The four exquisite characters "Qiaodongqiang" are engraved on the ancient plaque without any modification, but they reveal a breath of vicissitudes of life, as if the font has existed since ancient times. It is not engraved in the ancient plaque, but is sleeping.
Among them, waiting for the time to wake up.
Compared with other huts, the foundry hut is extremely remote. It seems to be in a world of its own, far away from other huts. There is even a vague and desolate atmosphere in the hut, which makes Ling Fan standing in front of the hut feel as if he has fallen on ice.
Cave, the hairs on the body surface trembled.
"Is this the Foundry? It looks more like a haunted house."
After hesitating for a while and looking at the ajar wooden door of the hut, Ling Fan finally mustered up the courage and pushed open the wooden door of the hut.
Huhu...
As soon as the wooden door opened, a cold wind suddenly swept out of the house. Ling Fan, who was unprepared, turned pale and even had cold sweat on his clothes.
"How come there is wind in this house..." According to common sense, the wind should blow from outside to inside. How can there be wind blowing from inside to outside?
What made Ling Fan even more horrified was that when the sinister wind blew by, he felt a pair of hands caressing his cheek. The feeling was extremely real. This was the real reason for Ling Fan's change of expression.
The foundry hut is really weird, but now that he has come here, Ling Fan must not retreat for the sake of his gloves.
The light in the cabin was extremely dim, and it seemed to have a special magic power that blocked out the light and allowed only a small amount of light to enter the cabin. If it hadn't been for the mental training he had received over the past few days and his improved eyesight, Ling Fan would have been unable to see clearly the environment inside the cabin.
Even so, Ling Fan now had to keep his eyes open. After a while of adapting, he could only see clearly things within two meters, and anything farther away would become extremely blurry or even turn into black spots.
"Junior Ling Fan, I'm here to be my disciple. Is anyone here?" People in the rookie world are very strange and have different tempers. Ling Fan naturally would not just step into the hut casually. He immediately cupped his fists and saluted outside the house and bowed and asked.
His voice seemed to be ringing in the canyon, constantly echoing in the cabin, and disappeared without a trace after a while.
"Is there really anyone in this place?" Ling Fan was a little unbelievable. Not only was the cabin eerie and weird, but even the minimum line of sight could not be guaranteed. What kind of person would he become if he lived here for a long time?
For a long time, there was still no reply from the room. After trying a few times and still getting no response, Ling Fan was completely convinced that there was no one in the room.
Just leaving like this? Ling Fan was unwilling to give in. He didn't have much time to waste, and since Libisna asked him to come here, he certainly wouldn't let him come here in vain.
"Junior Ling Fan, I came here to ask for a pair of gloves. Since there was no response, I entered the hut presumptuously. Please forgive me, senior." Ling Fan shouted loudly, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and stepped in with a strong spirit that is not afraid of death.
Foundry hut.
As soon as Fang entered the hut, the surrounding temperature immediately dropped several degrees, and a cool feeling kept brushing over his skin, as if there were a pair of invisible hands in the air, caressing him.
A weird feeling spread throughout his body. Although Ling Fan kept trying to get rid of this feeling by shrugging his shoulders and shaking his hands, everything was in vain. The weirdness of the cabin was far beyond imagination, and it was no longer something Ling Fan could understand.
Dangdang...
As he was walking forward, Ling Fan kicked something under his feet and made two metal collision sounds. In this dark cabin, even such a normal sound made Ling Fan's heart twitch and he took a breath of cold air.
After bending down and groping for a while, I found the source of the sound. It was a piece of rusty iron embryo, the size of a palm, which had been casually thrown on the ground. It looked like it had been there for quite some time.
As he observed, Ling Fan discovered that such iron embryos were almost all over the ground of the hut. In this empty hut, there was no finished equipment at all, only various metal embryos, and almost all of them were covered with rust.
"Mr. Lipisner won't let me come here in vain. There must be something I need here."
The hut was not very big. After groping for about ten minutes in the dark, Ling Fan walked around every corner of the hut. I have to admit that this hut was filled with a sinister atmosphere, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything.
What's special.
Hulong!
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the hut, and a green light flashed past. Although the light was weak, it was very dazzling in the hut, and Ling Fan couldn't help but close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find a group of light green flames floating in the void at some point. Although the flame was small, it exuded an extremely cold aura.
Yes! It is the air of ice and cold. This is not an ordinary flame, but a light green flame that can float in the void.
Ling Fan secretly clenched his fists, and he kept trying to persuade himself to calm down. This was a rookie world, and it was Lipisner who asked him to come here. No one should harm him.
With this thought in mind, even though cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Ling Fan still calmed his mind. Looking directly at the flames, he wanted to see if the rookie world was still haunted.
Although the light green flame is a weird energy body, Ling Fan can feel the life breath inside the flame. It seems that it has not appeared for too long, and even the flame itself is a little confused.
