Who would have thought that Lin Qingfan was forced to do such an intimate gesture between the two of them?
Just as the two walked out of the library, there was a huge commotion behind them. Countless students and even some teachers stood up one after another, looking at the two leaving figures with disbelief.
"What's going on? Who is that man?"
Voices full of hostility suddenly sounded, causing the library that was supposed to remain quiet to become lively in an instant.
All kinds of discussions, speculations, curses...
These voices mix together, making the anger in someone's heart burn even more fiercely...
"boom!"
Wang Hao slapped his palm on the fine pine wood table in front of him. As the sound fell, there was a "click" sound, and the fine pine wood table also shattered in response.
"Damn it, where did that kid come from, and why is the junior sister so close to him?" Wang Hao said harshly.
"Brother Wang Hao, what makes you so angry?"
Suddenly, a strange voice came, and three people were seen approaching Wang Hao in front of them. The person speaking was the man with a hooked nose at the head. The man looked older than Wang Hao, about twenty-five years old.
Six looks like.
However, his appearance is far different from Wang Hao's.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Murong." When Wang Hao saw the person coming, he quickly put away the expression on his face and turned to clasping his fists with a smile. The two people obviously knew each other, but there was a slight gap in their names, not as different as the former one.
The title is very affectionate.
"I think I saw Junior Sister Tianxin going out with a guy just now. Is it possible that you haven't gotten her over with her after such a long time?" Murong Cheng looked at Wang Hao with a half-smile.
"Haha, senior brother, I have my own plan for this matter. Thank you for your concern, senior brother." Wang Hao had a slight scruple about the person in front of him and did not want to have too much contact with him.
Just when he was about to get up and leave, Murong Cheng smiled sarcastically: "Brother Wang Hao, if you agree to my conditions, I will help you get rid of that kid, how about that?"
"Done?" Wang Hao was stunned, and then put his right foot down again. He turned to Murong Cheng and asked seriously: "How to get it done?"
"Haha, you have only been in the academy for half a year, so you must not understand many things. In this academy, it is very common for one or two people to die accidentally due to accidents." Murong Cheng said with a sneer on his face, but his smile was very charming.
A cold feeling.
Hearing this, Wang Hao seemed to be a little moved. When he thought of Lin Qingfan's death due to an accident, he couldn't help but tremble. This was a tremor caused by excitement.
Soon, Wang Hao calmed down his emotional fluctuations and walked straight out. Just as his shoulders crossed with Murong Cheng's, he paused slightly and said, "Deal!"
These two short words showed Wang Hao's murderous intention, and Lin Qingfan also got into big trouble inexplicably.
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Returning to the other courtyard, Lin Qingfan opened the door and walked in. A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost.
"Good boy, why didn't I realize that you are so attractive to women before? Tell me, what is that little girl's name?" Honglian asked with her hands on her hips in a tone of elders.
Seeing Hong Lian's gossiping look, Lin Qingfan shook his head helplessly, took up the Seven-Star Caiyun Step, and sailed directly past Hong Lian.
"Remember our agreement!"
Hearing the sudden sound coming from behind, Honglian was startled and quickly turned around, only to realize that Lin Qingfan had already walked upstairs.
"He... is weird, how did he do it?" Honglian froze on the spot, looking at the stairs in disbelief.
There was a distance of four or five meters between that position and my current position. How could he appear somewhere in an instant without any fluctuation in mana?
How on earth did this kid do it?
Lin Qingfan smiled faintly and walked straight into the room. Then when he was about to sort out what he had encountered today, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
"Hey, I am also your elder after all. There are some things I must know. This cannot be considered your privacy." Honglian said confidently as soon as he came in.
"The person I met in the library today seems to be named Tianxin!" Lin Qingfan reluctantly told Honglian about the matter, and then said impatiently: "Is there anything else?"
Honglian didn't expect Lin Qingfan to relent so easily. Before she could react, she said "Oh" and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, she quickly came back to her senses, as if remembering something, she turned her hand over, and a piece of paper appeared in her hand: "This is the next course of the academy. Take a look, these courses are all voluntary. If you like it,
Just go."
After saying that, he flicked his fingers, and then the paper fell lightly into Lin Qingfan's hand.
"boom!"
Seeing the door being gently closed, Lin Qingfan picked up the paper and glanced briefly. The courses were all theoretical courses, and there were very few courses every day, almost three classes.
