Lu Lin sighed.

"It's okay, you're already mentally supportive of me."

The two of them walked towards the sect together, the gate of the sect was very wide, and there was no crowding at the door.

If you enter the sect, you will go to the left and take the exam.

The forging of iron is called the ancient method, and after the entrance, go to the right, and the examination venue is on the right.

Once inside, it's time for the two to go their separate ways.

"We'll go back to the inn after the exam." Lu Lin said.

"Done."

After a simple yes, the two of them walked in different directions.

Lu Lin followed the flow of people to the venue on the right, which was a large square wide enough, and a forging table would be placed every five or six meters.

And there are so many dense numbers on this square that even after Lu Lin looked at it, he couldn't form a specific number in his heart.

"Just find any one, don't pick, it's all the same."

There were some examiners in the examination room, shouting in a lazy voice.

Lu Lin casually found a table, stood there, and then looked sideways to the side, there were all kinds of cultivators here.

From small mortals to large infants.

The cultivation of the Jindan Realm like Lu Lin is really inconspicuous among these people.

There were some small tools on the table, and the forging hammers were all treasure level.

When everyone had almost come in, Lu Lin looked towards the front of the high platform, and there was a person who appeared there at some point.

Even Lu Lin couldn't see through the aura on his body, and he must have surpassed Tianfeng.

"Silence."

Two words came out of his mouth softly, but the sound permeated the audience, causing everyone to stop talking instantly.

Then, the man stood on the high platform, his palm stretched forward, and countless pieces of iron flew out of his spatial ring, and the iron fell precisely on each forging platform.

Three identical pieces of iron fell on one of the forging tables.

Lu Lin scanned it with his divine sense, and this iron material was mortal iron.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this first test, all iron forging spirit iron, everyone can do it, right?"

"No, it doesn't matter, I'll tell you about it."

Then, he began to tell the story of the process of forging iron.

The difficulty of the Mortal Spiritual Iron for a short period is a little higher, and it is necessary to use a device on the foot to beat the spiritual energy into the Mortal Iron.

After all, mortals who have not become monks at this time must be extremely poor in talent and unable to cultivate.

In such cases, it is necessary to show a stronger technique than those monks.

Obviously, everyone who came here knew it, and there was no surprise on those annoying faces, and they all looked at Fan Tie in front of them with blazing eyes.

"By the way, this year's test has added a new content, if you can keep forging it, then keep forging it, based on the highest hammer count."

Lu Lin heard him say this, and nodded, the last time he used mortal iron to forge, this time he added such an item.

It seems that I just want to see the hearts of so many people present and their control of power.

"Let's get started."

The man on stage said.

Some of those who carried their own forging hammers took out their own forging hammers, while those like Lu Lin, who were empty-handed, picked up the one on the stage.

After Lu Lin took out the forging hammer, he tossed it in his hand a few times, and did not rush to smash it, but waved a familiar forging hammer left and right.

It wasn't until the people next to him smashed more than 20 times that Lu Lin took a deep breath, and then he took out a piece of mortal iron and burned it red.

All those impurities in the brain are removed in an instant.

"Ding!"

The first hammer fell.

The second hammer fell.

Lu Lin seemed to have returned to those days of sword practice, swinging one sword after another, and the power of each sword was equal to the previous one.

Lu Lin is not outstanding among everyone, but as time goes by, Lu Lin's meticulous movements still attract the attention of several examiners.

Soon, someone ran out of three pieces of iron.

But the three pieces of iron have been smashed to waste, and none of them have smashed to the point of spiritual iron.

Just as he was sneaking around and trying to continue smashing and get by, the three pieces of spiritual iron in front of him suddenly flew out and were withdrawn into the hands of the person on the stage.

He knew he was now disqualified.

The middle-aged man looked at his hand, let out a long sigh, and then could only put down the hammer in his hand and walked towards the outside of the examination room.

With the departure of the first person, some people's mood also changed at this moment, and they were a little worried in their hearts, and they were separated by the figure of that person, and the power of the hammer in their hands was also displaced.

Three pieces of iron were exhausted, and he became the second person to go out.

Soon the third, the fourth.

More and more people made some of the people present feel a little impetuous, and the wrought iron hand was out of control.

Soon, the first man to forge nearly a hundred hammers appeared.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine......

Bean-sized sweat rolled down his forehead.

Finally, a little!

"Dang!"

Smashed!

The heart began to beat violently, but it was only this hammer, the last hammer of the third iron......

This......

The three pieces of iron were immediately taken back, and the man looked at the three pieces of iron that flew away, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes, and he picked up the forged water hammer and was about to smash it on his head.

The examiner next to him moved his fingers, and a flash of inspiration flicked to his eyebrows.

This flash of spiritual light made his mind clear and cold, and he suddenly woke up.

"Thank you......" clenched his fist, the man put down the hammer, and walked out of the examination room with a lonely expression.

There were less than 10% of the people left.

Someone forged spiritual iron, and then gave up continuing to attack.

There are also mortals who force their will to smash a hundred hammers down, and then they close their eyes and faint.

There were fewer and fewer tinkling sounds from the scene, and the one on the stage finally looked at Lu Lin.

More than one hundred and twenty hammers had been knocked out in Lu Lin's hands, and this piece of mortal iron under his hand had already become a spiritual iron.

"That's good, pay attention."

Then he looked elsewhere.

A total of three or four people were recorded.

Lu Lin didn't see anything here, all his attention was on the piece of iron in front of him.

The iron ingot had been smashed to the size of a fist, and Lu Lin was still smashing it one after another.

Soon, two hundred hammers!

Now there are only three people left on the field.

The people around him who had finished forging all looked at him.

"Dang!"

One of the three missed, and with a long breath, he put down the hammer and sat down on the ground, resting and breathing.