The System Takes Me to Practice

"Just talk about it."

Yang Fan didn't go over, and said directly.

"I think you are participating in the upcoming competition."

6

Jin Sihan looked solemn.

"Compare with whom?"

"Liangyi Pavilion!!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not from Jubao Pavilion, so I should find someone else for this kind of thing."

Yang Fan waved his hand and planned to go inside.

"Ning Caichen, are you so unfeeling? You can help Jubao Pavilion, why not?"

Jin Sihan stomped anxiously.

Jin Wenbin was silent, or that he had no reason to persuade Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was amused, and even wanted to laugh.

"Who am I? I am not from Jubao Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with it. The most important thing is that I am not a Bitch."

The more Yang Fan said, the more heavier his tone, the sharper his eyes, and a hint of murderous aura.

Jin Sihan was scared back, and his heart trembled.

Hum!

It wasn't until the pressure of Jin Wenbin in the middle of the union that Jin Sihan was overwhelmed, and she was relieved.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ning, it was my ninth sister's rudeness. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"It's just Brother Ning, your magical horse is so flexible, why don't you participate in the competition on behalf of the Jubao Pavilion? You need to know the medicine, cultivation resources, exercises and magic weapons of the Jubao Pavilion."

Jin Wenbin couldn't help but persuade.

"I don't want these."

"Oh? What does Ning brother want? Can't I, as the prince, do it?"

Jin Wenbin didn't believe it.

"Neither can you."

Yang Fan laughed.

Jin Wenbin narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"However, you can also help you, nine-star magic weapon, I want three."

Yang Fan spoke suddenly again.

"What? Three? It's still nine-star level, why don't you grab it?!"

Jin Sihan's eyes widened.

The magic weapon of the nine-star level is not Chinese cabbage. Even if it is based on the background of the royal family, it is impossible to give away casually, let alone a stranger.

"Where can the grab come so quickly?"

Yang Fan asked back.

The two were stunned.

"This matter is not for me, and the matter should be asked to the elders of the Jubao Pavilion. If you want to participate, it represents the Jubao Pavilion."

Jin Wenbin said.

Yang Fan nodded and said.

"Go in first."

So the three of them entered the Jubao Pavilion.

"Senior brother and sister!"

The disciples passing by the Jubao Pavilion stopped to give them thoughts.

The identities of the two had already been spread when they joined the Jubao Pavilion. In order not to offend the royal family, Jubao Pavilion laid down rules. All princes, princesses, outer disciples and inner disciples of the royal family should be respected as senior brothers and sisters.

The two nodded, leading Yang Fan to a room similar to a classroom.

The room was very large, and there were nearly a hundred newly promoted outer disciples of Jubao Pavilion. Everyone sat down cross-legged, looking at a beautiful woman on the podium.

The women on the podium wore the unique costumes of the elders of Jubao Pavilion, and there was a very eye-catching Jubao Pavilion logo on the dress.

The sudden arrival of the three of them interrupted the woman's speech, leaving the woman unconscious.

Just seeing the visitor, the unhappy expression immediately converged, showing a brilliant smile.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Sihan!"

The woman got up, politely.

Jin Sihan also gave a courtesy.

"Sister Su Lanfang, this is Ning Caichen. I would like to become a craftsman, so please trouble you. This matter is also agreed by the second elder."

Jin Sihan's implication is to hope that the woman will not embarrass Yang Fan.

"understood."

Then the woman looked at Yang Fan with a trace of contempt and disdain.

From the woman's point of view, Yang Fan must have used Jin Sihan as a princess to enter the Treasure Pavilion, and he had absolutely no talent.

"Then Ning Caichen, let's leave if we have something to do. You can start learning by yourself."

The two left soon.

After that, Yang Fan walked into the room, then chose a spot to sit down without even saying hello.

"Humph!"

Su Lanfang snorted coldly in her heart.

"Okay, I'll go on."

"If you want to become a refiner, the first thing you need to master is a variety of materials. There is a book next to you, which contains all the materials you need to know for a Grade 1 to Grade 3 refiner. If you are not a refiner, start with Remember these medicinal materials and their respective effects, let’s begin, all of you will write them silently in an hour, but if you close them, there will be punishment."

Speaking of this, Su Lanfang looked at an inconspicuous corner behind the crowd, where Yang Fan sat cross-legged.

"Huh, still want to go through the back door?"

Then, Su Lanfang walked out of the room.

Yang Fan naturally didn't know the hostility in Su Lanfang's heart towards him, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't take it to heart.

At this time, it only took him a few minutes to turn over the book introducing the materials for Grade 1 but Grade 3 refiners, and he had already written down all of them.

As a terrestrial person who can kill the strong in the early Mahayana, how powerful is his spiritual consciousness, remembering hundreds of thousands of words is as easy as drinking water and eating.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan found a book that other rank refiners needed to know the materials elsewhere, and it took less than ten minutes to write down all of them.

Yang Fan then found an introductory book for a refiner, and then started to act according to the method in the book.

"What is that kid doing?"

All the cultivators who had just joined the Treasure Pavilion had no knowledge of refining tools, so no one understood what Yang Fan was doing.

"I don't know, he knew it was the Jubao Pavilion that came in through the back door. It looks like we came in through an assessment. Leave him alone, there is not much time, just keep it in mind."

"That's right, a kid who walks through the back door. Haha!"

The two monks sitting in front of Yang Fan looked back and discussed each other.

Yang Fan shook his head. He was not angry with this kind of shrimp-like character.

According to the book, there is not much difference between refining tools and alchemy, and they belong to the same vein in essence. The only difference is that the refiner doesn't have much requirement for the strength of the soul. After all, a monk can become a refiner, but there is a difference between high and low.

Snapped!

Yang Fan closed the book, closed his eyes, and kept reminiscing in his mind what the refiner should pay attention to.

Huh!

After about ten seconds, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, took out some inferior materials from the system package, and planned to refine magic weapons on the spot.

boom!

A group of black terrifying flames appeared out of thin air, and all the people in the room were like the center of the sun in the depths. The sweat on their foreheads was low, even if they used their true energy to prop up a barrier.

The jet-black flame is nothingness swallowing inflammation.

Refining magic weapons with different fires, I might be the first in history.

Yang Fan thought in his heart.

Then, in the eyes of everyone's surprise, inferior materials were thrown into the fire.

boom!

Those inferior materials made a sneer and were melting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the different fire is nothing in this world of cultivating immortals, the characteristics of the different fire are here.