"Ah, what I am..." When Ling Fan woke up, he only felt a splitting headache, and a huge amount of information occupied his mind. Even if he kept hitting his head with fists, he could not relieve his pain.
The information was digested in his mind. After a while, when the pain in his brain stopped, the expression on Ling Fan's face became numb.
Now he is no longer in the rookie world, but something unimaginable has happened to him - the inheritance of the divine craftsman.
"Am I a divine craftsman now?" Looking at his hands, Ling Fan was still in disbelief. He had inherited Bray Jones's lifelong efforts. Except for the lack of mental power and the inability to summon flames, all the conditions in his body had reached the level of a divine craftsman.
situation.
"As expected, casting equipment requires extremely strong mental power, and some high-grade metals require special flames to melt. Even if I have the craftsmanship and knowledge of a divine craftsman, I cannot cast an artifact."
After a long time, Ling Fan finally accepted the fact that he already had the qualities of a divine craftsman, but what he lacked was mental power and fire. As long as he could summon flames now, with his mental power, he could already forge a lot of equipment.
It seems that magic craftsmen have never appeared on this continent. The profession of caster, like alchemist and seal master, is not so easy to achieve success.
Ling Fan received the inheritance of the divine craftsman just by sleeping like this. In terms of theoretical knowledge and vision, he has reached the pinnacle of the caster. There is probably only one example like him in the world.
"Huh? What's wrong with the fighting spirit..." Just as Ling Fan was sighing, he suddenly found that the fighting spirit in his body was very impetuous and restless. When he controlled the fighting spirit to circulate in Little Zhoutian, he was surprised to find that the fighting spirit had reached the tenth stage.
"Is it because the divine craftsman has given me too much information, which is beyond my tolerance, and has affected my fighting spirit during this period? Although I have entered the tenth stage of fighting spirit, it is not a good sign that my fighting spirit is so impetuous."
Ling Fan was naturally very happy for the breakthrough of Dou Qi, but there was also a small problem, that is, the steady Dou Qi became impetuous. It was like a solid piece of wood suddenly being chewed by termites with countless holes.
dangerous state.
While thinking, Ling Fan took out a small bottle from his sleeve, opened the bottle cap, and a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out. Turning his hands, he poured out a red pill from the jade bottle.
Seeing this pill, Ling Fan couldn't help but smile wisely. Lu Yang's mean expression and Mu Ling's green smile appeared in his mind.
"In this case, Dingqi Pills are most suitable."
Dingqi Pill is a second-grade elixir, and its level is not high, but in a small place like Haining City, it can be called a treasure. For Ling Fan, Dingqi Pill is mild in nature and can stabilize fighting spirit and eliminate impurities.
It's just right for his current situation.
Sit cross-legged, calm down, and throw the Dingqi Pill into your mouth. The pill will melt in your mouth and turn into a clear spring, flowing down your throat.
The medicine took effect instantly, and the Dou Qi in the body was compressed within a certain range under the action of the Dingqi Pill. Ling Fan, on the other hand, controlled the Dou Qi and circulated Xiao Zhou Tian, controlling the Dou Qi over and over again, and eliminating impurities over and over again.
A layer of jet-black viscous liquid slowly appeared on his body surface, and bursts of stench emanated from the liquid, which was really pungent.
About an hour later, Ling Fan opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid gas. His whole spirit reached a peak. As he turned his hands, there was a faint yellow light beating around his palms. That was Ling Fan's fighting spirit.
"The tenth stage of Dou Qi is already the peak of Qi training. The next step is to condense the Dou Xuan and advance to the level of Dou Master. In less than twenty days, I must be the first to obtain the Disillusionment Star Art and refine the flame before I can refine medicine and
Forging, we must start preparations for the Tianshan trial."
I fetched fresh water, washed myself, put on a pair of brand new clothes, and left the hut.
Since both Xing Haiyi and Wei Zhuo were in seclusion, no one prepared breakfast for him. It happened that he was going out today to buy some casting equipment and materials needed for refining medicine.
There was not much time, and the Art of Star Destruction had to be entered into the rookie world in order to obtain it. He needed to prepare all kinds of materials now so that he would not be in a hurry when he could break through the Dou Master.
The backyard of Doulitang is a quiet place, but in front is a busy business place. Even in the early morning, there are already a lot of cultivators gathered.
"You guys, none of you are of any use. Four of you together can't even catch my punch."
"Uncle Tieyi, we admire you for your immense strength. But we are still young, and we will definitely surpass you in a few years."
"Young? You are so young. You are all seventeen years old and you are still young. Huh, compared to Ling Fan, you are nothing. You are boring, boring!"
From a distance, I could hear Uncle Tie Yi's lecturing voice. Although it was very rude, it seemed extremely kind. Those who were being taught had an excuse to resist, but when they heard Ling Fan's name, their eyes showed admiration.
expression.
In Dou Li Hall, Ling Fan has become famous, but not many people have seen him.
Ling Fan had important matters at hand and did not want to be dragged into a duel by Uncle Tie Yi, so he leaned against the corner, hid his face, and carefully slipped out of the Dou Li Hall.
But he didn't know that even though he was so careful, some thoughtful people still noticed him, and several black shadows followed him silently.
