Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Chang Le couldn't help frowning when he heard the word 'play' in Gongyi Lin's mouth. This man is not very old, and his temper is too arrogant.

Gong Yilin saw her hesitation and said, "If the elders announce the final reward later, do you think they will let anyone who knows?"

Chang Le couldn't help but clenched her fingers tightly, "Then what do you want to do?"

Gongyilin said in an old-fashioned way: "As the saying goes, there must be a way for a car to reach the mountain... Cough, why are you pecking me again?"

He lowered his head and stared at the culprit.

The little bird's dark eyes were obviously full of sarcasm, mocking Gong Yilin, who knew nothing about crafting, but was instigating others to help him get the first place.

I don’t know how many times I have heard him say this saying that there must be a way before a car reaches the mountain. It is true that every time there is a way to go, it is a broad road that is stepped on other people’s faces or shoulders.

Chang Le stared at one person and one bird curiously, "Do you also get along like this on weekdays?"

Gong Yilin, "It's far more violent than what you've seen," he shrugged, "I can't help it, blame him for being too enthusiastic."

As soon as the words came out, it was no surprise that he was slapped with a wing.

Seeing the red marks on his face, Chang Le couldn't help laughing.

Gong Yilin, "You just need to concentrate on the game for a while." He looked at Chang Le with a slight smile on his face, "It's you, if you wear a pink skirt."

Chang Le was taken aback, "Pink skirt?"

Gongyilin nodded, and pointed at the green leaves above with his slender fingers, "The green leaves must match the pink skirt, it must be beautiful."

Hearing the word 'beautiful', he clearly knew that what he meant was color matching, but Chang Le couldn't help but think of himself, and a faint blush appeared on his face.

"You like pink?" she asked.

"White is my favorite."

Chang Le frowned lightly, "White?"

"Let's just say it casually," Gongyilin said with a smile, "prizes and everything else are for later. Finish the competition first, and don't worry about the rest. Everything is up to me."

It's obviously an ordinary face, but it gives people the feeling of indescribable determination and confidence. Chang Le's heart can't help but settle down. She nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Gong Yilin's gaze was like a deep pool of clear pools, gentle and tolerant, looking in the direction of the group, "That's it, if you stay here for too long, people will be suspicious."

Chang Le couldn't meet such gazes, so she quickly turned her back, said "yes" softly, and walked back with her head buried.

Looking at her back, the smile on the corner of Gong Yilin's mouth gradually dissipated, and when he looked up again, there was another young man with low self-esteem and ordinary face.

"Did you live all these years only to learn how to trick people?" The voice of the little bird came coldly.

Gongyilin thought for a while, and said seriously: "Thank you for recognizing my beauty."

No matter how beautiful the trick is, Qinghe can still see Gongyilin's real purpose at a glance: to deliberately lure Chang Le into a distraction, so that she can concentrate on the game.

It should be a repulsive style, but the phrase "I love white most" pleased him again.

Heidouyan lingered on Gongyilin's face for two seconds. How could someone be so annoying yet uncontrollably liking?

While it was exploring, Elder Baibeard had already come out, and Gongyilin also returned to his group, not forgetting to lower his head and whisper to the little bird, "Would you like to make a bet and see if he will tell you the final prize?" ?” At this point, he paused, “I almost forgot, the last bet, it looks like I’m going to win.”

The little bird didn't make a sound, but it didn't deny it either.

However, Gongyilin beamed with joy, "I said earlier that Li Chang'an's death and Elder Tianyuan's unprovoked attack on me will eventually be linked together."

There are so many coincidences in this world.

As he spoke, he plucked the soft feathers of the little bird dishonestly with his fingers, "Remember you still owe me a little song."

Unexpectedly, the little bird didn't peck him hard this time, nor did he flap his wings to slap him. Gong Yilin wondered, when did this guy become so talkative?

No matter how active Gongyi Lin's mind is, it is impossible to guess Dao Qinghe's state of mind at this time. For Qinghe, he has already got the person he wants most. You know, Qinghe naturally doesn't care about side details.

Who is the biggest winner, everyone cares about.

"First of all, I regret to tell everyone that after discussing the final prize, the old man and the other elders agreed that it is better not to talk about it for the time being, but..."

Disappointment flashed across everyone's eyes, and they waited with bated breath, waiting for the next words of "but".

"Everyone came from a long distance, and it is the host's fault to let everyone leave empty-handed. In order to comfort everyone, except for the final winner and the best three groups, each refiner is free to take away a piece of equipment. furnace."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look down at the refining furnace in their hands, they couldn't put it down. With so many senior refining masters present, it may be difficult to win the championship, but they still have confidence in competing for the top [-].

Those who came here were all well-known craftsmen, with a sense of self-identity and arrogance in their bones.

For these genuine craftsmen, almost all secretly swear in their hearts: bravely fight for the top [-]!

For Gong Yilin, a parallel importer, he is full of passion and courage: first, who else is it!

