Through her unremitting efforts, Jiang Yaoyao finally punched the tip of the awl into a point, although this tip was very small, but it was enough for her to engrave.

I saw her lay the iron plate flat on the table in front of her, and then she held the thick iron cone in one hand, and lifted the heavy iron hammer with the other, and smashed it high.

Bang~!

The hammer and the iron cone slammed together, and the violent impact shook the tables of the people around them, and then everyone only heard a "click", only to see that the seemingly sturdy table in front of Jiang Yaoyao was directly smashed in half by her.

As the table collapsed, the things on the table also fell to the ground as the table collapsed, and the table collapsed, causing the ground under everyone's feet to shake again, and the result of these two violent shaking was that even the table that brought a circle of people next to her was also shaken.

Seeing this mess centered on Jiang Yaoyao, the judges were also speechless, especially the people from Haotian Palace, this Jiang Yaoyao was escorted in by them, and now seeing her huge destructive power, they also have a headache, thinking that when she practiced alchemy, she didn't destroy anything, she was like a demolition team, she went wherever she went, so every time everyone heard that she was going to refine the weapon, they were all far away, and no one wanted to be affected by her, this time it was good, but it just destroyed a few tables.

But the other players on the field and the audience off the field all expressed their amazement when they saw this scene, before her method of hitting the iron cone directly with her hands, which had made everyone have a certain understanding of her violence, but now this hammer made everyone tremble, the boss with his mouth open, and his jaw was about to be shocked.

"Oh my god, is this still human?" Huang Fu Nan couldn't help but ask, he had also seen this Jiang Yaoyao's violence at the Taoist Conference before, but he didn't expect that after so many years, instead of getting better, she was even more violent than before.

Xun'er also couldn't help shrinking her neck, if such a force hits a person's body, can this person still live?

Only Huang Tingyu on the side kept frowning, arching her nose, smelling something, "Why did I smell a smell of demonic beasts here?" It's still that powerful smell of Warcraft! ”

Due to Jiang Yaoyao's astonishing destructive power, the organizing committee had to replace the tables of the people around her with new ones, and replaced her table with a table made of dark iron, and also set up a protective shield around her to prevent her from any more amazing actions that would affect the players next to her.

Even so, the players next to her all asked to change positions, they didn't dare to stay by her side any longer, maybe they would come back like this again, and then destroy all the things they had worked so hard to refine.

In desperation, the judges had to transfer Jiang Yaoyao to a remote corner, and took a lot of prohibitions around her, so they relieved her to continue carving, this is just lettering, if this is a real refining device, then this competition venue must be demolished!

After talking about Jiang Yaoyao, who is a disaster party, let's take a look at the embroidered Xiao Yan.

I saw that Xiao Yan was now engrossed, constantly adjusting the vibration frequency of his immortal qi, and then looking at the half of the iron piece in front of him, it was now full of holes, and it was covered with dense small holes of different depths, and some directly penetrated this iron piece.

After his continuous adjustment, he finally found the most suitable vibration frequency.

"Whew! Finally it worked! ”

Xiao Yan looked at the piece of iron in front of him that had been poked by him, shook his head helplessly, and then with a shock of his palm, a wisp of flame swallowed this half of the iron sheet in it, and it didn't take long for him to refine an identical iron needle again, with the backup of this iron needle, his chances of winning were even greater.

From the beginning of the game to the present, Xiao Yan has spent more than ten days, nearly half of the game time has passed, and Xiao Yan can be said to have not started yet, and then look at the other players, although they can't imitate Jiang Yaoyao and can't learn Xiao Yan's way, but this does not affect their continued competition.

Since the rules of the competition say that the neatness of the handwriting is not required, then they only need to be able to engrave the words, no matter what so many methods, so they had to pick up the huge iron cone and hammer, and slowly carve it on the small piece of iron little by little, but they didn't have Jiang Yaoyao's strength, and besides, they didn't dare to use so much strength.

There was no one in the entire arena who spoke, there was only the sound of ping-pong percussion, everyone was holding their breath and working hard to engrave, only that Jiang Yaoyao, although a lot of barriers had been set up around her, people could still sense the fierce battle inside from the vibration of the ground from time to time.

Xiao Yan buried his head very low, almost his face was about to stick to the table, his eyes were fixed on the thin tip of the iron needle, but if you looked closely, you could find that the iron needle in his hand did not completely touch the iron piece, but hung in the air at a very close distance from the iron piece!

Although the iron needle did not really come into contact with the iron piece, there was still an obvious dent left on the iron sheet, and if you look closely, you can find that under the tip of his iron needle, there is a gossamer-like breath that is constantly vibrating up and down rapidly, and with the high-speed vibration of this breath, one tiny dot after another was left on the iron plate, and these dots one after another finally converged into the short horizontal that Xiao Yan is writing now.

But this method seems to be very physically exhausting, just this short horizontal has already made Xiao Yan's forehead sweat, although his breathing is still steady, but from his pounding heartbeat, you can know Xiao Yan's current condition.

Drop it!

A drop of sweat dripped down Xiao Yan's cheek and fell onto the iron plate he was carrying, and a gorgeous splash was smashed on the iron plate that was scorched by the sun.

As time passed, the sweat on Xiao Yan's face became even more, and the beads of sweat flowed down drop by drop, his entire body seemed to have been washed with water, and his clothes seemed to be oozing water.

"What the hell is Xiao Yan doing? Why did his expression make me feel so painful? Isn't it just to engrave a word? Why does it feel like he's almost out of strength? Xun'er was very distressed when she saw Xiao Yan like this, and even when she was fighting with others, she didn't feel that he was in such pain.

"Xiao Yan, you can come on! I've put all my wealth on you, and don't let me down. Huang Fu Nan put his hands together on his chest, and kept praying for Xiao Yan.