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Chapter 17

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At this moment, it was as if Lin Fan was possessed, constantly throwing bricks into the furnace, piece after piece.

Other than increasing experience, what he forged was either broken or a pile of mud.

His blacksmith profession was already level 4, but the things he forged were still trash. Lin Fan was starting to doubt his life.

Could it be that after activating his profession, he could only forge a pile of scrap metal?

It couldn't even be considered scrap metal.

Lin Fan panted as he looked at the pile of trash in front of him, his entire person about to collapse.

"I don't accept this …" Lin Fan roared, activating Crazy Mode. He reused the pile of trash in front of him and threw it into the furnace.

'Ding … material damage vanishes.'

'Ding … material damage vanishes.'

"How could this be?" Lin Fan helplessly looked at the empty courtyard in front of him. The original three walls were now completely gone, as far as the eye could see.

Other than his blacksmith profession reaching level 4, he couldn't forge a single useful item.

At this moment, Lin Fan began to doubt his life and his own forging level.

It was not scientific, it was not scientific at all.

In the modern world, no matter what, he was also a smithing enthusiast.

Why was it that he couldn't even forge a single piece of trash here?

After working hard for an entire day, the sky darkened. The disciples who were watching the outer sect examination had all returned.

"Junior brother Lin, where are the walls of your courtyard?" Yin Mo Chen returned to his residence and saw Lin Fan's bare house, asking in confusion.

"Ah, I don't know. When I opened my eyes, it was gone. Senior brother, how was the outer sect examination today?" Lin Fan didn't want to say too much, because saying too much would only hurt.

"Not bad, there were many good seedlings today. It's the sect's fortune." Yin Mo Chen said this with some excitement. But seeing junior brother Lin's gloomy face, Yin Mo Chen was a bit worried.

"Junior brother Lin, are you okay? Why is your face so ugly? Could it be that the injuries from last time still haven't healed? Hateful, Senior Brother Yi is extremely protective and didn't even give me a reply. Tomorrow, Senior Brother will go ask for an explanation for you. "Yin Mo Chen said.

"No, Senior Brother, I'm tired. I'll go back first." Lin Fan shrugged his head.

"Junior Brother …" Yin Mo Chen looked at Junior Brother Lin worriedly. His back was a little depressed, was he really alright?

...

Lin Fan laid on the bed and sighed softly. Today was really f * cked up. All his hard work had been in vain. You should have at least come up with something useful to make me feel happy.

But for the entire day, there was nothing but trash and disappearing. There wasn't a single decent thing.

"Holy f * ck …" Lin Fan covered himself with the blanket and went to sleep without saying anything else.

At this moment, the room became quiet. The oil lamp on the wooden table flickered slowly, as if responding to Lin Fan.

The sky became even darker. Other than the moon and stars shining on the earth, everything else was quiet and peaceful.

"Ah, I'm not convinced." Lin Fan suddenly sat up and lifted the quilt. He didn't feel sleepy at all.

Lin Fan didn't say anything more. He got up and left the room, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

...

In a certain outer sect disciple's house, the lights were still bright. The people inside were obviously still awake.

At this moment, inside the house, Wang Tianfeng smiled and took out a manual. This was the manual he had just obtained from Yi Zhongyu today.

《Blazing Palm》

The world's martial techniques were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow.

This 《Blazing Palm》 was a Mystic low level martial technique. For Wang Tianfeng, this was a martial technique that he couldn't ask for more.

Outer sect disciples could only train in Yellow level martial techniques. As for Mystic level martial techniques, only inner sect disciples could train in them.

Wang Tianfeng excitedly flipped open the martial technique and memorized the mantra within. As long as he could master 《Blazing Palm》, even Ni Mingyang wouldn't be his opponent.

Thinking of Ni Mingyang, Wang Tianfeng was filled with anger. That despicable guy actually went to Senior Brother Yi to snitch on him. Luckily, Senior Brother Yi was perceptive and didn't pay attention to that guy.

Of course, Wang Tianfeng also understood that Senior Brother Yi didn't pay attention to that guy because he didn't care about him.

Wang Tianfeng memorized the mantra in his heart and then carefully put the martial technique into his clothes. He sat down cross legged and started cultivating the mantra.

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, Wang Tianfeng frowned. It was so late, who was knocking on the door?

"Dong dong..."

The knocking was endless.

"Coming, coming, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" Wang Tianfeng cursed.

But when Wang Tianfeng opened the door, he was stunned. There was no one outside. He then shook his head and cursed a few times before closing the door and hurriedly sitting down on the bed.

"Dong dong..."

At this moment, the knocking came again.

"Who is it?" At this moment, Wang Tianfeng didn't get off the bed and instead shouted impatiently.

Seeing that the person outside was still knocking on the door, Wang Tianfeng was so angry that his face turned green. He immediately got off the bed and opened the door.

But what made Wang Tianfeng even more depressed was that there was still no one outside.

"Who is it, come out! Trying to be mysterious in the middle of the night, grandpa will cut you to death." Wang Tianfeng cursed.

...

Lin Fan, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the flustered and exasperated Wang Tianfeng and immediately laughed. His previous gloomy mood was swept away.

And when Wang Tianfeng closed the door again, Lin Fan quietly walked up and prepared to do another round.

But just as Lin Fan reached the door, Wang Tianfeng suddenly opened the door.

Lin Fan was taken aback. Evidently, he was startled.

What the …

This Wang Tianfeng actually knew how to play tricks.

"Okay, so it's you, kid. Looks like yesterday's lesson wasn't enough. Today, I'll let you know what the consequences are." Seeing it was Lin Fan, Wang Tianfeng didn't say anything and immediately threw a punch.

"Kid, I want to see who can save you tonight." At this moment, Wang Tianfeng was furious. This guy had provoked him time and time again. He was simply testing his patience.

"Bang..."

A punch that contained all of Wang Tianfeng's anger landed on Lin Fan's body. From Wang Tianfeng's point of view, this time it wouldn't hurt or cripple him.

'Ding … congratulations 《Eternal Demon Body》 experience + 10.'

"Eh..." Lin Fan was a little shocked.

"Eh..." Wang Tianfeng didn't dare to believe it.

"You..." Wang Tianfeng looked at Lin Fan in disbelief. How could this guy be fine?

And Lin Fan didn't think that this guy would only give him 10 experience points...

I... What the hell...

"Good kid, grandpa didn't use much strength just now. Now I'll let you feel better." Wang Tianfeng obviously didn't believe that his punch would leave the opponent unscathed. He then roared and prepared to use all of his strength to let this guy understand how terrible the consequences of messing with him were.

But at this time, Wang Tianfeng's angry expression suddenly changed. It became a little ecstatic and a little sour.

"F * ck … it's only ten o 'clock. Boring." Lin Fan rolled his eyes, then turned around and left in disgust.

'Ding … congratulations 《Monkey Steals Peach》 experience + 100.'

'Ding … defeated sixth level precelestial Wang Tianfeng, experience + 500.'

...

"You... you." The originally aggressive Wang Tianfeng covered his crotch and squatted down with tears streaming down his face. At this moment, a wave of sadness engulfed his whole body.

"Lin Fan, I won't rest until you die..." Wang Tianfeng used the last of his strength and roared with tears streaming down his face.

In the solemn night, Lin Fan's faint voice came.

"Weakling with only 10 experience..."

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