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Wang Yifan stood on a boulder and looked around.

The course "Use of the Earth Element" is a "big lesson" that every student can observe. He had to make some expansion of the gravel land. And, you have to add as much element content as possible.

Silently planning the layout, muttering and gesturing from time to time.

After staying in Feifeng Academy for more than a month, Wang Yifan has unconsciously integrated into the identity of "teacher".

Digging pits and injecting water, transplanting and giving birth, water and wood elements are easy to say.

The gold element is also easy to solve, go back and buy some green steel and red copper, and through the casting room of the academy, with the primary casting skills, you can cast a lot. But this fire element is really difficult to maintain. Maybe we can only wait until tomorrow before class and set up a campfire on the spot.

As for the special elements, there were only more than thirty people in the three classes of Wind and Ice Thunder in the Academy, and there was no light or darkness at all. So it's not set for the time being.

ran back and forth for a few times, but fortunately, the material cost of buying green steel and red copper, Dean Ma reimbursed him, which can be regarded as the only comfort.

How to bring a large amount of green steel and red copper to the casting room?

In order to hide people's eyes and ensure that the mobile phone is not discovered, Wang Yifan gritted his teeth and bought a storage bag. Although it was the most inferior, it still made him owe a debt.

However, Dean Ma was happy to see this, he was afraid that Wang Yifan would have nothing to worry about, and when the time came, he would turn around and leave. It's also a good thing that we owe something now. It is the same as the previous appointment as a teacher.

Hurried to the North District Teaching Hall.

Drill into the casting room, remove all the materials in the storage bag, and pile them aside.

He clenched his fist and turned his neck. Then, he picked up the green steel hammer on the casting table and turned it up at will, and an unexpected sense of familiarity came to mind. The cold hammer in his hand is faintly revealing a long-lost intimate feeling.

After taking a piece of red copper, Wang Yifan carried the "palm inflammation" in his left hand, and held the green steel hammer in his right hand, and began to cast it. And as the proficiency gradually increases, the speed of its casting is also getting faster and faster.

"Jingle ......"

The entire casting room was instantly covered by the sound of a dense hammer pounding, and it was heard far away through the door.

Gradually, Wang Yifan's speed of swinging the hammer slowed down, thin beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the muscles on his exposed arms were even more bruised. Such a high frequency of swinging the hammer made his arms sore and weak, and it was difficult to continue.

Stopping, Wang Yifan squinted his eyes and searched for what he had learned in the retreat.

Pregnant!

Wang Yifan smiled, picked up the "copper skin and iron bones" and "ghost shadow hand", and started again. The former shields pain, and the latter increases hand speed.

During the month of retreat, Wang Yifan was not just eating, he almost learned the exercises, techniques, and methods on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Hall. Although the quality is not high, they are all beginner and intermediate skills, but they are better because they have a complete range and a large quantity.

As the afternoon casting class started getting closer and closer, many students came to the door of the foundry room one after another. Raven Black, standing at the door of the closed foundry, was a makeshift janitor.

Although the students were full of curiosity about the still "tinkling" casting room, they knew the origin of the only dark crow in the academy, but no one pushed the door in. They just looked at Xiao Hei curiously and discussed something in a whisper.

"Eh, I heard that Mr. Wang's dark crow is a first-order spirit beast."

"What's that, I just heard from the people of Baibao Pavilion that Mr. Wang is the son of a big family who spends a lot of money. A storage bag with tens of thousands of credits, I bought it in the blink of an eye. ”

"Shhhhh

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At twelve fifty o'clock, the sound in the casting room stopped abruptly, Wang Yifan pushed open the door, smiled at the students who greeted the door, said "Hello everyone" and called Xiao Hei, squeezing out of the crowd.

did not finish casting all the green steel red copper, but he also had a new plan, smashing the green steel red copper directly into the shallow layer of the earth, presumably it can also play a role in a trace of "gold element".

Speaking of which, the cultivation of the Golden Element Method is the most bizarre of the Five Elements element.

The outer condensation of the golden body, like the body of Buddhism;

The hands gather gold, and they are like swords and weapons;

It seems nondescript, but it is both offensive and defensive.

The five elements have always had a clear division of labor, with fire as the main attack, earth as the main defense, water as the main revival, wood as the main limit, and gold as the support of the Quartet.

This sudden thought made Wang Yifan secretly decide. In the future, it is necessary to form a legendary squad.

On the weekend morning, a thin parabola slowly climbed up the inky blue clouds, red and shining. The brilliant red sun crept up, raising a gentle smile and slowly banishing the darkness.

Wang Yifan opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his eyes, and lay lazily for three minutes before lifting the quilt.

Put on a wide robe and white clothes, take out the storage bag, and hang it around your waist.

It is said that people rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold. Under the packaging of the system's "shape conversion" function, the storage bag finally turned over and went on the table. The white exterior is inlaid with silver edges, and the mouth of the bag is also painted with the pattern of "gravel around the mountain", which is obviously specially added by Wang Yifan according to the pattern on the clothes. It looks like an earthen elemental teacher's exclusive storage bag. It's both nice looking and burglar-proof.

It's this hair, some of it is too long.

"How do the people in the academy get haircuts?" muttered curiously, Wang Yifan went out, ate two bites in the dining hall casually, and went straight to Baibao Pavilion.

