appearance, and the surface is engraved with traditional Japanese marine patterns, which looks very delicate and beautiful.

"Senior Emmons, I want to take a look at this first." Wang Yan pointed to the rectangular wooden box.

As soon as this request appeared, all the contestants from Japan at the scene widened their eyes. Even Mitsui, the leader of the Japanese who was sitting on the rostrum, straightened his body in the seat, his eyes full of panic.

"I am worthy of being the son of flame. I have such a strong sense of flame elements, and I have a good vision!" Emmons praised, waved his hand with a void, and the rectangular wooden box opened.

With a "sniff", the long-lost aura in the wooden box spreads out like water mist.

The red mist floated quietly in the air, making the scene around the wooden box look like the sunset and colorful.

"So beautiful..." Many viewers at the scene were already intoxicated by this wonderful scene.

"These mists are the purest flame elements in nature. They are formed by the fire clouds accumulated in the wooden box for a certain period of time."

"After all, it is a holy weapon. If the light is naturally left to stand, it can attract such a large number of flame elements. If it is really used, is that powerful enough?"

"Woo, it's so beautiful, I want it so much!" There were already many psychics from the flame system on the sidelines, and were crying by a large number of Huo Yunmei.

Wang Yan took a deep breath. This flame aura was indeed rich. Although it was a little worse than the pure Yang true fire in his body, these flame auras were only the most primitive flame elements in nature. The ability to achieve this exaggerated intensity is enough to show that this holy weapon is extremely powerful.

Soon the fire cloud gradually dissipated, and Wang Yan raised his eyes and looked into the wooden box.

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

The long sword is about three feet long, and it is pure white from top to bottom. The sword body looks like the leaves of calamus, with thicker middle, extremely sharp edges, flaming hilt, and the handle part has multiple links, just like the spine of some kind of animal.

Although the sword was lying quietly in the brocade box at this time, it gave people a faint feeling that it was like a living creature and was always full of powerful deterrence.

"Son of Fire, you really know how to choose." Emmons walked to Wang Yan with a smile 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 antique-level treasure.

"This is the originator of Japan's flame-type weapons, a symbol of strength and conquest, and the national treasure-level holy weapon Fire Pheasant Holy Sword!"

As soon as Emmons said this, the audience in the venue was in an uproar.

"So this is the Fire Pheasant Sword!"

"Who is so capable that the Japanese organization can take out such national treasures as prizes?"

"My God, I'm so excited, my heart is almost unbearable."

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

They must know that there can be such prizes in the qualifiers, and they will not be seed players if they kill them.

Of course, Emmons also promised them in advance that as long as they enter the quarterfinals and quarterfinals, there will be corresponding prizes, so that they will not suffer any losses.

Otherwise, these half-step S-level players would not be willing to sit in the field as seeds. After all, this is a rare holy weapon in the world, and they also want it!

"It's indeed a good sword!" Wang Yan glanced away and couldn't help but feel admiring.

This weapon just lies quietly in the box, like a living thing, full of spiritual energy. It is indeed a rare treasure in the world. With its historical significance, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure.

But now I don’t know what level its flame element can reach.

The Fire Child Saint Sword seemed to feel Wang Yan's thoughts. It suddenly "buzzed" and made a pleasant trembling sound. The long sword jumped up automatically and stood above the wooden box.

The originally pure white sword body turned into a fiery red "scarlet", and a layer of red flames that looked like lava appeared above it.

The flames burned violently, and the scorching momentum seemed to burn everything around them.

"The fire burns in the sky, and the holy artifact resonates with Wang Yan!"

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

Even Emmons of the Super League was shocked by this sudden scene.

Generally, Liezi, who resonates with strangers, usually occurs very rarely. Unless the two reach a very tacit understanding.

But this Huozhi Holy Sword is now like a girl who is eager to get married, and he actually takes the initiative to dedicate himself to Wang Yan.

