Chapter 676 Resonance! Fire Pheasant Holy Sword

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Wang Yan responded politely, took a few steps forward, and came to the front of a dozen people holding brocade boxes.

These brocade boxes vary in size, material and surface decoration. It can be seen that they are prizes provided by major organizations and are brought up intact.

Wang Yan's eyes swept over these brocade boxes one by one, and the emotions of the audience also fluctuated, paused and shifted according to the changes in Wang Yan's eyes.

These are sacred artifacts and materials of the same level. They are treasures that cannot be seen in ordinary times. For many viewers at the scene, even if they can't get them, just taking a look at them is a pleasure.

However, these brocade boxes containing sacred artifacts were all covered with magic circles and prohibitions to prevent the aura from being exposed. At this time, even if Wang Yan was only a few meters away from them, he could not feel any aura.

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

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

He turned around and saw that this pure flame breath was coming from a rectangular wooden box about five feet long.

The wooden box is old and has a reddish-brown patina on the outside. The surface is also engraved with traditional Japanese marine patterns, making it look very delicate and beautiful.

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

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

"As expected of a son of flame, he has such a strong ability to perceive the element of flame, and he has such a good eye!" Emmons praised, waved his hand in the air, and the rectangular wooden box opened.

With a click, the scent that had been accumulated in the wooden box for a long time spread like water mist.

The red mist floats quietly in the air, making the scene around the wooden box as colorful as the sunset.

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

"These mist are the purest fire elements in nature. They are fire clouds formed after a certain period of time accumulation in the wooden box."

"It is a sacred weapon after all. If it is left alone, it can attract and gather such a large amount of fire elements. If it is really used, how powerful can it be?"

"Wow, it's so beautiful, I want it so much!" There were already many fire-type superpowers on the sidelines, crying because of the large number of Huo Yunmei.

Wang Yan took a deep breath. This kind of flame breath was indeed rich. Although it was slightly inferior to the pure Yang true fire in his body, these flame breaths were, after all, only the most primitive fire elements in nature. They could reach this level. This exaggerated richness is enough to show that the power of this holy weapon is extraordinary.

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

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

The long sword is about three feet long and is pure white from top to bottom. The blade of the sword is like a calamus leaf. It is thicker in the middle and has extremely sharp edges. The hilt is in the shape of a flame. The handle has multiple links, like some kind of animal. The backbone is the same.

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

"Son of Flame, 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 such antique-level treasures.

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

As soon as Emmons said this, the entire audience exploded.

"So this is the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword!"

"Who is so capable that the Japanese organization can take out this kind of national treasure as a prize?"

"Oh my God, I'm so excited, my heart can't take it anymore."

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

They want to know that there can be such prizes in the qualifiers, and they will not be seeded even if they are beaten to death.

Of course, Emmons had promised them in advance that as long as they entered the top 16 and top eight, there would be corresponding prizes, ensuring that they would not suffer a loss.

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

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

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

But now we don’t know how far its flame element can reach.

The Huozhi Holy Sword seemed to sense Wang Yan's thoughts. Suddenly, it buzzed and made a pleasant trembling sound. The sword automatically jumped up and hung above the wooden box.

The originally pure white sword suddenly turned fiery red, and a layer of lava-like red flames erupted from the top.

The flames burned fiercely, and their scorching momentum seemed to burn everything around them.

"The flames burned the sky, and the sacred weapon resonated with Wang Yan!"

The crowd at the scene was excited again, and many people were stunned.

Even Chaolian Emmons was startled by this sudden scene.

It rarely happens that a sacred vessel resonates with a stranger, unless the two reach an extremely tacit understanding.

But this Huozhi Holy Sword is now like a girl who is in a hurry to get married, and she has taken the initiative to dedicate herself to Wang Yan.

Emmons was sure that as long as Wang Yan held it and performed some simple rituals, this sacred weapon would probably recognize Wang Yan as its master, and no one else would be able to touch it even if they wanted to.

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

The scene in front of them shocked them so much. Apart from the Son of Flame, who else in the world could make a sacred weapon resonate so strongly just by standing there?

"Old Wang, this sacred weapon is the best, there is no need to choose any more!"

"Xiao Yan, go get the sword quickly!"

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

Even the little ferrets in the audience excitedly patted the hairy crab on the head, as if to say that Xiaoxue has authenticated it, and brother Wang Yan is going to get it.

Compared with the excitement of the National African Affairs Bureau, the queues and stands of the Japanese organization were simply hysterical.

Many Japanese players have panicked. This is a legendary symbol of their country. How could it be taken away by the son of the flame of the Chinese National African Bureau like this?

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

The original plan of Mitsui, the head of the Japanese organization, was to let the many masters of the Japanese League humiliate Wang Yan and eliminate the National African Bureau. Then in the qualifiers, they would get this national treasure back, and even give it to him temporarily. Toyokoichi, used until the end of the Youth Conference.

But the result now is that Yi Donghengyi was almost eliminated by Wang Yan, and this national treasure-level sacred weapon actually actively resonated with Wang Yan. This is something that he will not be able to accept even until his death!

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

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

He couldn't accept the tragedy that his plan had failed and that the national treasure would be taken away by hostile forces.

If this kind of thing really happened, how could he have the face to face other members of the Japanese organization?

Seeing Wang Yan getting closer and closer to the Huozhi Holy Sword, Mitsui finally couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Don't touch it!"

A domineering and ferocious momentum rushed out, and the originally noisy and boiling scene was instantly broken.

The atmosphere in the entire venue fell into an eerie silence after this deep shout.

The atmosphere of the conference suddenly became tense.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mitsui. Especially the momentum of some S-class strong men made Mitsui feel panicked and unable to breathe.

"Ahem!"

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

As soon as Han Hongbo said this, Emmons's face suddenly changed, and he glared at Mitsui angrily, as if he had the aura to take action if he disagreed with him.

Mitsui was dripping with sweat and grinned twice: "President, don't be excited, don't be excited. It's just that the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword is a famous sacred weapon that has been passed down in Japan for a long time, and it just got a little out of control for a while. Since we donated it as a prize Of course I won’t regret it, just let the president do whatever he wants.”

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

"Thank you, President Emmons." Wang Yan bowed his hand politely and said seriously, "I want to take a closer look before making a decision. After all, the opportunity to obtain a sacred artifact is rare."

"Yes, you have the right to choose." Emmons waved his hand calmly.

In full view of everyone, Wang Yan carefully looked up and down at the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword. Its blade was slender and gorgeous, exuding pure and rich flame elements. The leaping flames were like flame elves, roasting the surrounding air. A blazing heat.

"Abominable Son of Fire!" Japanese swordsman Yi Toyoko's face became extremely distorted. It was as if that was not the Fire Pheasant Holy Sword, but his wife, Ito Yokoichi, and Wang Yan was looking at his naked wife with lewd eyes.

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