Picked up a fairy island

27 Genius
After the press conference, Yang Fan and Old Man Yang bid farewell. When they walked out of the building, they met a middle-aged man in gray sportswear.

It felt like a corpse stored in a mortuary, but what surprised him the most was that the man was actually a second-level qi cultivator.

Yang Fan took a few more glances, guessing in his heart that the man was an immortal cultivator from Earth, and drove away.

As soon as I got home, I saw Chu Fangfang from the Dingsheng Club suddenly called.

Looking at the caller on the phone, Yang Fan couldn't help but see Chu Fangfang's mature and sexy figure in his mind, sighed, and quickly connected the phone.

Chu Fangfang's call this time was nothing serious, she just wanted to order some watermelons with him, and if there was business, Yang Fan readily agreed. After all, there are more spiritual fields in Xiandao, so the supply of watermelons is not a problem at all.

"Sister Fang, little brother, my current watermelon production is not bad. If you need it, we can cooperate for a long time." In addition to the amount provided for Xingyao University, he still has a lot left, so Yang Fan thought about it carefully, anyway They sell everywhere, so it's better to cooperate with Chu Fangfang directly, first to make friends, and second, because the other party is too generous.

"Okay, sister, I'm about to talk to you about this." Chu Fangfang hurriedly agreed excitedly. She has experienced the magic of watermelon herself. The most important thing is to sell this watermelon to those local tyrants. , the income earned has simply doubled by more than a hundred times.

After agreeing to cooperate, Chu Fangfang suddenly mentioned the matter of Jin Lingmi to him again.

After hearing this, Yang Fan knew without thinking that it must have come from An Qian.

"Well, little brother, I do have this kind of rice, but there are not many of them now, so how about it, when I deliver the goods to you tomorrow, I will bring you some by the way."

"Yeah, sister, thank you in advance. Wait until tomorrow, sister will treat you well." Chu Fangfang said excitedly and playfully.

Yang Fan fantasized and chatted with Chu Fangfang for a while, then hung up the phone.

"What a tormenting goblin!" Conversing with him is really a kind of torment, too uncomfortable.

......

In the fairy island.

After Yang Fan finished his daily work, he couldn't wait to go to Zhen Youcai's wooden house to get a pile of fine iron ore and return to the farmhouse to try to dissolve it.

Although Zhen Youcai was a little curious, he didn't think too much about it. Anyway, the mine belongs to your family, so you can do whatever you like, what can I say?
The so-called dissolution is to use spiritual fire to extract the impurities in the refined iron ore. The more times of refining, the purer the refined iron will be. A piece of high-quality refined iron can determine the success rate and quality of a spiritual weapon. As the number of refinements increases, the more difficult it becomes.

In the world of self-cultivation, according to records, Qi Xuan, the famous master craftsman, once refined it eight times, thus breaking the record in the world of self-cultivation.

However, it is recorded in Shennong's Artifact Refining Technique that there is no limit to the number of times of refining. Someone once refined it up to 99 times, directly turning a piece of yellow-grade refined iron into a heavenly grade.

Perhaps this is the awesomeness of Shennong's weapon refining technique.

At this moment, Yang Fan took a deep breath, picked up a rough piece of fine iron ore, followed the refining steps, and first checked the inside of the fine iron ore with his spiritual sense.

The inside of the fine iron ore is like a starry sky that has lost its vitality. There are gray bumps everywhere, big and small. You don't need to think about it. These bumps must be the so-called impurities.

He found an entry point, released the spiritual fire, and drilled into the fine iron ore from the entry point under the guidance of spiritual consciousness.

When the spirit fire came in, the gray bumps around it were directly burned into drops of liquid and excreted, which was very easy.

Soon, Yang Fan finished refining once. Looking at it now, the refined iron ore has become much rounder. Although there are still some bumps and holes, it is much more beautiful than before.

"It's not too difficult!" Yang Fan sighed, and continued to refine.

The second time, the third time... until the ninth time, due to the lack of spiritual energy in the body, it had to stop.

At this time, the rough fine iron ore had already become round and extremely smooth.

Yang Fan played with the refined iron he had extracted, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his heart, drank the ice-cold Lingquan, took a rest for a while, picked up the refined iron and continued.

The tenth refinement was much more difficult than the previous nine, and it took about two hours to finally finish the refinement, especially after the end, the whole person seemed to be hollowed out, exhausted physically and mentally.

After resting for a while, after recovering, I picked up the refined iron that had been refined ten times and observed it. I saw that the refined iron had become somewhat different at this time, but I couldn't tell the difference. If I had to describe it, it would be that it had become With some rhymes.

Take out the quick refined iron refined by Zhen Youcai last time, and compare it with his, the two are simply incomparable, just like comparing a piece of pure and spiritual jade with a lifeless rough stone.

You can tell at a glance which is good and which is bad.

"Could it be that I'm a craftsman genius?" Yang Fan boasted to himself, put away the fine iron happily, whistled, walked out of the farmhouse, and came to Zhen Youcai's wooden house.

"Yo, are you still practicing?"

"..." Zhen Youcai didn't say anything. Isn't it obvious that he has eyes? It is very important for Lingbing, the reason why he failed, apart from lack of experience, the most important thing is that the refined iron was not pure enough.

Of course, with his current level, he can only refine it twice at most, and if he is lucky, he can refine it three times, but the chance of this is really too small.

"Okay, don't refine it. The owner of this island refined a piece of refined iron on a whim just now. You can help me see how the quality is?" Yang Fan took out the refined iron he refined and threw it at Zhen Youcai.

Zhen Youcai was a little disdainful at first, but after seeing the refined iron, his eyes lit up, he quickly picked up the refined iron from the ground, and after holding it for a closer look, he was shocked, as if he had been stunned. Same, excitedly and tremblingly took a deep breath, as if seeing a peerless beauty, wiped off the dust on it with a loving breath.

"My god, refine... at least seven times." Zhen Youcai caressed the fine iron and sighed, then looked at Yang Fan with a full expression of disbelief and said, "This...really refined by you?"

"Isn't this nonsense, isn't it me or you?" Yang Fan glanced at Zhen Youcai triumphantly, feeling extremely refreshed in his heart, and continued with a gesture of a master behind his back, "Calm down, just refining It’s only ten times, no fuss, and it’s just a meal for me.”

"Refining...ten times..." Zhen Youcai wanted to slap Yang Fan to death when he heard it, this pretending real Nima deserves a beating, why do you regard refining as drinking cold water?And you are not ashamed to say that you have refined it ten times?Do you know what this concept is?

You must know that in the entire cultivation world, the highest record is only eight refinements, but Nima, a rookie in the Qi training period, probably hasn't even figured out the basics of equipment refinement, how dare she pretend to be aggressive here?
If you want his irritable senior brother to hear it, you have to lose your skin if you don't die.

Really ignorant guy.

"What? You don't believe it?" Yang Fan squinted at Zhen Youcai, shook his head and sighed softly. He felt that it was necessary to prove his strength.

Randomly picked up a piece of fine iron ore from the ground, and refined it on the spot in front of Zhen Youcai.

Once, twice, three times... until the eighth time, in order not to hit the opponent, it stopped.

Throwing down Jingtie, he patted Zhen Youcai on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

"Young man, you still have a long way to go, and I am a guiding light on your path, so follow me and play well, the owner of this island will not treat you badly."

(End of this chapter)