'Ding … discovered forging material "Fine Iron", produced in the Great Yan Huang Dynasty.'
Lin Fan weighed it in his hand. It wasn't light. This palm-sized piece of fine iron might not even be enough for a normal blacksmith to forge a weapon, but Lin Fan was someone with the system. Just this piece alone was enough to forge a middle graded weapon.
According to common sense, no matter how skilled a blacksmith was, it was impossible to forge a middle graded weapon with fine iron. But from what Lin Fan saw, this profession of blacksmith clearly had a buff that could increase the grade of the weapon being forged.
Lin Fan threw a piece of fine iron into the furnace.
'Ding … congratulations on forging a lower graded long sword, blacksmith experience + 100.'
'Ding … congratulations on forging a lower graded dagger, blacksmith experience + 100.'
…
Right now, middle graded weapons were useless to Lin Fan, and in the outer sect, lower graded weapons were the most popular. As long as he could exchange for enough circulation pills, Lin Fan would immediately level up and then rush to the inner sect to wreak havoc.
'Ding … congratulations on leveling up, blacksmith level 2.'
When Lin Fan was continuing with one action, he suddenly heard this sweet sound, and the material, fine iron, was completely used up.
Right now in his bag, there was a total of 40 lower graded weapons. As long as nothing went wrong and he sold a few weapons, he would be able to level up.
Dong, dong dong …
At this time, someone knocked on the door again.
"Senior brother Yin, what's wrong?" Lin Fan smiled and asked.
Right now, the only people he was familiar with in the sect were senior brother Yin and Brother Ni.
"Junior brother Lin, today the inner sect senior brothers are coming to the outer sect to compete, do you want to go watch?" Yin Mo Chen said with some excitement.
"Compete?" Lin Fan was stunned, "Senior brother Yin, the inner sect senior brothers aren't competing in the inner sect, why are they coming to the outer sect?"
"This has been the sect's tradition for a long time. The inner sect seniors come to the outer sect to compete. First, it's to give us juniors some motivation. Second, after the competition ends, the outer sect seniors can ask the inner sect seniors about any problems they encounter during cultivation." Yin Mo Chen said.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed like the school was letting the seniors who had been admitted to Tsinghua University return to their alma mater to give these juniors something to look forward to, so that they could work hard and enter Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future.
However, Lin Fan wasn't too interested in that. But Lin Fan did want to check out the cultivation of those inner sect senior brothers.
"Alright, Senior Brother, let's go." Lin Fan said.
"En, let's hurry up, or else we won't even have a place to stand." Yin Mo Chen hastily said.
Every year, this time was the time when the outer sect seniors were the most excited. This was because all the troubles they had for a long time could be solved by the inner sect seniors.
When Lin Fan and Yin Mo Chen arrived at the scene, there was already a sea of people. Heads were moving, and in front of them was a square stage. It was paved with green bricks and had distinct edges. Around the stage, there were four dragon pillars, looking mighty and extraordinary.
"Junior brother, let's go over there. There are fewer people there." Yin Mo Chen looked left and right, and finally saw that there were fewer people on the other side. Standing here, they couldn't see the situation on the stage. This kind of competition where they could personally see the inner sect seniors was a once a year event. If they missed this time, then they could only wait for the next year.
When Lin Fan and Yin Mo Chen stood in place, people finally arrived on the stage.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky, as if immortals had descended. When these inner sect disciples landed, the outer sect disciples on the field cheered even more intensely.
This group of inner sect disciples, at this moment, was the center of attention. They were like superstars, enjoying the cheers of others.
Lin Fan looked at the group of inner sect disciples on the stage, carefully sizing them up.
Level five postcelestial.
Level four postcelestial.
Level eight postcelestial.
…
Level nine postcelestial.
In this group of inner sect disciples, the highest cultivation base was level two pericelestial, which was far from Meng Yangquan.
And this level two pericelestial inner sect disciple should be the person in charge this time. He stood on the stage and said a few words to the people next to him, then brought them to the high chair in front of him.
Lin Fan paid attention to this level two pericelestial disciple. Lin Fan could feel a strong aura from him that was being restrained.
"The battle begins …" At this time, the person sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Although the voice was not loud, it was like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking the outer sect disciples' minds and causing their faces to pale.
"So strong …" Lin Fan was shocked, it seemed he could not underestimate anyone.
There was an insurmountable gap between postcelestial and postcelestial, and the difference between postcelestial and pericelestial was like heaven and earth.
At this moment, two inner sect disciples landed on the stage, looked at each other, then cupped their fists.
From Lin Fan's point of view, these two were level seven postcelestial inner sect disciples. Although their aura was not as strong as the level two pericelestial, it still gave Lin Fan a very dangerous feeling.
"Begin." The inner sect disciple sitting on the top was like the emperor who controlled the world, every word and action was filled with supreme majesty, making people unable to resist.
"Roar …"
At this moment, a dragon's roar seemed to resound between heaven and earth.
The long swords that were carried on the backs of the two disciples broke through the air and shone brightly. The swords were covered in a layer of light.
"Amazing, this is too amazing." Yin Mo Chen's eyes were shining as he looked at the two senior brothers on the stage.
"So this is postcelestial."
…
Lin Fan looked at the two inner sect disciples fighting on the stage, his heart was also beating fast.
'Too amazing, really too amazing.'
'So this is a martial skill, looks like I have to go to the library to borrow a few books to study, too beautiful, too beautiful.'
"Junior brother, did you see that? These are the inner sect senior brothers. They're too strong. I wonder when I can be like them." Yin Mo Chen looked on with envy, not knowing what to say.
"Soon, soon …" Lin Fan watched without blinking, his heart also a little excited.
"Sigh, junior brother, I know I have no hope of entering the inner sect in this lifetime." Yin Mo Chen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, really wanting to tell his senior brother that he was talking about himself, but seeing junior brother Yin's lack of confidence, Lin Fan felt that he needed to talk some sense into him.
When the two inner sect disciples on the stage finished fighting, the outer sect disciples below the stage cheered, even more shocked than before.
"Next is the guidance segment, is there anyone willing to spar with the two senior brothers? Of course there won't be any casualties." The second level pericelestial inner sect disciple on the chair said.
At this moment, the outer sect disciples below the stage started whispering to each other. This segment was very interesting, many outer sect disciples wanted to go up, but they were too embarrassed, afraid that their cultivation base was too low, not catching the eyes of the senior brothers, and being judged as worthless by the senior brothers.
There was an example of this in the past, a junior brother went up to guide, but was later judged as worthless by the senior brother. Because his mind was not strong enough, he could not get up, and was crippled just like that.
At this moment, Lin Fan, who was standing below the stage, suddenly laughed.
Going up to spar, and no casualties, if he succeeded in stealing the peach, wouldn't he be rich?
"I … I'll go …" At this moment, Lin Fan raised his hand without thinking.
"Junior brother …" Yin Mo Chen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
PS: Recently a lot of people say they love me, what should I do, I know I'm earth shattering handsome. Sigh …
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