Ling Fan was not in a hurry. He just took this opportunity to calm down his mind. After mental training and basic archery training, his character was already quite good.
"Who is coming...?" Finally, a sound wave came from the light green flame. Although it was not expressed in voice, Ling Fan could fully understand what he meant.
"Junior Ling Fan, it was Mr. Lipisner who asked me to come here to become my disciple. However, I searched all over the hut and found no one to worship. I only asked for guidance from the flame that my senior transformed into."
Ling Fan cupped his hands and clasped his fists. No matter what, he would shake Lipisna out first. If Huo Huo recognized Lipisina, everything would be easy to handle.
"Apprentice?" The light green flame murmured to himself, as if he was retrieving his memory bit by bit. Slowly, an aura of disdain came out of him, and then it was replaced by a touch of sadness.
In the end, there was a sense of unwillingness and overwhelming resentment.
Under the pressure of the flames, Ling Fan tried his best but was unable to resist. I don't know when he started, but he fell to the ground under the pressure, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat.
"Boy, say your name again." When the pressure dissipated, Ling Fan stood up and found that the light green flame had shrunk a bit, and the life force on his body had also weakened by several points.
"Junior Ling Fan." Ling Fan cupped his hands and said.
"Ling Fan, why do you come here to become a disciple?"
"Juniors are in urgent need of a pair of gloves to deal with crises."
"You dare to enter this place just for a pair of gloves. Didn't you notice something strange here before you came in?"
"I found it, but I had to get the gloves, so I came in."
"Can you tell me what you call a crisis?"
"this……"
"Why, do you have any difficulties?"
"No, since the senior wants to know, the junior will tell you..."
Starting from Tianmiao Academy, Ling Fan recounted Ning Xin's humiliation to him and the Tianshan Trial. This was a humiliating memory, but as a man, Ling Fan would not escape. He had to face it and face it.
A memory turns into motivation.
After listening to Ling Fan's narration, the light green flame became quiet. Ling Fan didn't know what he was thinking and didn't dare to disturb him. The only thing that was certain was that the breath of life in the light green flame was gradually weakening.
"You can choose not to participate in the trial. Facing a powerful opponent, you don't have to risk your life." Suddenly, Huo Huo spoke again.
"It's easy to retreat, but I can't retreat. To be honest, compared to what happened this time, in four years' time, the juniors will face even greater things, and they won't have the same escape route as they do now. If I were to
If I retreat, what will happen when I have no way to retreat four years later? So I can't retreat. Even if I die, I must move forward and keep moving forward, for the sake of dignity and my relatives four years later.
, I have nowhere to retreat. Ahead is an unknown abyss of hell, but behind is a sea of knives and fire that is approaching step by step. If you retreat, you will definitely die. Only by moving forward can you have a glimmer of hope in the abyss."
Ling Fan stood with his head held high, his eyes filled with determination as never before!
When the young man left home alone, he knew that the road ahead would be extremely bumpy. If it had been before, no matter how hard he tried, he would have been dead. But now, he has the qualifications to fight. Only by fighting with his life can he overcome obstacles and open up a new path.
the way.
"Okay! Keep moving forward, never admit defeat, even if there is a ten thousandth chance, you will protect it with all your strength. This is the spirit of the master craftsman. Boy, come and become your disciple, remember my name, master craftsman - Bray Jones!"
"A divine craftsman? Are you a divine craftsman?"
Ling Fan felt like a bomb had suddenly been detonated in his mind, his mind went blank except for an annoying buzzing sound.
There are also levels of casters - Foundry Master, Casting Master, Casting Master, Master Craftsman, Master Craftsman, and Divine Craftsman. The Divine Craftsman is already the highest level of the casting master. It is said that he can create artifacts. Looking at the entire continent, it seems that there is no such thing.
I have heard of the existence of divine craftsmen.
"Disciple Ling Fan, meet the master." Without too much hesitation, Ling Fan was immediately defeated when he felt the gradually thinning breath of life in the light green flame.
"Listen carefully, I am already a spiritual being. I cannot teach you step by step. I will let you pass on everything I have. There is only one thing you must remember. In this life, you
Don’t even cast artifacts.”
Do not want to forge artifacts? Ling Fan was shocked. Isn’t it the purpose of forging artifacts? Why Bray Jones doesn’t allow artifacts to be forged? What’s going on...
"The inheritance of the divine craftsman, activate!" Just when Ling Fan was about to ask something, the light green flame transformed by Bray Jones suddenly rolled up and disappeared directly into Ling Fan's mind.
In an instant, all kinds of information about the divine craftsman came in one after another.
Various metal properties, refining methods, casting technology, synthesis technology, gloves, wings, casting tips, casting experience... the information was quickly transferred to his mind, and merged with his consciousness, deeply engraved in his heart, and became his forever
An indelible mark!
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