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The three masters of the "Weapon ......" were all a little disappointed, they thought that Mo Lin could have some wonderful ideas and could make the most of the characteristics of cotton iron, but this answer inevitably disappointed their expectations.

"Why do you want to build weapons, you are a craftsman and not an inkman? With the characteristics of cotton iron, it seems to be more suitable for making machinery. Because weapons need to be used at room temperature, and cotton iron is not suitable at room temperature. Mo Zhou groaned, pointing out the shortcomings of Mo Lin's thoughts.

"Maybe you can take advantage of the properties of the Ice Stone." Mo Lin already had a rough plan in his mind, and when he heard Mo Axis's questioning, he immediately explained.

"Oh?" All three masters became interested.

"If you use the energy of the Ice Spirit Stone to keep the weapon cold, won't you be able to bring out the characteristics of the essence of the iron?" Mo Lin said.

The three masters groaned, not immediately speaking. Theoretically, Mo Lin's idea is feasible, but they know better that moving from theory to application is a difficult process.

“…… Your idea is interesting, maybe you can try it. Mo Zhiwei finally nodded, he was relatively young and easily receptive to fresh ideas.

"I'm going to go to the soldier's house in a few days, I want to see if I can learn some knowledge about weapon casting by the way, and when I return to the village, I will think about what kind of weapon I can make into the essence of cotton." Mo Lin said.

"Very well, this visit to the soldier's house is an opportunity for you to increase your knowledge. However, the real clever casting methods of the soldiers are not passed on, and they can be learned, and if they can't be learned, don't force them. "Moaxe said.

"Thank you for your advice, I see." Mo Lin replied respectfully.

"Also, what happened in the ring this afternoon, what happened. If you want to build weapons, can't you forget the dream of the Ink Maker? Mo Zhou looked at Mo Lin lovingly.

"I ......" was hit by the question of the ink shaft to the deepest secret of the heart, and Mo Lin was speechless for a while.

"I understand your feelings." Fortunately, Mo Zhou didn't ask, but touched Mo Lin's head, treating him like a child, "It's a good thing to have a dream in your heart, and never giving up is also an admirable spirit, maybe some people think that what you are doing is stupid." But one day you'll be proud of your stupidity. ”

Mo Axis's words made Mo Lin's mood stir, he really wanted to tell Mo Zhou loudly that he was cultivating and had already achieved results, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back into his stomach.

"Teacher, one day the students will realize that somewhat stupid dream." Mo Lin's heart was full of gratitude, and he firmly remembered Mo Axis's words as words to encourage him to work hard.

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Early the next morning, Mo Lin came to the central square, and yesterday's lively ring was empty. Mo Lin walked to the center of the second row, sat down comfortably, wrapped his arms around the back of his head to make pillows, half lying on the chair, leisurely looking at the blue sky in the morning.

"Today's first battle is the infighting of the ink man, who is more powerful Mo Ran or Yang Li?" Mo Lin thought about the schedule of the game for a while, and yesterday's fight scene came to mind.

Both of them performed very well, but Mo Ran had a shrewd and calculating side under his honest appearance, and even Ling Huzi was deceived by his tactics. However, Yang Li, who was calm and calm, showed a resolute and resolute side, whether it was comparing speed with Tian Wei or fighting with Shen Buxian's spells, his victory was overwhelming.

Thinking carefully about the performance of the two, Mo Lin felt that the outcome of this game was really unpredictable.

After three poles of the sun, the number of people in the square gradually increased, twice as many as yesterday. All four semi-finalists arrived early and waited in the lounge.

Mo Lin had been staring at Mo Ran in the rest area not far away. For the taciturn Mo Ran, Mo Lin thinks he knows a little more than others.

That was what happened during the half year that Mo Lin was training hard, and in those days, Mo Lin always got up early and ran around the ink village for more than a dozen laps. I had to run every day sweating, panting, and dragging my tired body home.

During that half a year, Mo Lin could often see Mo Ran's figure, and sometimes he would be seen fiddling with the heavy stone lock on the school playground in the east of the village, and Mo Lin was surprised to see him continuously lift the two hundred pounds of stone lock above his head thirty times in a row, without the slightest pause in between.

Mo Lin also secretly tried the two-hundred-pound stone lock, but he couldn't lift it above his head at all, even if he carried it in his hand, he could only hold on for a moment and his arm was sore.

