After I wore it back, I became immortal

"Okay, let's go send stones." Pu Tongren waved his hand at 'Qi-0523'.

Ji-0523 had strange eyes, walked up to the ore in a daze for a while, and distributed the ore to each student's operating table with a wave of his hand.

When he was done he was ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" Pu Tongren threw the ore in his hand into the furnace without raising his head.

The voice of Qi-0523 is cold and hard, with a rigidity that does not resemble human beings, "except for teaching courses, the rest of the time is resting."

"Then you stay by the side." Pu Tongyan looked up at the awed students below, picked up another piece of ore from the ground and threw it into the furnace, wondering: "Why are you looking at me? I can't refine weapons for you."

The students below were at a loss, feeling more and more that this teacher was unreliable.

"How to refine the weapon?"

Pu Tongren looked down at the ore in the furnace, his eyes moved when he heard this, and he replied confidently: "How do I know." I'm just a blacksmith.

All the students: ...It's over, I'm going to fail this course.

"Teacher, do you really know how to refine weapons?" Someone in Class [-], Senior [-] asked suspiciously.

Pu Tongren answered crisply: "No!"

"Since you won't, why would you be our teacher?"

"Liang Qi!" Lin Le warned in a low voice.

Liang Qi ignored him, and stared at Pu Tongren with burning eyes.

"How do I know, maybe I'm good-looking."

"...Is that you? Pu Tongren." Liang Qi affirmed.

Pu Tongren: "No." I am now the little ancestor.

Liang Qi, "I'm not blind."

Pu Tongren looked at him in surprise, "I know, you just have a problem with your mind."

"I think it is necessary for me to introduce myself. You can call me teacher directly, or you can call me little ancestor. Of course, I am very happy for you to call me little ancestor." Pu Tongren looked very serious.

"Please don't call me wrong, or I will be angry."

"So teacher, are you going to teach us nothing in this class? If that's the case, if we can't pass this exam in the future, we can't blame us." A student who doesn't talk often in Class [-] said bluntly.

"You still have the face to say that you can't pass! Don't you feel ashamed?" Pu Tong didn't understand. Listening to what they meant, did they blame him for failing the exam?

"My aptitude is not good, blame me? My movements are so simple and clear, do you want me to teach you by hand?"

easy to understand?Some students looked at the furnace in front of Putongren and the ore that was getting smaller and smaller, and they all looked at Putongren in disbelief.

Not long after, the students below put the stones into the furnace suspiciously, and after a few minutes, the discussion broke out again.

"It doesn't work at all, the cloud iron doesn't show any signs of melting."

"Boom!" Someone angrily took out the Yuntie that had not changed at all from the furnace, and said indignantly, "What kind of spicy teacher is this? He doesn't talk about anything, and he is still a teacher? I think he came in through the back door."

"No wonder he is different from other teachers, he can't be defective, right?"

"If you say that, it's really possible."

"Lu Ran, has your cloud iron melted?" Suddenly a surprised voice covered up the complaints.

"Really, Wei Ci's Yuntie has also become smaller, how did you do it?"

Lu Ran and Wei Ci are both former high school class [-] students, a rich second generation, a top student, and usually belong to that kind of attention-grabbing figure, but now they are in the 'future class', but they are much more low-key than before.

At least before, they didn't have any outstanding aspects.

Lin Le observed carefully, and before Lu Ran was about to speak, a scorching flame suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and after hesitating for a moment, he threw the supernatural fire into the furnace?

Zhao Muyan, who was a distance away from him, his eyes flickered when he saw this, and he put his hand on the furnace and moved it lightly.

At this time, Lu Ran also began to explain patiently, "Use your own abilities to slowly melt."

Having said that, most of the students started to try something new.

As for Pu Tongren above, no one expected him to give lectures.

Twenty minutes passed.

"It can't be done, the ability energy is exhausted." A student sat down on the ground as he said, panting and resting with a pale face.

As soon as the man sat down, as if he had touched some switch, one after another the students sat down feebly.

Looking at the cloud iron in the furnace, don't look at it, it looks only the size of a football, but no one has melted it to half, and at most, it has only melted about a quarter.

That person was none other than Lu Ran.

But Lu Ran obviously couldn't hold on anymore, his face was paler than others, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Finally, he sat down on the ground with his hands loose, and looked at Pu Tongren with bright eyes.

Feeling his gaze, Putong paused and looked back.

what are you looking at me for?

If you don't refine weapons well, you will know that you are addicted to beauty.

At this time, Pu Tongren had already fished out the completely melted cloud iron from the furnace, and I don't know how he did it, the cloud iron that had already melted into liquid stopped directly in mid-air.His fingers didn't touch them directly, but they seemed to be kneaded into various shapes by a pair of big hands.

In the past, he skipped this step to save time, but now he is responsible for teaching those students who can only scream.

Pu Tongren let his head go blank, thinking about the appearance of kneading. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the slender, flat and thin long sword on the table. long sword.

This time he was not as exaggerated as he was when he repaired the frying pan in the sea of ​​fire last time, and the small hammer hit the cloud iron lightly, without any trace of force.It makes people wonder whether he is 'refining' or simply hammering for fun?

