Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gong Yilin stepped forward together with the group members, without the slightest panic, but with a trace of regret in his eyes.

Why regret?

There are only over 100 people on the field, and he prefers to appear in the spotlight.

"Calm down." The little bird secretly reminded him, "You look like a peacock spreading its tail."

Gong Yilin paused, and saw the surprised eyes of the people around him, and felt that something was not in line with his current personality. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and saw the face of a calm young man again.

After receiving the materials and setting up the refining furnace, Gongyilin secretly estimated the value of these refining materials in his heart, while his group members focused on another group that appeared together, they were both competitors, the winner was slightly too big, the difference between people Common sense.

In fact, in essence, other spectators and even the elders are more optimistic about the group of Gongyilin. Three of the top ten are in this group, and there is even No.1 Ouyang Jing. No matter how you look at it, it is even more unique. Advantage.However, the competition in the second group obviously did not lose its focus. Although there are top ten members, the Gongyilin group also has three members who were in the bottom ten of the previous assessment, and the other group of ten members are all in the top thirty, and there is one more In the assessment, it is No.5, and its strength is relatively balanced.

The incense was lit, and the third round of competition officially began.

As early as the first two rounds of group competition, most people had already conceived the magic weapon to be refined in their minds for a while. Basically, the moment the incense burned, everyone started to move.

Chang Le's technique is the most beautiful, perfectly separating the impurities in the mica ore. Entering the refining furnace, and the female refining master with a proud figure who is in the same group as Chang Le is not bad, and her fire control skills are so good that even the elders who supervise the competition take a look at it. His housekeeping skills, the dragon fights with the tiger for a while, makes people dazzled.

But the most eye-catching one was Ouyang Jing.

The color of his flame is very light, almost transparent white, with a few traces of orange mixed in the middle, a weak wisp, blown by the wind, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

But it was such a flame, when it appeared, the flames in the hands of other refiners couldn't help but tremble.

"The Nether Fire, it's the Nether Fire!" Someone shouted out loud.

Hearing the word 'Ghost Fire', the hands of the other craftsmen who were still in the assessment trembled, almost causing a major event, but they didn't resent the person who yelled, because they also felt the same way when they heard the word 'Ghost Fire'. Surprised.

Netherfire is the overlord of the fire, and a small fingernail can melt a whole mine. Some craftsmen couldn't help but put down their work and looked up in Ouyang Jing's direction. In the faint flames, there was With the terrifying power of thunder and critical strikes, the crackling sounds make people fearful.Ouyang Jing raised his left hand, and there was an ear-piercing roar, and the mica mine was directly blasted by the sparks in the middle, and then a little flame wrapped its outer layer, directly melting it quickly.

The whole process was heart-wrenching to watch.

Chang Le took a look, and was startled, but at this moment Ouyang Jing raised his eyes, his blood-red eyes swept over them, and his thin lips parted slightly, "You guys, do you have nothing to do?"

His voice was very cold and calm, like the biting cold wind in February, which shrank people's shoulders, but regained clarity.Realizing that this is an assessment, everyone hurriedly resumed their work, not daring to be distracted.

"Trash." Ouyang Jing's lips moved, and he lowered his head again, without taking another look.

The two words were not loud, but with a sense of supreme majesty, they fell forcefully in everyone's ears.

Some people feel angry, but they dare not speak too much, they can only slander a few words in their hearts.

At this moment, another person caught the attention of the spectators. Before, everyone's eyes were focused on Ouyang Jing, and they didn't pay much attention to the other contestants. Now they calmed down, only to realize that there was a person who stood out from the crowd , with long hair fluttering, stood in front of the refining furnace with his hands tied, motionless.

At first, everyone could still think that he was meditation, but as time passed, seeing that the other party hadn't moved, their faces became a little weird.

"Could it be...that No.2 just now is a fake?"

"Even if you win the second place with a treasure made by others, it's time to start now, and it won't be impossible at all."

The young man who spoke had no idea that his words hit the truth.

The person who stood motionless was Gong Yilin, his eyes fell on the refining furnace, and he looked a little silly.

In fact, Gongyilin was sending a message to the little bird's spiritual sense, "How is this refining furnace used? Do you want to lift the lid?"

"Is it better to put the materials in separately or together, will they explode?"

"You see, this refining furnace looks pretty good, but it's a bit small. If we don't put some water, we can still cook hot pot."

The little bird was annoyed by his quarrel, so he pecked him, "Shut up."

With the lesson of blood, Gong Yilin calmed down.

At this time, the voices of discussion on the field became louder, and they all suspected that Gong Yilin's No. The fledgling boy was even more dissatisfied.

"It's bad luck for the members who are in the same group as him."

"Who said no, I thought it was a very interesting game, but the result was too disappointing."