Although he is no longer the weak Mo Lin at the beginning, even now, Mo Lin does not have the confidence to do Mo Ran's level.

In addition to fiddling with the stone lock, Mo Ran often has strange behaviors, Mo Lin has seen him sitting alone in the early morning mist no less than a dozen times, thinking about something alone.

Looking at Mo Ran, who was not tall, had dark skin, and looked more like a farmer, Mo Lin couldn't help but be a little curious about what secrets were hidden in his heart behind his taciturnity.

"Maybe he can really pose a certain threat to Yang Li." Mo Lin thought secretly.

The central square was quickly packed, and this time not only the front of the ring was filled with spectators, but many people also crowded on both sides of the ring, expecting to see three exciting matches.

The referee of the game was still Baili Xi, he came to the stage to talk about the rules, and invited Mo Ran and Yang Li to come to the stage.

In the previous competitions in which the ink artists participated, the people of the ink village spared no effort to support the ink scholars. But now it is a competition between two ink artists, and supporting one will snub the other, so when the two came on stage, they quietly did not cheer for a while.

"Yang Li!" A tender voice sounded, but it was a young girl in the crowd.

The girl's voice seemed to have attracted the minds of many people, and a burst of cheers immediately resounded in the square, most of them shouted Yang Li's name, and gave their applause to the genius boy of Moshi Village without hesitation.

Only a small number of people supported Mo Ran, and they seemed to be alone, and the voice they made was quickly buried by the huge voice of support for Yang Li.

Mo Lin didn't join the cheering crowd, he stared at Mo Ran intently, and saw that there was no expression on his dark face, as if the shouts around him didn't exist.

"This person must not be underestimated." Mo Lin somehow came up with such a thought in his heart.

Ever since he cultivated into meditation, Mo Lin's intuition has become very sharp, and he will always have strange thoughts suddenly. Right now, he felt that Mo Ran's silent body seemed to have a fierce beast hidden in it, and once it broke out, it would have great power.

Yang Li waved his hand at the enthusiastic supporters in the audience, causing many girls to scream excitedly. With a smile on his face, his gaze swept through the crowd, and finally returned to Mo Ran's body. Once those two gazes settled, they seemed to be glued, and there was no longer the slightest movement.

Seeing their calm performance, Mo Lin couldn't help but feel quite emotional. Less than two years ago, they were all classmates at the same level, and just after such a short period of time, Mo Ran and Yang Li have become high-profile young masters, and although they have also improved, they have already fallen behind a lot.

"In three years at the latest, I will catch up with you and return to the same starting line with you." Mo Lin said in his heart.

As soon as Baili Xi announced the start of the game, the cheers from the audience became louder.

In the midst of the cheers, Mo Ran and Yang Li made an ink salute and took a step back.

Yang Li's legs were separated, his body was slightly on one side, and his right hand slowly pulled out the short knife "wolf tooth" from his waist, and the blade flashed cold light across his chest.

In the first game, Yang Li never used wolf teeth from beginning to end, and when he fought with Shen Bu in the second game, he didn't use wolf teeth until the critical moment. Facing Mo Ran at this moment, he showed enough caution from the beginning.

Mo Ran had never used a weapon in his two games, and this one was the same, he just put his arms in front of his chest one after the other, and put himself in a posture.

"Zheng!" The wolf's tooth blade in Yang Li's hand suddenly trembled, making a sound of gold and iron, and at the same time, he also stepped forward, his body opened, like a big bird, and the wolf's tooth short knife was the steel beak of the big bird, and it came straight to Mo Ran.

As soon as Mo Ran's body moved, his whole person was like a gale, dodging Yang Li's attack, his figure turned into a storm, and in an instant, five afterimages flashed, surrounding Yang Li.

Mo Ran's body is extremely fast, and Mo Lin's eyesight can't capture where his true body is. Mo Lin simply closed his eyes, looking for the rhythmic footsteps in the ring in the noisy voices.

Mo Lin still remembered that Zhu Pingman told him that in silence, he could not only cultivate true qi, but also make the senses of his body organs more acute by cultivating qi. He closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while, calming his mood and quietly, and after opening his eyes again, the four afterimages had disappeared, leaving only Mo Ran's true body on the stage moving around Yang Li at great speed.

"Did he really think that he could win Yang Li with this speed?" A trace of doubt passed through Mo Lin's heart.