Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

The next day, in the square of the Weapon Refining Guild, a new round of Weapon Refining Competition began again.

The twenty-one shortlisted contestants were re-numbered this time, and Fu Ling'er drew number fourteen this time. The position was arranged and could not be chosen freely.

This time her position was in the middle. The contestants on both sides were old men with gray hair and childish faces. Fu Ling'er seriously suspected that they had made themselves like this on purpose. Didn't they say that the moment a monk advanced to the golden elixir, his appearance would be permanent? In addition to being able to adjust the changes in appearance at will, who would want to look old unless he is seriously injured and unable to stay young?

She still remembers that Beauty Pill is the best-selling item in Qiankun Auction House?

"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang," the ringing of the bell on the high platform brought Fu Linger back from his divergent thoughts.

Thinking a little too much, Fu Ling'er came back to his senses and immediately paid attention to today's game content.

"Congratulations to all the players for participating in the second competition. I hope you can use your best strengths and achieve good results today.

Okay, without further ado, all contestants please listen carefully to what I’m going to say next.

Today's competition content is to continue yesterday's project, and the materials are still provided by the guild, so the magic weapons you refine still have to be turned in.

Today's refining content was unanimously decided by the judges. It requires all contestants to refine a mysterious mid-grade magic weapon, Flying Boots. Everyone knows that these flying boots are flying magic weapons.

All players are invited to start refining now. It will end in two hours and the countdown will begin below. "Finally finished speaking, the presiding elder couldn't help but sweat. He seemed to have talked too much nonsense again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the players on the field started refining. As soon as Fu Ling'er's flame came out, the flames under the refining furnace of the two old men beside him trembled and almost went out. The two of them hurriedly increased the flames. The output of spiritual power stabilized the flame.

The two of them looked at the flames under Fu Ling'er's refining furnace and knew clearly that it was a strange fire.

Only strange fire can prevent their flames from making mistakes. You must know that their flames are also rare earth fires. Unexpectedly, they encountered strange fire today, and they couldn't help but curl up like quail.

An Jiawen, who was in the first row, also took out the strange fire. This was when he returned to the family before. His father knew that he would participate in the competition this time and prepare to break through to the master of weapon refining, so his father took the family's special fire. The disciple gave him the strange fire he brought back from the training, hoping that he would become a master of weapon refining in one fell swoop and shine on his family.

His strange fire also has a nice name, called Qinglian Burning Sky Flame, ranking tenth among the top ten strange fires. This was the strange fire that the An family leader had sacrificed dozens of subordinates and spent a lot of effort to obtain.

Now that Yihuo has been successfully contracted by his son, all his hopes are pinned on his son. At this time, Patriarch An was sitting in the stands watching his son's game.

Seeing his son take out the strange fire, he couldn't help but feel proud. The outstanding and dazzling person on the high platform is his son. Master An's face couldn't help but be filled with a smile.

The players have already started refining, putting various materials into the furnace. This time there are many types of materials, seventeen in total. However, these mid-grade Xuan-level flying boots should not be too simple for Fu Ling'er.

She was still smelting the essence of the material unhurriedly. President Xi Zeqin was still observing Fu Ling'er from time to time. He was full of curiosity about this girl. After yesterday, he ordered someone to find the information filled out by Fu Ling'er.

From the information, Xi Zeqin learned that this girl's name was Fu Ling'er, and she was only a fifth-level weapon refiner, and her rank was very low. But now it seems that Fu Ling'er's weapon-refining level is definitely higher than level five. He probably hasn't taken the weapon-refining level test after level five.

Xi Zeqin now feels that An Jiawen, the favorite in the weapon-refining competition this time, may encounter Waterloo. Look at that girl's refining techniques, her calm mind, and her nonchalant attitude when someone blows up the furnace. She may be the biggest dark horse in this competition.

Xi Zeqin looked at his young apprentice again. He knew that this young disciple had a strange fire. The magic weapon he refined yesterday was not of a high level, so he did not take out the strange fire. Today's appearance of the strange fire really shocked everyone around him. , especially his three senior brothers and sisters.

At this time, Li Shiheng, Hong Liang, and Zhang Jingjing looked as if they had eaten something, and their faces were extremely ugly. This An Jiawen was originally more talented than them, but now he even has strange fire, so how can they compare with their junior brother? ?

They were already a long way behind their junior brother, and now they can't even catch up. I'm so angry.

Li Shiheng looked at An Jiawen's strange fire in the stands and asked Hong Liang in a low voice,

"Junior brother, where do you think my junior brother's strange fire comes from? Why haven't I heard him say that there is a strange fire before, and why didn't he show it to us senior brothers and sisters? Young junior brother is still too ignorant,"

"You don't even know. I didn't know it. I only found out today that he has strange fire. However, his strange fire should have been given to him by his father. Who told him to have a good father? Alas, how can we just I don’t have a good father,”

"Senior brother, look, it seems that the refining is about to be completed. With the strange fire, can the refining speed be so fast?" Zhang Jingjing pointed at An Jiawen.

It turned out that An Jiawen was about to refine it successfully, and he was the first to complete it. A pair of silver-gray flying boots flew out of the furnace. An Jiawen held it in his hand and admired the results of his refining. Fortunately, there were no flaws and they were perfect.

Then he handed over the flying boots and went to Xi Zeqin's place to wait for the end of this round?

As usual, Fu Ling'er didn't complete the refining in the first time, but the flying boots she refined were also quite satisfactory, with no big outstanding points.

The first round of refining is over today, and after two hours of rest, the afternoon game will start again.

Nine people were eliminated in this round. Among them, two weapon refiners were old men with gray hair and childlike faces. At this time, the two old men looked downcast. I feel uncomfortable all over, they are all so old. Do you want to give up the art of refining weapons? But if you give up, you will feel extremely reluctant to give up. Alas, how to choose?

The remaining twelve players prepare for the afternoon game. Wan Qiyuan stepped forward to welcome Fu Ling'er. Fu Ling'er looked as proud as a victor returning, which made Wan Qiyuan laugh.

"Ling'er, sit down and rest for a while. I've prepared your favorite food," Wan Qiyuan said, taking out a food box.

"Huh? Yuan, I've got a sumptuous lunch here, but I haven't seen you go out before?"

"When I left the inn, I gave the second brother some reward and asked him to deliver it to us at this time,"

"Oh, then eat. You have consumed too much energy all morning, so you should eat too,"

"Slow down, no one will compete with you," Wan Qiyuan wiped the food bits from her mouth naturally.

The two of them sat in the stands and ate their meals as if no one else was around, and the people around them were also surprised. They had never seen people eating so carelessly. Besides, who among the monks still has food to eat these days? Just take a Bigu Pill and it will do the trick.

Someone was whispering to the two of them, but the two of them didn't care and just let them talk.

After resting for two hours, Fu Ling'er lay on Wan Qiyuan's lap under the parasol and fell asleep. While half asleep, the bell on the high platform rang again.

Fu Ling'er was so excited that the sleepyhead was scared away.

"Slower,"

Wan Qiyuan supported her and adjusted her clothes. Fu Ling'er twisted her stiff arms, turned around and stepped onto the high platform.