The System Takes Me to Practice

A third-level array mage, plus Yang Fan is still a refiner, and Yang Fan has a cultivation base of the Void Refining Stage before the age of four hundred. This kind of talent, even in the tenth-level forces, is the existence of inner disciples. .

Just for this, Jin Sihan felt that Yang Fan was proud enough.

hiss!

Everyone felt that they had encountered a monster, and they didn't know why Yang Fan was so powerful at such a young age.

despair!

At this moment, the armored stone statues in the passage took another step. Everyone was shocked and found that half an hour had passed since the start of time.

And Yang Fan's refining device has reached the final forming stage.

Yang Fan's eyes widened, and he carefully squeezed the shape of the weapon in his heart. Slowly, four metal pipes about thirty or forty centimeters long appeared, but there was an iron chain at one end of two of the metal pipes. One end connects the other two metal pipes.

"Hey, it's weird! What kind of weapon is this, why have I never seen it before?"

A disciple of Liangyi Pavilion next to Prince Takeshi Kaneshiro was surprised.

"Why are there four metal pipes? And they are connected by iron chains. How does it work?"

A disciple of Jubao Pavilion of the Three Prince Jinyutang was puzzled.

After more than ten minutes, Yang Fan finally finished refining the magic weapon.

Yang Fan took back the Void Swallowing Flame, and two weapons that were strange to the cultivators of the Five Source Continent appeared in Yang Fan's hands.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Another monk asked, Yang Fan smiled knowingly, but did not answer.

The fifth prince Jin Wenbin frowned. Although he could see that Yang Fan's refining magic weapon was Tier 5, he could not see what weapon it was.

If there are people on earth here, they must recognize them.

Yes, what Yang Fan made was exactly the nunchakus, and there were still two nunchakus, and this kind of nunchakus could also be spliced ​​together to become quadruple sticks or three-section sticks.

"Ning Caichen, what weapon did you refine? Why is it so strange?"

Jin Sihan grabbed the nunchaku and waved it randomly.

It's just that Jin Sihan had never seen a nunchaku, and didn't know how to use it. In less than a few seconds, Jin Sihan was in pain all over his body.

"Bah, baah! This magic weapon is not something that people can use."

Jin Sihan shoved the nunchaku back, and couldn't help but pinch where he was hit.

"Yes, even the nine princesses hit him, this weapon can't be used at all."

"Sure enough! I thought that the king, the result was bronze, and the weapons he produced were not usable. I began to suspect that this person's craftsman grade was fake."

"I bet on a middle-grade spirit stone, this guy named Ning Caichen, I'm afraid I can't use it."

For a time, everyone's ridicule chattered endlessly. Although Jin Wenbin looked ugly, he didn't know what to do with the facts before him.

Yang Fan said with a cold snort.

"A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, your dog eyes can see clearly, this is called Nunchaku!"

Then, Yang Fan quickly swung the nunchaku in the eyes of everyone.

I saw Yang Fan quickly waved the nunchaku with his right hand, and the metal tube was dancing in the air, causing the air to vibrate and blast.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan's speed became faster and faster, and at the same time he switched his hands and waved from time to time.

While waving his right hand behind his shoulders, his left hand stretched to the back and quickly caught the metal tube at the other end. The moment the left hand catches it, the left hand will immediately dance in the front, and then immediately swing one head to the back, while the right hand grabs, and the right hand dances in the front again, and so on.

Because of the fast speed, the low-strength monk only saw the afterimage of the nunchaku, and didn't know where the nunchaku's entity was.

"This..."

Some monks who still wanted to see Yang Fan's jokes widened their eyes, their faces in disbelief.

Jin Sihan opened her mouth wide, her hand covering her mouth, speechless.

"It seems, that's amazing!"

Jin Sihan regretted returning the nunchakus to Yang Fan.

When everyone was surprised that Yang Fan was waving the nunchaku like a cool one, a person's voice suddenly sounded.

"After watching it for a long time, it's just a display of fancy, and it doesn't necessarily have much power. It simply devalues ​​the profession of a refiner."

Huh!

The surroundings fell into silence, and everyone looked around and saw that beside Prince Takeshi Jincheng, the monk dressed as a Taoist priest was shrouded by everyone's eyes. Obviously he said the sentence just now.

Yang Fan looked at it, suddenly suddenly.

This person is Zhang Zhengping, a distant relative of Uncle Wu Jincheng, beside him, there is his younger sister Wen Tianxin.

Different from Zhang Qiwen, the two Taoist priests were only wearing Taoist uniforms, and there was no whisk in their hands. Some were just props used by the rune master to assist in the application of runes.

"You mean, you are strong?"

Yang Fan asked back.

Zhang Zhengping's realm was similar to that of Yang Fan at this time, so Zhang Zhengping couldn't understand Yang Fan's show off.

If Zhang Zhengping knew that Yang Fan's true realm was the mid-integration stage and possessed the strength comparable to the Mahayana stage, I wonder if he would be scared to death.

"of course!"

Zhang Zhengping looked arrogant.

"Then, please!"

Yang Fan came to the passage and made a request.

When Zhang Zhengping heard this, his stature froze. Although he was arrogant, he could see the horror of the armored stone statue when he first came to the imperial tomb. At this moment, he was a little scared.

"Could it be that the disciples of the dignified door are actually afraid of stone statues?"

Yang Fan saw the timidity in Zhang Zhengping's heart.

"Who...who said it!"

As soon as he heard Yang Fan speak out, Zhang Zhengping became nervous and sweated on his forehead.

If he dare not accept the challenge because of his timidity, this matter spreads out. Although he has the care of Zhang Qiwen, a distant elder, he will not be expelled from the sect, but he is definitely a handyman disciple. And will be laughed at by people in the door.

"Brother, don't be afraid!"

At this time, Wen Tianxin handed a spear.

Yang Fan was astonished, and he could tell at a glance that this was a magic weapon of high rank.

It seemed that he was thinking of something, turned his head and looked, and saw that behind the prince Jincheng Wu, three of the seven disciples of the Liangyi Pavilion were sitting on the ground, refining magic weapons. Seeing their familiar techniques, they were at least Rank 6 refiners.

"It's no wonder that a good magic weapon can be refined so quickly."

Yang Fan muttered.

As Zhang Zhengping entered the passage, Yang Fan smiled knowingly and said provocatively.

"Is it me or you first?"

"Humph!"

Zhang Zhengping gave a cold snort, and stepped his feet on the ground, his body exploded like a cannonball, and answered Yang Fan with action. Zhang Zhengping was very fast and came to the armored stone statue in the blink of an eye.

Just when Zhang Zhengping held the spear in both hands and was about to stab it out, the armored stone statue actually retracted the foot he had just stepped back, and blasted Zhang Zhengping one step ahead.

The armored stone statue is very fast. Once grasping the spear head of the spear, the sharp spear head only left a few shallow scratches on the armoured stone statue's hand.

"what?!!"

Zhang Zhengping couldn't believe it, but before he could make the next move, the armored stone statue made a fist with his left hand!