What's more, he spoke unceremoniously, "It's really a rat droppings that ruined a pot of porridge."

Even Ouyang Jing glanced at it from the corner of his eye and frowned slightly.

Surrounded by rumors and rumors, Gongyilin remained calm, only to see that there seemed to be a little glimmer of light on his fingertips, but this little glimmer changed the faces of the spectators who were still talking sarcasticly just now. A strange look appeared, before Ouyang Jing's Netherfire just let him take a high look, but when he came to Gongyilin, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Ouyang Jing's flame is only translucent, but the point that popped out from Gongyilin's fingertips is actually a dazzling silver light. That dazzling light seems to be an existence that crushes everything. Even Ouyang Jing can feel some Under the pressure, the faces of the other refiners were even more pale, and the flames in their hands were extinguished immediately if they were defeated.

Chang Le was the most surprised. Before, she only thought that Gong Yilin was a genius who could be seen. She paid more attention to the beautiful bird that followed Gong Yilin, but now the flames When she came out, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, her red lips moved a few times, and she finally said in an unbelievable tone: "Huang, Huang Quanhuo..."

Netherfire is the overlord of fire, but Huangquanhuo is the emperor of fire!

According to ancient books, Huangquanhuo is a terrifying flame that can burn even the undead and refine the sky!

"How is it possible," Elder Baibeard murmured, "Huangquanhuo is impossible to exist in this world. According to legend, it is a flame that only the dead can control."

At first, the little bird was stunned by the flames suddenly shining from Gongyilin, but it quickly saw what others hadn't seen. Gongyilin is a ghost cultivator, and it's not surprising that he can master Huangquanhuo. On the surface, he should become a world-shattering craftsman, so he could live up to the flame, but the fire in Huangquan is too strong, no crafting furnace can hold it, basically as long as it touches a little bit of flame, it will be melted away.

Without a refining furnace, it would take at least a thousand years to refine a weapon by hand. No wonder Gongyilin didn't choose to become a refining master.

This is indeed the case. As early as when Gongyilin was young, he accidentally controlled Huangquanhuo when he was young. He was complacent at first, but he did not forget to show it in front of several senior brothers and masters, like a proud peacock spreading its tail, but everyone just looked weird You have to look at him, the eldest brother looks at him with a little bit of sympathy.

It wasn't until Gong Yilin studied the art of refining for a period of time that he looked up to the sky and sighed: Heaven is jealous of talents!

No matter how good the flame is, what's the use if there is no refining furnace for him to use!It's like when you meet a piece of good steel, but you don't have the hammer to forge it, no matter how good the material is, the ending will be in vain.

Just when everyone was getting closer and wanted to take a closer look at Huangquanhuo, Gongyilin took the initiative to extinguish the fire on his fingertips.

He returned to his motionless posture again!

The strange behavior left a strange feeling among many refiners, but no one paid any attention to it. One stick of incense has been burned out, and the second stick of incense has been lit. There is no time to waste on others. When the incense stick burned to one third, Gongyilin moved!

His movement was not to start refining the weapon, but to take a few steps back, move a small stool away from his seat, and go to a place close to the other group, watching the opponent's refining technique with great interest, pointing at the Chin, looking at Erlang's legs, it's so leisurely, so I don't forget to make some comments.

"It's wrong for you to do this. Look, as the saying goes, moisten things without making a sound. Your sword is so rough on the surface, tsk tsk." Gong Yilin frowned, "It seems that the foreplay is not done well, come on, Lubricate more."

The ones being harassed by him were the most promising craftsmen of the other party, who had just made it to the top ten in the preliminary competition of craftsmen. Hearing Gong Yilin's words at this time undoubtedly disturbed his progress, and his eyes almost burst into flames , the surface of the half-smelted sword is not rough, it is obviously the pattern he has carefully carved!

"Oh, I didn't say you," Gongyilin looked up at him, "Your strength is too bad, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about the strength of the weapon refining, but the cultivation of the warrior. The basics don’t even come.”

Artifact refiners usually have extremely high prestige, but they are obsessed with artifact refining, and their strength is often not high. There are not many people who have reached the foundation, and even fewer golden cores. Like Ouyang Jing, at a young age, there is' Known as "killing demons", he also has a very high talent for refining weapons, which is probably the first time in the history of refining weapons.

"This person is too shameless!" Even the onlookers couldn't stand Gongyilin's brazenness, "Please ask the elders to 'invite' him out."

Hearing the discussion, Gong Yilin turned his head to the side, his face full of displeasure, as if he had been wronged, "Expelled from the venue? Tell me, which rule did I violate?"

The person who spoke just now was taken aback by the question. Indeed, the Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners only required the finals to be completed within the specified time, and there were no other requirements. It is estimated that even the person who made the rules at the beginning did not expect such a person to exist. Such shameless behavior interferes with the performance level of the opposing team.

