Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The little bird squinted and felt that there was something more between Gongyilin's eyebrows, something intriguing.

For example... the City Hall.

At this time, Gongyilin is undoubtedly attractive. Unlike the smile that often hangs on the corners of his eyes and brows, he is less gentle and refined, but more aura.

In the suddenly noisy Du'emen, this invisible aura is even more prominent.

"This kind of gameplay is really interesting." Gong Yilin said in a low voice, "I'm not afraid of arousing the reaction of these craftsmen."

The little bird just said indifferently: "Not necessarily."

Gongyilin thought for a while, and his eyes brightened, "It's not necessarily true," he glanced at the elder's direction and said, "As the saying goes, blocking is worse than sparse, and blocking Emen will soon offer a coveted reward." , to extinguish these grievances."

"Why do you think there is a group competition?"

Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows, and walked a little to the side, making himself in a marginalized area, not so conspicuous: "Are you asking me? This is strange."

Qinghe actually asked him one day in a tone of asking for advice.

"Conspiracy is not what you are good at."

Gong Yilin smiled and said: "I'll just take it as a compliment. In my opinion, there are only two possibilities. One is to enhance the sense of teamwork. Of course, in the world of craftsmen, it is ridiculous to pay attention to teamwork. With a weak possibility, there is only the second one left, which is to serve themselves."

"Although I did not personally participate in the previous refiner competitions, the materials and furnaces provided this time are definitely much better than before. Wanxuan, even the so-called 'basic' refining materials are all at the level of black iron stone and mica ore."

"It can be seen that they have really invested a huge amount of spirit stones for this competition of refining masters. Good refining furnaces and top-quality refining materials must be high-quality magic weapons. The level of the top ten refining master families themselves , it is not enough to be greedy for these magic weapons, then the biggest possibility is..."

"Qi Ling." Gongyilin thought for a while, his pupils shrank, and said these two words.

Treasures have spirits, and it is rumored that those who get the spirits can refine the sun, the moon and the stars.Unlike book spirits, tool spirits only exist in legends. According to legends, the birth of a tool spirit requires hundreds of millions of treasures to be buried.

An extremely bold assumption, even a bit fanciful, but this is one of the qualities that Qinghe appreciates in Gongyilin.

Think what others dare not think, do what others dare not do.

Gong Yilin quickly said again, "There are still many strange things about this matter, and I'm not sure. If Qi Ling is really in the hands of the top ten refining master families, it will be beneficial and harmful to us."

Qi Ling lives by devouring treasures. Presumably after so many years, the top ten families of refining masters have been hollowed out, but if it is a Qi Ling who is about to mature, today's competition is over, and there will be a new treasure It can be devoured, and once the weapon spirit reaches maturity, almost no one can fight against the top ten refining master families.

A weapon spirit, small but the size of a palm, has the power to cover the world. It is an existence that even monks can refine.

When analyzing the countermeasures in Gongyilin, the elder glanced over everyone, as if he wanted to see through their expressions: "There must be many of you who reject such rules. Regarding this, the old man will only say one thing, the final prize this time is absolutely super beyond your imagination."

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what kind of treasure it was.

"It can be said that the combined value of all the refining materials and furnaces on the field today is less than one-thousandth of the final prize."

After finishing his words, everyone's eyes widened. Among other things, everything on the field, just the refining furnace, was priceless.

All the refining furnaces add up to less than one-thousandth of the prize, isn't it a high-grade treasure?

"He drew a big cake." Gong Yilin bowed his head and said to the little bird, "It's just that this cake not only can't satisfy hunger, it might even kill people."

"As for the prizes, they will be announced after the competition," the elder said again.

Some refiners were dissatisfied when they heard this sentence. If the final prize is not satisfactory, wouldn't they be treated like a monkey.

The elder naturally knew what these people were thinking, "I swear by the honor of the top ten craftsman families, the final prize..."

His gaze swept across the crowd again, and he solemnly said word by word: "Better than a high-grade treasure."

What kind of existence is a high-grade treasure, although it is not only in the legend, but the number of times it appears on this continent is also pitiful, and every time it appears, it will definitely cause a bloody storm. With one hand, mortals can kill false immortals.

In the face of extreme shock, everyone kept quiet uncharacteristically.

Even if they are not real monks, many of them regard refining weapons as their lives, but in the world of cultivation, at this point today, no one is a person with a completely pure heart. This prize is so valuable that none of them Dare to reach out.

Killing people to seize treasures, with their cultivation base, even if they really got it, they couldn't keep it.

A mature and prudent person frowned, "Please tell the elders about the final prize. It's too expensive, I'm afraid I can't afford it, and I can't really focus on it even when refining weapons."

This is true, forging craftsmen pay attention to peace of mind, if there is concern, it is inevitable that the crafted magic weapon will have some tasteless attributes.

The elder was silent for a moment, "Later, everyone, the old man can't decide this matter alone."

Seeing a show, who would care about waiting for a while.

As the elder turned around and walked into the main hall, some people began to chat in low voices, while others remained silent. Gong Yilin was just about to die playing with the birds when his arms were grabbed by a pair of slender hands.

Looking up, Chang Le was staring at him with bright eyes.

Gong Yilin couldn't help touching his face, could it be that his charm has become more attractive recently, and he fell in love at first sight?

When other people saw Chang Le's behavior, they also looked strange.

"Since we are in the same group, you don't mind talking with me for a while." Chang Le said.

Even if it was some rude behavior, coupled with her delicate face, no one thought it was a big deal. Many craftsmen who were originally curious about the situation here let go of their suspicions.

