Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1511 Sign up for the level test
  After Zhang Yan's observation, Zhang Yan discovered that this young man was responsible for registering and issuing number plates. The number plates were specially made and had the imprint of the Nangong family on them. After registering and paying the registration fee, the registration is completed by injecting a bit of spiritual power into the wooden number plate. After the wooden tablet is injected with spiritual power, its surface will change, and it seems that it can record spiritual power. This is to prevent someone from replacing the game, and one number card corresponds to one person.

Another old man appraises treasures, and those who cannot afford the registration fee can use treasures instead. The old man could tell the value and authenticity of this treasure with just a quick glance.

There were six guards standing behind the two, all of whom were tall and strong. They wore uniform clothes and had uniform swords hanging on their waists. They looked well-trained.

Zhang Yan released his spiritual sense to explore, and found that all of these guards were in the realm of immortals. This Jiangdu City is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and should not be underestimated. Zhang Yan did not test the two people sitting behind the long table. Since they were here to sign up, it was better to be sincere and avoid causing trouble.

The young man held a writing brush and asked without raising his head: "Name, sect, blacksmith level."

Blacksmith level? Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm Zhang Yan, a casual cultivator. I don't know the level of the blacksmith. I haven't tested it yet."

The young man raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yan, "I don't know? Then you have to pay more. Did you see the door at the back? Go in for a test, and then register here."

Zhang Yan took out a few fine spiritual stones from the Qiankun Bag Clock and placed them on the table. The old man just glanced at them and turned away. When the young man saw that the old man was silent, it proved that there was nothing wrong with the spiritual stones, so he waved his hand, and a guard came out from behind him.

The guard said to Zhang Yan: "Come in with me." Zhang Yan nodded and followed the man into the room.

Seeing Zhang Yan leaving, the young man shouted: "Next!"

Zhang Yan followed, thinking that there should be tools in the room that could test the blacksmith's level. He didn't know what level he was, as long as he reached the lowest level. After all, the competition will not officially start until a year later, so there is no harm in trying it yourself, just to hone your skills. In the end, it doesn't matter whether you win or not. Everyone has their own strengths, and I am not specialized in forging. Practicing magic is the right way.

Hearing Zhang Yan's inner thoughts, Xiao Yan silently complained again: "You still want to steal in the end."

Zhang Yan calmly ignored Xiao Yan's complaints, entered the room, turned his head and started to look around. The decoration in the room is very simple but still grand. There are half-person-high green leaf potted plants in the four corners, and a rosewood table in the middle with a huge uneven spiritual stone placed on it.

The guard introduced: "This is the spiritual stone for testing. You only need to inject your spiritual power into it. When the blacksmith forges, he needs to use spiritual power to control the fire, and secondly, he needs to use spiritual power to inject the spiritual power into the forging hammer. It is smashed into the forged magic weapon with great strength. Therefore, the intensity of spiritual power and the ability to control spiritual power are used as the preliminary judgment of the blacksmith rating."

The guard added: "With your level, I believe this test can be passed smoothly."

Zhang Yan just concealed his aura so that people could not feel where he was from, and did not deliberately suppress his cultivation.

(End of this chapter)