After hammering ten times, Pu Tongren stopped the movement in his hands, and he picked up a soft sword on the table that was as thin as a cicada's wing, about two centimeters wide and one meter long.At this time, the sword body is not as stupid as it was at the beginning. Under the beating of the small hammer, the sword body gradually becomes thinner and brighter, so that now it is a silvery white high-value long soft sword with a cold light.

Cloud iron is a low-level forging material, and its texture is relatively soft. Even if a lot of superposition is used, it can only be forged into a soft sword.

But being able to withstand nearly ten hammers still surprised Pu Tongren.

"Wow, teacher, is this the sword you made?" At some point, Pu Tongren was surrounded by a circle of students, with a tone of amazement.

"Don't talk nonsense, please praise and thank you to your heart's content." Pu Tong nodded slightly reservedly.

The student who originally wanted to boast a few words, but now has no meaning: ...

"This sword is so soft, can it kill people?"

Pu Tong glanced at the student who raised the question, and said calmly, "It's okay to kill you."

The student turned pale and retreated angrily.

"Teacher, can I touch it?"

Before Pu Tongren could stop him, he impatiently stretched out his hand to touch it.

"what--"

Pu Tongren looked at the student who was holding his flowing palm, pursed his lips and said, "Thank you for the consecration."

'Qi-0523', who stood aside with a very low sense of presence, felt a pain in his wrist, and applied to the future class leader for the third time to go back to rest.

"Sorry, your application was rejected. The instructor Xiaozu applied for you as his assistant. Please persist until the end of the 'Refining Training Class'."

"Massive death value +0523 from 'Qi-1000'"

"Host work hard to earn death value, the current death value is -64600."

Pu Tongyan looked up, couldn't help frowning and communicated with 481 consciously, "Why are there so many?"

481 was still aggrieved, and immediately showed Pu Tongren the previous record.

"Ding, the host is threatened with his life. He used 33900 death points to buy advanced death counts. Ding, the current death value is 481, which is not enough. He successfully owed 66100 death points to [-]."

"Purchase the number of advanced deaths successfully, triggering skill judgment...'Krypton gold change life' (success rate + 10%), get the fatal threat of the dead (success rate + 1%), automatic death (success rate + 10%) advanced death The success rate of the number of times is 50%, and the current success rate is 71%""

"Ding, the skill 'With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish' was successfully triggered, and the time limit is 5 minutes."

After the display, a line of words appeared on 481, "It's clear, please be honest, and work hard to pay back the debt."

Pu Tongren: ...

In a blink of an eye, he said to Lin Le, who was poking his head behind him, "Come here."

Lin Le was taken aback for a moment, didn't ask any questions, and subconsciously went over.

"Does it look good?" Pu Tongren pointed to the soft sword and said.

Lin Le was puzzled at first, then thought of something, looked at Pu Tongren ecstatically and expectantly, "Are you going to give me the sword?"

Pu Tongren: "Think beautifully."

"..." Then why are you asking me?

Seeming to see his doubts, Pu Tongren said bluntly: "Is it lost or not? Is it angry?" How come the death value hasn't increased yet!

Lin Le: "...Are you infected by my brother?" After speaking, Lin Le realized that he had slipped the tongue, and looked at the other party calmly.

"Your brother, by the way, where is your brother?" Pu Tongren, who had just realized that he was ashamed, couldn't help but look around.

Lin Le: "How do I know where my brother is?" Didn't you drag my brother along?In the second half of the sentence, he gestured with his eyes.

Pu Tongren, who successfully received the gaze, was puzzled, why does this baby have cramp eyes like Hao Vase?

But he said: "It's okay, he looks so good-looking, nothing will happen."

Lin Le: ...What kind of logic is this?Looking good, shouldn't it be more dangerous?

"Are you really Pu Tongren?" Liang Qi suddenly came forward, staring at Pu Tongren and asked.

"Why are you here and become a teacher? What is your relationship with what happened? Also, who are you!"

Facing his series of questions, Pu Tongren replied flatly, "I am a teacher based on my ability, so if I don't accept myself, go complain."

Liang Qi's eyes were red, his hands were propped on the table, and his body was about to lean forward.

"Stop, don't mind me being too close, keep the normal teacher-student distance!" Pu Tongren pointed at him with a hammer.

"But..." He still wanted to say something, but at this moment, because of his few words, his ears were full of whispering conversations.

"Do you need help?" Ji-0523 said with a cold voice, calming down all the students.

Pu Tongren: "...you are amazing."

Qi-0523's face froze, and he managed to calm down and said, "You are the best. Also, my hands are ugly and not perfect at all."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand that had been deeply scratched with two hideous wounds.

Dolls don't bleed, and being injured will only make them lose a bit of aura. However, the chances for the dolls to fully recover are slim.

Unless, like the last time, he is rested by the earth father, he will always be 'injured'.Therefore, he would rather hurt himself than be chopped off!

God knows how someone is not afraid of death to attack them, usually because they hunt others, which round will someone else hunt them?

It can only be said that the hard stubble has been kicked, and this hard stubble has become their colleague! !

"Does it hurt?" Pu Tongren said in a slightly concerned tone.

Unwaiter-0523 speaks.

"It's a pity, what a pair of perfect hands, it would be better if the injury was on the arm."

Device-0523: ...No, it's not a pity, how long is the get out of class over?

Break time has never been better than class time!