Emmons was sure that Wang Yan would just hold it on and do some simple rituals next. This holy weapon would probably recognize Wang Yan as the main one. If he turned around, he would not be able to touch it even if others wanted to.

"Son of Flame! Son of Flame!" The name Son of Flame echoed in the crowd at the scene for a long time.

The scene in front of them was so shocking. Apart from the Son of Flame, who else can make a holy weapon resonate so strongly with just standing there?

"Old Wang, this holy weapon is the best, so you don't have to choose it anymore!"

"Xiao Yan, go and get the sword!"

In the queue of the National African Bureau, Wang Yan's friends were even more excited than Wang Yan at this moment, and they all shouted loudly.

Even the little ferret in the audience was excited to slap the hairy crab's head, as if saying that Xiaoxue had identified it, Brother Wang Yan should go and get it.

Compared with the boiling momentum of the State-Africa Bureau, the queues and stands organized by the Japanese were simply hysterical.

Many Japanese players are already panicked. This is a very legendary symbol of their country. How can they be taken away by the Son of the Flame of the China National Bureau in this way?

Especially Yokoichi Ito, who is good at using swords, his eyes almost popped out of his eyes, and he shouted with excitement: "No!"

The original plan of the head of the Japanese organization Mitsui was to let many masters of the Japanese League humiliate Wang Yan and eliminate the National and African Bureau. Then, in the qualifiers, they would take back the national treasure sacred weapon, and even temporarily hand it over to him. Ito Yokoichi will be used until the end of the Youth Conference.

But the result is that Ito Yokochi was almost eliminated by Wang Yan, and this national treasure-level holy weapon actually took the initiative to resonate with Wang Yan. Even if he died, he would not accept this!

"It's interesting." Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. This holy weapon full of spiritual energy successfully attracted him. He planned to get closer to see what happened.

As he stepped forward, this move that could take away the Holy Sword of Fire at any time completely defeated the psychological defense line of Mitsui, the leader of the Japanese organization in the stands.

He could not accept it anyway. His plan failed and his national treasures were even taken away by hostile forces.

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

Seeing Wang Yan getting closer and closer to the Huozhi Saint Sword, Mitsui finally couldn't bear it anymore. Suddenly, he slapped the table, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Don't touch it!"

A domineering and fierce aura rushed out all of a sudden, and the originally noisy and booming scene was broken in an instant.

After this deep shout, the atmosphere of the entire venue fell into a strange silence.

The atmosphere of the conference suddenly became terrifying.

Everyone's eyes were staring at Mitsui. Especially the momentum of some S-level powerful men made Mitsui panic and breathless.

"Ahem!"

Han Hongbo, the general director of the State Council of Africa, coughed twice, drank tea and said squintedly, "Mijing, do you regret donating the Holy Sword of Fire Pheasant and want to take it back?"

As soon as Han Hongbo said this, Emmons's face changed and he glared at Mitsui, as if he had a momentum of taking action if he had a disagreement.

Mitsui's sweat stains flowed and he grinned dryly: "President, don't be excited, don't be excited. It's just that the Fire Pheasant Sword is a famous holy weapon that I have been passed down from Japan for a long time, and it was a little out of control. Since we donated it as a prize, of course we will not regret it and let the President deal with it."

"Hmph, you'd better have this kind of awareness." Emmons withdrew his pressure and waved to Wang Yan and said, "Son of Flame, don't be influenced by others. If you want this holy weapon, no one can stop you."

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

"Yes, you have the right to choose." Emmons waved calmly with a big belly.

Wang Yan looked up and down carefully in front of everyone's eyes. The sword body was slender and gorgeous, emitting pure and rich flame elements. The leaping flames were like flame elfs, roasting the surrounding air to a blazing hot.

"Damn Son of Fire!" The face of the Japanese swordsman Ito Yokoichi became extremely distorted. It seemed that it was not the Holy Sword of Fire Pheasant, but his wife of Ito Yokoichi. Wang Yan was looking at his unclothed wife with a vulgar look.

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Chapter completed!