"Ding, we found that the forging material "fine iron" was produced in the Yan Dynasty."
Lin Fan held it in his hand and weighed it. It was not light in weight. It was just a palm-sized piece of fine iron. The average craftsman might not even be able to build a weapon, but Lin Fan was a systematic person. With just this piece of iron, he could
Create a medium-grade weapon.
According to common sense, no matter how high-end a craftsman is, it is impossible to make a medium-grade weapon out of fine iron. In Lin Fan's view, this professional craftsmanship obviously has a BUFF bonus, which can improve the quality of the weapon.
level.
Lin Fan threw a piece of fine iron into the stove.
"Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade long sword. The experience of the craftsman sect is +100."
"Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade dagger, the craftsman experience +100."
….
Nowadays, middle-grade weapons are of no use to Lin Fan, and in the outer sect, low-grade weapons are the most useful. As long as he exchanges enough Qi Accumulating Pills, Lin Fan immediately upgrades, and then rushes to the inner sect to cause trouble.
"Ding, congratulations on your sub-professional upgrade to level two of the Craftsman Sect."
When Lin Fan continued to move, he suddenly heard this pleasant sound, and the material, fine iron, had been consumed.
There are a total of forty low-grade weapons in the backpack at the moment. As long as nothing happens and he sells a few weapons, he can upgrade them properly.
Boom, boom boom…….
At this time someone knocked on the door again.
"Senior Brother Yin, what's wrong?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Nowadays, the only people who are considered familiar in the sect are Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Ni.
"Junior brother Lin, the inner sect brothers are coming to the outer sect to compete today. Do you want to go and have a look?" Yin Mochen said excitedly.
"A martial arts contest?" Lin Fan was stunned, "Senior Brother Yin, if the inner sect doesn't compete in martial arts, what are you doing in the outer sect?"
"This is a long-standing tradition of the sect. The inner sect brothers come to the outer sect to compete. Firstly, it is to give us junior brothers some motivation. Secondly, after the competition is over, the outer sect brothers can consult with the inner sect brothers about their cultivation.
Some of the problems encountered." Yin Mochen said.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed that this was to go back to his alma mater and give the juniors who were admitted to Tsinghua University a chance to work hard and get into Tsinghua and Peking University.
However, Lin Fan really didn't have much interest in these, but Lin Fan wanted to see what the cultivation level of these inner sect brothers was like.
"Okay, senior brother, let's go then." Lin Fan said.
"Well, let's hurry up, otherwise we won't even have a place to stand." Yin Mochen said hurriedly.
This time of year is when the outer sect brothers are most excited, because long-standing worries can be solved by the inner sect brothers.
When Lin Fan and Senior Brother Yin arrived at the scene, the place was already crowded with people, and there was a square competition platform in front. It was paved with blue bricks and had clear corners. Around the competition platform, there were four dragon pillars, which were powerful.
Extraordinary.
"Junior brother, let's go over there. There are fewer people there." Yin Mochen looked around, and finally saw that there were fewer people on the other side. Standing here, he couldn't see the situation on the stage at all. This kind of person can see the inner disciples with his own eyes.
The competition only happens once a year. If you miss this time, you will have to wait until the next year.
When Lin Fan and Yin Mochen stood in place, someone finally came to the competition stage.
A group of men and women in bright clothes fell from the sky, like immortals descending. When these inner disciples fell, the cheers of the outer disciples on the field became even more intense.
This group of inner disciples is attracting the attention of everyone at this moment, like superstars in their prime, enjoying the cheers of others.
Lin Fan looked at the group of inner disciples on the stage and looked at them carefully.
Innate fifth level.
The fourth level of innateness.
Innate eighth level.
….
The ninth level of innateness.
Among this group of inner sect disciples, the one with the highest cultivation level is the second level of the God, which is far behind Meng Yangquan.
And this second-level inner sect disciple, who should be the person in charge this time, stood on the stage and said a few words to the people around him, then led them to the high chair in front.
Lin Fan paid attention to this disciple who was in the second level of trance. Lin Fan could feel the powerful aura that was being restrained from his body.
"The competition begins..." At this moment, the man sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Although the sound was not loud, it was like thunder in the sky, shaking many outer disciples distracted and turning pale.
"So strong..." Lin Fan was shocked. It seemed that he could not underestimate anyone.
Acquisition and innateness are an insurmountable gap, and innateness and trance are even more different.
At this moment, two inner disciples were floating on the stage. They looked at each other, then cupped their hands and clasped their fists.
From Lin Fan's point of view, these two people were both inner disciples of the seventh level of Xiantian. Although their auras were not as powerful as those of the second level of incarnation, they still gave Lin Fan a very dangerous feeling.
"Start." The inner disciple sitting above him is like the emperor who controls the world. His words and deeds are full of supreme majesty, making people irresistible.
"Yan..."
At this moment, there seemed to be a dragon's roar resounding across heaven and earth.
The long sword carried by the two disciples on their backs shot out of the air, shining with a layer of light attached to the sword.
"Awesome, really awesome." Yin Mochen looked at the two senior brothers on the stage with gleaming eyes.
"This is the innate realm."
….
Lin Fan looked at the two inner disciples competing on the stage, and his heart was beating loudly.
It’s too boring, it’s really too boring.
This is the exercise. It seems that I must go to the library to borrow a few books and study them carefully. It is so gorgeous and gorgeous.
"Junior brother, have you seen it? These are the senior brothers from the inner sect. They are too strong. I don't know when I will be like the senior brothers." Yin Mochen looked at him with envy and didn't know what to say.
"It's almost, it's almost..." Lin Fan watched intently, feeling a little excited.
"Hey, junior brother, senior brother knows that I may have no hope of entering the inner sect in this life." Yin Mochen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes and wanted to tell his senior brother that I was talking about myself, but seeing that junior brother Yin was so unsure of himself, Lin Fan felt that he needed to enlighten him.
When the competition between the two inner disciples on the stage ended, the outer disciples in the audience cheered loudly and were even more shocked than before.
"The following is the guidance session. Is there anyone willing to compete with the two senior brothers? Of course there will be no casualties." The second-level inner disciple on the seat said.
At this moment, the outer disciples in the audience started whispering to each other. This session was very interesting. Many outer disciples wanted to go up, but they were embarrassed. They were afraid that their cultivation level was too low and they would not be able to get into the eyes of their senior brothers.
not worth.
There has been an example like this before. A junior fellow student came up to give guidance. Later, the senior fellow mentored by this guidance was criticized as worthless. Later, because of his weak mind, he could no longer be stubborn, and he was so useless.
Lin Fan, who was standing in the audience at this time, suddenly became happy.
Went up to compete, and there were no casualties. If I succeeded in stealing the peach, I wouldn't be too big.
"I...I'll..." At this moment, Lin Fan raised his hand without thinking.
"Junior brother..." Yin Mochen was stunned and looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.
PS: Many people have said they love me recently. What should I do? I know I am stunningly handsome. Hey...