"Is it voluntary?" Lin Qingfan said to himself: "Then it can be understood as whether love can go away or not?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qingfan nodded with satisfaction. Immediately, he lay on the bed and began to think about today's events.
From Zhu Lao's mouth, I heard about things about the Xianyu Continent, and they were all secret information that ordinary people would never know in their lifetime.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingfan became more certain that Zhu Lao's identity was extraordinary. However, why would a person with such an identity only have a shadow left?
"Is Mr. Zhu here?" Lin Qingfan suddenly called out from the bottom of his heart. He now had many questions in his mind that he wanted to ask Mr. Zhu.
"Little baby, tell me what you have to say!"
The old voice soon came from the bottom of his heart, and Lin Qingfan felt happy when he heard the voice.
"Mr. Zhu, can you tell me about the 'Heart of the God of Craftsman' and the 'Lingzhu Ancient Ruins' you mentioned before?"
After a long silence, Zhu Lao's voice came slowly: "Lingzhu Ancient Ruins, I can't tell you this for the time being. I'll tell you later when you gain strength. As for the Heart of the Craftsman God, I can tell you then."
Lin Qingfan felt happy, but he didn't expect to gain something.
"Since you can enter the weapon refiner headquarters, it means that you have talent in this area. Then, you can easily understand what I will say next.
You must know that the place where the human race lives is divided into five continents. However, the culture of each continent is different, so the names of the weapon refiners are also different.
However, the oldest title will never change, that is, craftsman."
"Master Craftsman?"
"Yes, craftsman is the oldest title, but later, as humans continued to explore and improve, craftsmen were not only able to refine weapons, but later on, armor, puppets, and elixirs were also developed one by one.
Therefore, people's names for craftsmen have also begun to change. Some are called magicians, some are called spiritual pattern masters, some are called utensil masters, etc.
There are all kinds of strange names for craftsmen, but there is only one title that is the most orthodox, and that is craftsman!" After saying this, Mr. Zhu's voice became very serious.
"Understood!"
"Well, then, you also know that the levels of craftsmen are divided into three levels and nine stars. However, above the nine stars, there is also the division of ten stars. This level is called the 'God of Craftsman'."
"God of Craftsman..." Lin Qingfan's heart trembled slightly, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart!
"Yes, the Craftsman God is the highest achievement of a craftsman. Over the past tens of thousands of years in the Fairy Feather Continent, a total of nine Craftsman Gods have been born."
"What? Only nine people?" Hearing this, Lin Qingfan was also stunned. Although the conditions for craftsmen are harsh, over tens of thousands of years, there are definitely not a few people who have become craftsmen, and there must be many geniuses among them, but
, why are there only nine people who can become the God of Craftsmen?
This number is too exaggerated!
"Haha, there are only nine people. It is not a matter of human qualifications, but a condition for becoming a God of Craftsmen."
Hearing this, Lin Qingfan looked shocked and said quickly: "The heart of the God of Craftsman..."
"Yes, it is the heart of the God of Craftsman. Nine-star craftsmen can see it in every era. But if you want to cross the nine stars and step into the position of the God of Craftsman, you must have the heart of the God of Craftsman. Otherwise, no matter whether you are a genius or a monster, you will not be able to
Cross that last step." The facts Zhu Lao said were cruel. However, Lin Qingfan could imagine how many geniuses and monsters had been blocked out for tens of thousands of years, only half the distance from the position of God of Craftsman.
One step away.
What a bleak ending this is!
"In the history of the human race, there have been a total of nine crises on the verge of annihilation. However, just when the human race was forced into desperation, a craftsman god was born. They used their own lives to forge peerless artifacts. The strongest human race would
It is relying on this weapon to turn the tide and save the human race from danger.
Therefore, every craftsman god is a hero of the human race. Without them, the human race would not have flourished to this day."
There was a hint of sadness in Zhu Lao's voice, but Lin Qingfan was shocked. It would be understandable for such a huge human race to be defeated, but it would be too much if it was on the verge of extinction...
"Little baby, you have to remember that among the hundreds of races, the Zerg race is the most powerful. Their strength is ten times, or even a hundred times more powerful than the human race."
"What……"
"Haha, let's not talk about it. If you know these things too early, it will only put more pressure on you. When the time comes, I will tell you naturally."
"Practice hard, little doll, remember we only have three years!"