Stepping out of the Dou Li Hall, the whole person felt much more relaxed, and the Dou Qi in his body was even more exciting, and he felt indescribably happy.
"I'm used to living in Dou Li Hall these days, and I'm also used to the suppression of Dou Qi. It's a bit uncomfortable to come out."
Because of the sudden emergence of fighting spirit, Ling Fan was caught off guard. As a result, the fighting spirit was too strong, and the pressure he exuded invisibly made many people stay away, and some also rolled their eyes.
Ling Fan gave a wry smile, suppressed his fighting spirit, then walked towards the Douyin room where Uncle Lake was, with his hands behind his back.
"What? You want to carve a fighting soldier?" Uncle Lake opened his eyes as big as copper bells and stared straight at Ling Fan.
"Yes, I need gold coins to buy materials, so I will spend some time carving some fighting soldiers to make money. Uncle will not welcome it." Ling Fan scratched his head. He only had more than a hundred gold coins on him, which was not enough to spend money on materials.
, Otherwise, the alchemist and seal master are both expensive professions.
"Welcome, of course you are welcome, you can carve it here for the rest of your life. Amu, you idiot, arrange the best printing room immediately, hurry up."
The honest Amu arranged the best fighting seal room for Ling Fan, while Lake gave him a bunch of low-level fighting skills and equipment for Ling Fan to use at will.
Not many people in the Laike Douyin Room knew Ling Fan. Seeing that Master Lai was so respectful to a boy, some rumors naturally spread in the Douyin Room.
Amu didn't explain, and Lake didn't explain either. They knew that when Ling Fan took out the Dou Bing, all the rumors would disappear.
"Buddha's Power Finger, Mountain and Stone Guard, Air Splitting Palm... I will soon be promoted to a fighting master, and these low-level fighting skills may also come in handy."
While Ling Fan was carving the fighting soldiers, he also mercilessly collected the fighting skills. As a Dou Seal Master, while carving the Dou Seals, the fighting skills naturally belonged to him.
This is a business rule, there is nothing to hide. Besides, Master Lake, these are just copies. If you accept them, you accept them. It’s no big deal.
When Ling Fan left the Douyin room, most of the day had already passed. After he left, Lake held dozens of high-quality Dou Wen weapons and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. The apprentices and workers opened their eyes one by one.
His big eyes looked at Ling Fan's back with nothing but envy and admiration.
"To make a heavy sword, you need extremely high-density metal. To make a bow and arrow, you need a metal with good penetrating power. To make a glove, you need a metal that can fuse with liquid. There are also some pain-killing powders and hemostatic powders that all require materials."
In the north of Haining City, there is an informal trading center close to the Haining River. There are no stores here, only street stalls. Although it is not formal, the place is crowded with people and seems to be extremely lively.
Not for anything else, because here you can find high-quality products at low prices, and sometimes you can find good treasures. Anyone who knows the business knows to come here to select materials.
Ling Fan hired a carriage and entered the trading center. He bought a lot of spiritual herbs used to make Zhizhi Powder and Hemostasis Powder from some street stalls, and then went straight to the place where metal trading gathered.
"Meteorites are the fragments of fallen meteorites. They are the best materials for making various weapons. Please don't miss it if you pass by."
In front of a larger stall, shouts could be heard constantly, and there were many onlookers here. After hearing about the meteorite, Ling Fan also came over to take a look out of curiosity, but the result made him roll his eyes.
A stone that is red in color and appears to be rare, turns into a legendary and rare meteorite after being casually yelled by the seller. Incidents like this are not rare here, and people are deceived all the time.
Ling Fan has the inheritance of a divine craftsman, and his vision is outrageous. No metal can deceive his eyes.
"Huh." After wandering for a while, Ling Fan arrived at a relatively remote stall and picked up a piece of dark black metal about the size of a car.
"Boss, what's the price of this piece of metal?" Ling Fan asked casually. There was no hint of anxiety in his tone, and his face was very calm. He looked like a passer-by who was just asking casually.
The stall owner was an old man. He glanced at Ling Fan lazily and looked at it from top to bottom several times. He didn't see any wealthy owner. He said weakly: "Heisha Diamond is mainly heavy.
It is the best material for casting war hammers. This piece of fifty gold coins is worth the price."
Fifty gold coins are exchanged for a piece of metal, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, Ling Fan knew that the old man's asking price was very fair. The market value of this black diamond was around forty-five gold coins, and the old man only earned some labor fees.
"I want it." Ling Fan did not bargain as expected, but directly threw a bag of gold coins to the old man, casually carried the Black Evil Diamond, swept away several thumb-sized gravels around it, and said:
"These stones can be used as decorations for the war hammer. Don't you mind giving them to me, sir?"
The old man didn't expect Ling Fan to pay so readily. At that moment, he thought Ling Fan was some rich young man. He secretly resented that he didn't ask for a high price. At the same time, he glanced at the stones that Ling Fan swept away in displeasure and found that they were all worthless.
Damn it, he waved his hand casually, indicating that he was free to do whatever he wanted.
Ling Fan's expression remained unchanged. While sweeping away the gravel, he deliberately swept a dusty stone from the corner of the stall into his sleeve, then licked his lips, feeling ecstatic in his heart, and turned around to leave without any trouble.
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