"The old man said so, do you have any objections?" The elder looked around the crowd, "If you still have concerns, you still have a chance to retire now."

Most people shook their heads subconsciously. They have come to this point. Even if there is no refining furnace, they have to fight for fame.

Chang Le's eyes lit up when he heard the word 'retirement', and he looked at Gong Yilin reflexively, and found that the other party was standing quietly in a corner, with neither sad nor happy expression, as if he could sense her gaze, which contained Encouragement, nodded.

Chang Le couldn't help suppressing the idea of ​​retiring, just as that person said, even if he retires now, he might be silenced in the dark, so it's better to take one step at a time.

Seeing that no one refuted it, the elder looked satisfied, "Since everyone has made up their minds, the competition will officially start later, and I will explain the rules in detail again."

Even though they knew it was a competition between two groups, everyone still listened attentively.

"A total of ten groups, two groups of matches, a total of five rounds, there is no limit to the competition time, but if more than one stick of incense does not refine a low-grade treasure, it will be considered eliminated. Refining middle-grade treasures is also regarded as elimination."

As for the top-grade treasures, the elder did not say anything, and no one asked questions. Even if they have confidence in their own abilities, no one dares to pat their chests and say that I can refine high-grade treasures. Among them, there are only a handful of people who can refine high-grade treasures. Each of them has left a strong mark in the history of the mainland. The tragic fight, thus the beginning of the troubled times.

The methods, habits, and experience of the refiner are different, and the refining time is also ever-changing. Some refiners even do nothing for a month before refining, and specialize in retreat for meditation. The refiner competition will never be clear. There is a set time, but there will always be a disguised limit to the competition time, and it is extremely strict. Take this time as an example, it will take a day or two for a skilled craftsman to refine a treasure, even if it is a low-grade weapon.

And it takes only a stick of incense to refine low-grade treasures, and it is just around the corner to become a master of refining in the future who can reach this level.

Soon, each group sent a representative to draw lots, and repeated the five numbers from [-] to [-], and those who got the same number were compared in order. Out of politeness and humility, each group selected a female refiner Going forward to draw lots, Gong Yilin was placed in the third round. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the result, and whispered to the little bird: "It would be a waste of a talent like me not to put it in the opening or the finale."

"Is there a difference?" Little Quiniao said indifferently, "Anyway, you're going to ruin this game soon."

Gongyilin: ...

He had tasted the taste of being speechless.

Many people think that a refiner needs absolute silence when refining a weapon, but it is not true. When the level of the refiner reaches a certain level, when the refiner invests in the refiner, he will automatically block the five senses. No matter what happens outside, he will not Affect his refining plan.

When to put what materials, whether the fire should be weak or strong, like extremely precise numbers, they have kept accounts in their hearts.

When the first round of the competition started, it was absolutely quiet at first, but later, as time passed, the nervousness of the other forging masters gradually calmed down, and they began to whisper about the techniques of the forging masters who were in the competition .

"The first one to refine mica ore must be to refine a flying magic weapon."

"Not necessarily, maybe it's armor. You should know that using mica to smelt a defensive magic weapon will have a high success rate."

……

Even Chang Le, who was still worried about his personal safety, was staring intently at the refiner who was refining the weapon. To be able to watch so many master refiners at the same stage at close range, for any refiner, it is amazing. Valuable experience.As for watching the battle outside Gongyi Forest, he had nothing else to think about except getting sleepy.

Two sticks of incense passed in a flash of time, and the last craftsman in the first round finished refining. Gong Yilin raised his head. It was now the most poisonous sun, and his eyes were dazzled.

The [-] artifacts were numbered and sent to the main hall to be judged by the judges. In the first round, there was not much suspense. The level of the two groups of refining artifacts was similar, but one of them had a refining master refining middle-grade treasures One middle-grade treasure is enough to be worth ten low-grade treasures, and everyone knows who will win the first round of finals.

But in the second round, the competition was much more intense. The two groups were evenly matched, and even the Artifact Refiner Guild found it difficult to judge. While the referee was still making a decision, the third round of competition had officially begun.

There is no doubt that Gongyilin's group is the one that attracts the most attention. To be precise, there is one person who has attracted all the attention.

The blood-red pupils just glanced at the crowd lightly, and those who were touched by that gaze couldn't help but have the idea of ​​retreating. Ouyang Jing and the killing demon who killed [-] loose immortals in the Northern Desolation Realm couldn't help but think about it. It was the same person who guessed deeper.

They are both Tianjiao, one came to participate in the Artifact Refining Competition grandly, but the other wanted to hide his name and even cover his real face. On the surface, Ouyang Jing was much more respectable than Gong Yilin.

But Gongyilin was the one who hid in the dark to observe the whole situation. The little bird put away its bored gaze, and Heidou stared at Gongyilin closely. It was sure that Gongyilin was ready to retreat completely during this trip.

Just as everyone was suspicious of each other and had their own thoughts, the third round of competition officially kicked off.