Before buying a storage bag, the 100,000 yuan owed was owed, relying on his salary of 2,000 a month, which is obviously a bit of a fool's dream. Not to mention raising a first-order spirit beast. So you have to find another way to make money.

"Hello, do you have spiritual tools here?"

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After asking around, Wang Yifan found that almost all of the products sold in this Baibao Pavilion were the products of the academy itself, most of them came from the students, and the academy was specially set up by the academy in order to make the students self-sufficient, and there was no such thing as buying it.

Here's the good news: you can rent a small shop and sell it.

"That's it, owing 100,000 is also owing, owing 1 million is also owing, and it doesn't hurt to have more."

Just do it!

Wang Yifan went to the North District Hall in a hurry, borrowed 5,000 credits again, and successfully rented a shop in the corner of Baibao Pavilion.

A "breeze to remove dust", a "fine water without traces", cleaned up cleanly, and directly threw ten green steel swords on the counter, all of which were third-order medium-grade spiritual tools.

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Jian Anjie, as his name suggests, although he is only sixteen years old, he is a real sword cultivator.

Studying in the sword cultivation class of the outer courtyard of Feifeng Academy, he is a veritable genius in the class.

The second-order Yuan Force, the third-order internal strength, and the good kendo comprehension. For a long time, he has been regarded as a student of the half-step inner courtyard.

The only regret is that there is no weapon to handy.

Now, although it is said that the new semester has begun, which genius student does not stare at time and bury his head in penance. Cultivation is on the way, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. As a sword cultivator, if you don't even have a sword, it's no different from cutting off your arms.

Before being admitted to the hospital, there was a second-order mid-grade red bronze sword, but unfortunately, in a small competition in the academy last year, it was damaged and embarrassed to be used again.

Therefore, going to visit the Hundred Treasure Pavilion on the last day of the week has almost become Jian Anjie's habit.

Although most of the items sold in the Hundred Treasure Pavilion of the Academy can't even be called spiritual tools. The spirit tools occasionally sold were only the first and second order defective products refined by the gentlemen.

Walking into the Hundred Treasure Pavilion, it seems that it has become Jian Anjie's instinct.

"Hehe, this dress has been sold for a year, and it's still here."

"If that bronze sword is not broken, maybe I will reluctantly ask for it."

"Alas... Saved up a whole year's worth of credits..."

"These ten green steel swords are still like each other."

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Muttering and walking around, Jian Anjie shook his head at the door of the Hundred Treasure Pavilion as usual, ready to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, his feet had not yet landed, and he seemed to remember something, and his face was full of incredulity, and he stopped his movements in a daze.

"Wait! The ten green steel swords just now! ”

With a low shout, Jian Anjie retracted his steps, turned around suddenly, looked in a direction, and ran wildly like crazy.

"It's near! It's close! It's right at hand..."

Jian Anjie stopped and stared at the ten green steel swords on the counter.

Without the slightest deviation in his mouth, he muttered the information of the Qinggang Sword: "The sword is three feet long, the whole sword is green steel, it is integrated, the sword light is green, cold as autumn frost, also known as the Qingshuang Sword." ”

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Looking at the strange young man in front of him, Wang Yifan replied lightly: "No, the green steel sword with ice attribute is called 'green frost', and these ten swords are not." ”

Jian Anjie raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at the person who was talking behind the counter.

After seeing that it was Wang Yifan, he opened his mouth and quickly bowed.

"Student Jian Anjie has seen Mr."

"It's okay, it's okay, Jian Anjie wants to buy a sword?" Wang Yifan waved his hand, smiled, and waited all morning, and finally someone came.

"Yes, teacher, I don't know how much this green steel sword is priced." Jian Anjie was a little cramped, and no teacher had ever sold items in the Hundred Treasure Pavilion in person before.

"Uh... How much do you think it's worth? ”

Regarding the price, Jian Anjie didn't say anything, but he was afraid that Wang Yifan wouldn't be able to think of it, but he didn't know much about the market here, so he could only kick the ball back.

"The teacher asked me to say?" Jian Anjie was a little hesitant, if he said it too low, he was afraid that the teacher would be angry, and if he said it too high, he was afraid that he would not be able to afford it. I had to be bold and spit out lightly, "Three thousand? ”

"Three thousand?" Wang Yifan was a little surprised, and involuntarily raised his voice.

According to the calculation of 3,000, the 105,000 credit owed is only a matter of thirty-five swords, so simple?

"Uh... Three thousand five? Jian Anjie blushed. Sure enough, it is a little unrealistic to want to drill Mr. Confucius. It stands to reason that three thousand five is still low, but I have saved it for a year, and I only have these three thousand five hundred credits, and if it is higher, I really can't afford it.

As soon as Wang Yifan heard it and looked at it, he instantly knew what Jian Anjie was thinking, smiled slightly, and slowly spoke: "If you do me a favor, I will give you three thousand, how about it." ”

"Really?" Jian Anjie couldn't believe his ears, and the joy in his heart was overflowing. But he quickly put away his smile, swallowed his saliva, and asked tentatively, "What does the teacher want me to do?" ”

"Hehe, you help me publicize in the sword cultivation class, just say that the Hundred Treasure Pavilion sells the third-order spirit tool green steel sword, which is sold in limited quantities!" Wang Yifan thought to himself: young is young after all.

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