At this time, Gong Yilin started to ramble again, "If you want me to say, building a foundation is the same as stirring a foundation, by the way, you may not know what a stirring a foundation is, the elder brother said that a stirring a foundation is a gender collision, yes A liberation from freedom in the history of human civilization is a pursuit of truth and a..."

"Shut up!" The craftsman couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head and yelled at Gong Yilin, "Get lost!"

This roar undoubtedly disturbed his own state of mind. You must know that a craftsman often enters a state of selflessness in the second half of the crafting process. It will be reduced by [-]%.

Take this craftsman as an example, he could have steadily refined a middle-grade treasure, but because of Gongyilin's mixing, he was undoubtedly reduced to a low-grade artifact.

Seeing this, the other craftsmen had no time to scold Gong Yilin for being shameless, and they only prayed that this ancestor would not be too tempted to go to them.

Fortunately, Gong Yilin accepted it as soon as he saw it, stretched himself, and returned to the group, hiding his merit and fame.

The only intriguing thing is that when he walked past Ouyang Jing, he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "They have abolished the most powerful one. As long as you try to refine the middle-grade and high-quality treasures, won't you be the winner?" We belong."

The word "we" fell on Ouyang Jing's ears, but it was extremely harsh. The other party did nothing, but he could enjoy the benefits, but he still wanted to seize this opportunity. After all, the final judging result was that the team was the winner.

This game, before it was over, the winner had already been decided.

Unless the other group performed extremely well and four of them could refine middle-grade treasures, they would definitely lose. Gong Yilin was almost certain that Ouyang Jing, Chang Le, and the old man who was at odds with Chang Le, Even the proud female craftsman, the young master of the Du family, can forge medium-grade treasures, and Ouyang Jing's final treasure is definitely the best among all medium-grade treasures, crushing all refiners the existence of the teacher's work.

The result was not unexpected. When Ouyang Jing lifted the cover, the brilliance overflowed, proving that a very high-quality treasure was born. It was originally a scene that should make people feel dizzy. There is some hopelessness in my heart.

In the third round, the Gongyilin group won!

Because of the 'man-made accident' in the last round, at the beginning of the fourth round of competition, the elder specially added a rule: Do not interfere with the refining of other refiners, otherwise they will be considered eliminated.

As the biggest "hero" of this battle, Gong Yilin greeted the complicated eyes of the team members, as well as the angry eyes of the weapon master who was competing in the same field just now, especially the weapon master who was disturbed by him. I will definitely come up and fight with him!

For the fourth round of competition, Gong Yilin was not interested. He yawned and lazily moved the stool out of the field, lying on the outer circle with his eyes closed. Chang Le looked at him from a distance. He said something, but when he saw the young master of the Du family walking over, he hesitated for a while, and then he didn't follow.

"He should thank you."

Gongyilin was lying on his stomach, feeling a shadow over his head, raised his head, and saw the young master of the Du family hugging his refining furnace tightly, and said something inexplicable.

"It's really thanks to me that I won the game." Gong Yilin said shamelessly.

"I mean the craftsman who was disturbed by you." The young master of the Du family still looked arrogant, perhaps because of his appearance, fair skin, pointed chin, small face, male and female appearance, always giving people a tricky look However, when you get in touch with him, you will find that this person is more like a nagging Taoist priest, crazy in his bones, "He was obviously in a state of madness when he was refining the weapon just now, and if he doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid his life is in danger. "

"It's just a coincidence," Gongyilin said with a calm expression, "Even if he doesn't go crazy, I won't let him succeed. After all, it's a competition, and it's only about winning or losing, regardless of the means."

The young master of the Du family looked at him, took a strange handprint on his chest with both hands, and then walked away staggeringly holding the refining furnace.

"I don't know if it's an illusion." Gong Yilin looked at the back of the young master of the Du family, tapped his fingers on the stool, "I have a familiar feeling about him."

"Are you trying to say how similar his personality is to yours?" Xiao Quiniao sarcastically said.

"No," Gongyilin shook his head, his eyes fixed, "the air of death, I feel the air of death when I am on his body."

After listening, the little bird was slightly silent.

"Do you think my team members are very interesting?" Gong Yilin said suddenly, the corners of his lips were curved, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Ouyang Jing has a devilish energy in his body, and Chang Le has the blood of the demon race in his body. Now Du The young master is still haunted by death." As he said, he held the little bird tightly in his arms, making a frightened expression, "I'm like a lost lamb, strayed into a group of wolves, tigers and leopards."

His cheek was close to the feathers on the neck of the little bird, but his hands dishonestly reached out to its tail, and squeezed it fearlessly, "What should I do, I'm a little panicked."

Little Quiniao: ... Hehe.