Chapter 17 The weak chicken with only ten points of experience
At this moment, Lin Fan seemed to be possessed, and kept throwing bricks into the stove, one after another.
In addition to gaining experience, what is forged is either broken or a pile of mud.
The sub-professional craftsman level has reached level 4, but what he forged is still trash. Lin Fan began to doubt his life.
Could it be that since he started a sub-career, he can only forge a pile of scrap copper and iron?
Not even scrap metal.
Lin Fan gasped and looked at the pile of waste in front of him, and his whole body almost collapsed.
"I'm not convinced..." Lin Fan roared angrily, turned on the crazy mode, reused the pile of waste in front of him, and threw it into the furnace.
"Ding, the material is damaged and disappears."
"Ding, the material is damaged and disappears."
"How could this happen?" Lin Fan looked helplessly at the empty courtyard in front of him. The original three walls were now gone, and he could see it to the end.
Except for the upgrade of the craftsman level to level four, not a single useful thing has been forged.
At this moment, Lin Fan began to doubt life and his own forging level.
It's really unscientific.
In modern times, no matter what, my brother is also a talented blacksmith enthusiast.
Why are we here, but we can't even get out a piece of trash?
After a hard day's work, the sky was getting darker, and the brothers and sisters who were watching the outer sect's assessment were all back.
"Junior Brother Lin, where is the wall of your courtyard?" Yin Mochen returned to his residence and asked in confusion when he saw Lin Fan's bare house.
"Hey, I don't know. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was gone. How was Senior Brother's external examination today?" Lin Fan didn't want to say too much, because it would be painful to say too much.
"It's very good. There are a lot of good seedlings today. It's a blessing for the sect." Yin Mochen was a little excited when he said this, but seeing that Junior Brother Lin's face was a little downcast at the moment, Yin Mochen was a little worried.
"Junior brother Lin, are you okay? Why do you look so ugly? Could it be that the injury last time has not healed yet? It's shameful that senior brother Yi is so protective of his shortcomings and won't give you a reply at all. Tomorrow, senior brother will give you an explanation." Yin Mochen
said.
"No, senior brother, I'm tired, so I'll go back first." Lin Fan said with his head raised.
"Junior Brother..." Yin Mochen looked at Junior Brother Lin with some worry. His back looked a little depressed. Is everything really okay?
….
Lin Fan lay on the bed and sighed slightly, it was such a bad day today, all the efforts were in vain, but you came up with something useful, which made my heart happy.
But throughout the whole day, nothing but rubbish disappeared, and there was not a single decent thing.
"Fuck..." Lin Fan covered himself with a quilt, said nothing, and went to sleep...
At this moment, the room became quiet, and the light of the oil lamp on the wooden table danced slowly, as if in response to Lin Fan.
The sky became darker, and except for the moon and stars shining on the earth, everything outside was quiet and peaceful.
"Ah, I don't accept it." Lin Fan suddenly sat up and lifted the quilt. He was completely sleepless.
Lin Fan didn't say anything more, stood up and left the room, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
….
In a certain residence of the outer disciples, the lights were brightly lit, and the people inside were obviously not asleep yet.
At this moment in the room, Wang Tianfeng smiled and took out a book of exercises that he just got from senior brother Yi Zhongyu today.
"Burning Palm".
The world's martial arts are divided into four levels, heaven and earth are black and yellow.
This "Burning Palm" is a low-level Xuan-level skill. For Wang Tianfeng, it is a rare skill.
The outer sect disciples can only practice Huang-level skills, and as for the Xuan-level skills, only the inner sect disciples can practice them.
Wang Tianfeng hurriedly opened the exercises and secretly memorized the inner methods. As long as he could master the "Burning Palm", Ni Mingyang would not be his opponent.
When he thought of Ni Mingyang, Wang Tianfeng became angry. This hateful guy actually went to Senior Brother Yi to report him. Fortunately, Senior Brother Yi was aware of everything and ignored this guy.
Of course, Wang Tianfeng also knew in his heart that Senior Brother Yi was disdainful of this guy because he had not yet caught his eye.
Wang Tianfeng memorized several mental techniques in his heart, and then carefully put the exercises into his arms and stored them close to his body. He sat cross-legged and worked on the mental techniques.
"Dong dong..."
At this time, Wang Tianfeng frowned, it's so late, who is knocking on the door?
"Dong dong..."
There was a constant flow of knocks on the door.
"Come on, come on, what are you doing up late at night?" Wang Tianfeng cursed.
When Wang Tianfeng opened the door, he was stunned for a moment. There was no one outside. Then he shook his head and cursed a few times, closed the door, and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the bed.
"Dong dong..."
At this moment, the knock on the door rang again.
"Who is it?" Wang Tianfeng did not get out of bed at this moment, but shouted impatiently.
When Wang Tianfeng saw the man outside still knocking on the door, his face turned livid with anger, and then he immediately got out of bed and opened the door.
But what made Wang Tianfeng even more devastated was that there was still no one outside the door.
"Who is it? Come out here. You are pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night. Grandpa will kill you." Wang Tianfeng cursed.
….
Lin Fan, who was hiding in the dark, smiled immediately when he saw the furious Wang Tianfeng, and the previous depressed mood was gone.
And when Wang Tianfeng closed the door again, Lin Fanyou quietly stepped forward, preparing to strike again.
But when Lin Fan arrived at the door, Wang Tianfeng suddenly opened the door.
Lin Fan was startled, obviously frightened.
I’m going to….
This Wang Tianfeng actually knows how to play tricks.
"Okay, it turns out it's you, kid. It seems that yesterday's lesson wasn't enough. I'm going to let you know what the consequences will be today." When Wang Tianfeng saw that it was Lin Fan, he immediately punched him without saying a word.
"Boy, I want to see who can save you tonight." Wang Tianfeng was angry at this moment. This guy provoked him again and again, which was simply testing his patience.
"Bang……."
A punch containing all Wang Tianfeng's anger hit Lin Fan. In Wang Tianfeng's opinion, this time it was not harmful to the disabled.
"Ding, congratulations on +10 experience for "The Immortal Demon Body"."
"Uh..." Lin Fan was a little shocked.
"Uh..." Wang Tianfeng was a little in disbelief.
"You..." Wang Tianfeng looked at Lin Fan in disbelief, how could this guy be okay?
But Lin Fan didn't expect that this guy only added ten points of experience to himself...
I...I'll choke...
"Good boy, Grandpa didn't use any force just now, now I'll make you feel comfortable." Wang Tianfeng obviously didn't believe that his punch would cause nothing to happen to the other party. Then he roared angrily and prepared to use all his strength to let this guy understand that he had offended him.
What a horrific outcome.
But at this moment, Wang Tianfeng's angry expression suddenly changed, becoming a little sour.
"I'm going...it's only ten o'clock, it's boring." Lin Fan rolled his eyes, then turned around and left in disgust.
"Ding, congratulations on getting +100 experience in "Monkey Stealing Peach"."
"Ding, defeat the sixth-level Wang Tianfeng the day after tomorrow, experience +500."
…
"You...you." Wang Tianfeng, who was originally so aggressive, covered his crotch and squatted down with tears streaming down his face. At this moment, a wave of sadness swept through his body.
"Lin Fan, I will fight you till death..." Wang Tianfeng used his last strength and roared with tears streaming down his face.
In the solemn night, Lin Fan's faint echo came.
"A weak chicken with only ten years of experience..."