If it is really a group competition, it is essential to get closer to the members of the group. Maybe for the final result, you have to take the initiative to share your own materials with others.

In Chang Le's group, the young master of the Du family is young and vigorous, and he doesn't take people seriously. Ouyang Jing is not easy to get along with at first sight. Among the remaining few, Gong Yilin just chose the refining furnace When you are calm and composed, the value of a good relationship should be relatively high.

After figuring this out, everyone withdrew their suspicious eyes and stopped paying too much attention to Chang Le. Instead, they observed their own group and who they could interact with.

Gong Yilin was dragged under the big tree by Chang Le, and when he passed by several male craftsmen in the group, he couldn't help seeing envious and jealous eyes. He was able to talk to beautiful women, and she was also a talented beauty. transport.

Under the luxuriant tree, the two were covered in layers of shadows, and it was difficult to see each other's expressions clearly.

It was not voices that first broke the silence, but tears.

Cooler than shadows... Maiden's tears.

Looking at the traces of tears on the back of his hand, Gong Yilin felt a gust of wind blowing, he immediately looked at the little bird, and sent a message with his spiritual sense: "I have absolutely no unknown past with this little girl."

Heidou looked at him coldly.

When one person and one bird fell into a confrontation, Chang Le stabilized his emotions, but said directly: "Please, take me away."

Gongyilin: ...

The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little stiff: "Although I understand that my charm is not something you, a little girl, can resist, but it's better for girls to be more reserved."

Chang Le was amused by him: "What are you talking about, you are obviously about my age."

Gongyilin smiled, naturally she wouldn't explain that what she saw now was a mask after wearing a glass handkerchief.

He turned sideways, and used his hands to push the branches that blocked his sight. His movements were so graceful and beautiful that Chang Le couldn't help but blush.

The little bird raised its left paw and pressed heavily on Gongyilin's shoulder, causing the latter to restrain himself a little from the pain.

"You said, you want me to take you away?" Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows.

Chang Le nodded.

No wonder Gongyilin was suspicious, this girl was so excited like a little white rabbit when she announced that she entered the top [-], she almost jumped up, and now she humbly begged a strange man to take her away, it was really strange.

"Everyone is sharpening their heads and wanting to win the championship." Out of the corner of Gongyilin's eye, he caught a glimpse of the team members who were wooing each other not far away. "You are also good at refining weapons, so you want to leave."

Chang Le looked away and did not meet his gaze, "I just changed my mind."

Gong Yilin pointed in one direction, Chang Le was puzzled, what do you mean?

"The door is there, you can walk by lifting your legs."

Chang Le gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, "If I can get out so easily, I don't need to beg you."

She leaned close to Gongyilin, and the scent of jasmine on her body was faint, "I'm sure, as long as you step out of this door, no one will survive."

Gong Yilin didn't speak, and used silence to force the other party to speak.

After all, she was young, and if Chang Le didn't say anything, Gong Yilin would have nothing to do, but now she was flustered, and seeing Gong Yilin's expressionless face made her feel even more uncertain, and she took the initiative to say: "You must have guessed it too. "

Gong Yilin seemed to think of something, and stared at Chang Le with a bit of inquiry.

Chang Le glanced around cautiously, "As for the final prize, it might be a spirit weapon."

Gongyilin's eyes flickered, and sure enough, the little girl wanted to go with him.

"How can you be sure I can help you?"

Chang Le said: "I don't believe you, I believe it."

Beautiful eyes fell on the little bird.

Gongyilin looked at her suddenly, as if he wanted to see through her. Just now when the little girl persuaded him to change his pet, he felt something was wrong. Could it be that she could see through Kunpeng's mimicry?

"Don't get me wrong, my grandma was originally a monster. She told me that the cuter a creature is, the more terrifying it may be. It's fine if you can see its strength at a glance, but if you can't see anything , either it is a play pet, or... it is the power of the monster clan, and I, from the first time I saw it, I was instinctively afraid."

Very far-fetched reasons, but sometimes exceptionally applicable.

"She does have a weak demon blood in her body, but she didn't inherit any demon talent." The little bird turned its voice into a thread, and the voice came to Gongyilin's ears.

Seeing that Gongyilin still didn't speak, Chang Le's heart broke, "I'll just say it straight, it's okay if the final prize is not a weapon spirit, if it is, we will all die."

Gong Yilin finally became interested, "Oh?"

After getting along with Qinghe for a long time, he learned even worse, at least he learned to use monosyllabic words, and sometimes a simple rhetorical question can make the other party mess up.

Chang Le has not been deeply involved in the world, where is the opponent of an old fox, and directly told all she knew, "Everyone knows that weapon spirits devour treasure weapons to absorb power, but it is not true." She took a deep breath and looked at the public Yi Lin, "The Artifact Spirit not only devours treasures, but also devours refiners to absorb nutrients."

This is the first time Gong Yilin has heard this kind of statement. He knows this well when a weapon spirit matures, using the heaven and earth as a furnace to refine all things. I haven't heard of it.

Gong Yilin looked at her with interest: "Are you suspecting that the purpose of holding this competition is to use us as sacrifices?"

Chang Le quickly made a silent movement, and carefully glanced around.

"The security outside is so strict, you want me to take you away," Gong Yilin shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not realistic."

This sentence is naturally false. If Gong Yilin wants to leave, no one can stop him, but he obviously will not change his plan for a little girl.

Chang Le's eyes rolled, "It's really not possible, we can lose the game on purpose."

Anyway, the final ranking is based on group results, if they perform poorly, they will definitely be eliminated.

Gong Yilin spread his hands, with an indescribable smile on his mouth: "It's a pity, but I want to fight for No.1 for fun."