Fairy

The setting sun slanted, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth. Gradually, the sky and the earth became dark, and each craft workshop was like stars scattered on the Dingshui Craft Refining Peak.

Wang Xian sat upright in the refining workshop and checked the refining jade slips, but the knowledge contained in the jade slips was as vast as the sea, if he could memorize one out of ten, two would be good.

Hundreds of streamers flew out from the hundreds of refining workshops, gathered in the sky above the refining workshop where Wang Xian was, and fell together.

"Are you the ninth core disciple recruited by Elder Shanquan?" A dark-faced young man walked into the crafting workshop with an uneasy expression.

Following the black-faced young man are all the refiners on the Dingshui Artifact Refining Peak. They are all old people who have been in the Dingshui Department for decades, and they are all inner disciples of the Dingshui Department.

Wang Xian turned around calmly, facing hundreds of craftsmen without any timidity, he said, "That's right, what advice do you brothers have?"

Shanquan is a cultivator of the ancestor stage, and all his disciples are cultivators of the true gang stage, with the exception of Wang Xian, who is in the realm of the empowerment stage.

Originally, when Wang Xian saw these cultivators of the True Era, he should have called them seniors, but he has become the core disciple of the cultivators of the Ancestral Era.

"Teach me!" The black-faced young man snorted coldly and said, "We are all old men from the Dingshui Department. We have been in the Department for decades, and we want to become the core disciples of Elder Shanquan, but we have no chance. You are a disciple of the initiation stage To become a core disciple as soon as you join the club makes us cultivators very unconvinced. Say, did you become a core disciple through the back door?"

Of course, Wang Xian would not say that he had a lot of patience with Shanquan, and then he accepted himself as a disciple, straightened his chest, thought of those waste treasures, thought about it, and said with confidence: "The Ministry of Dingshui is based on the refining tool. The level of the core disciples is judged by the level of the core disciples, not the level of aptitude and cultivation. Since the senior brothers are not convinced, then we will have a competition to see who has the highest cultivation level in the crafting."

"A little brat dares to compete with us for a tester. It's ridiculous." A gray-haired old man laughed.

The black-faced young man looked at Wang Xian mockingly, and said, "Yinghuo really wants to compete with Haoyue, it's beyond her control."

The craftsmen were talking all over the place, all belittle and criticize Wang Xian.

Wang Xian's face turned cold. If his cultivation base was not lower than those people, he probably would have made a move if he didn't like to swallow his anger. His voice surpassed those discussions: "Why don't I make a bet with all the brothers, how about it?"

The light in Wang Xian's eyes was exactly that of a fisherman waiting for a fish to take the bait, and a tiger waiting for a sheep to enter its mouth. He scanned everyone around.

Those cultivators in the Dingshui Department are all human beings. Seeing Wang Xian's expression of winning, they all felt that something was wrong.

Wang Xian took everyone's expressions into his eyes. He was really afraid that this matter would become serious, so he deliberately stimulated them and said, "Haha! No wonder you cultivators can only become inner disciples, and cannot become core disciples under the master's eyes. Little people who are afraid of things."

"Who is the cowardly and fearful person, boy, tell me clearly."

"I'm a pure man. I can resist the sky falling, but you actually say that I'm a coward. You're getting impatient."

Seeing that everyone's anger was aroused, Wang Xian raised his voice and said: "I will compare with all my senior brothers to refine a fourth-level magic weapon from a third-level waste treasure. Does anyone dare to compete?"

Wang Xian's cold eyes swept over everyone's faces, with an aura of clues to the world.

The practitioners of the Dingshui Department all blushed and lowered their heads. It was very difficult for them to refine a third-order magic weapon, let alone a fourth-order magic weapon. Only eight core disciples in the Dingshui Department could do it. Refined a Tier [-] magic weapon.

"Ahem. How about this, let's refine a third-order magic weapon from a second-level waste treasure." An old man with a sinister face slowly walked out of the crowd, showing a fox-like smile. machine.

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