Two months have passed in a blink of an eye.

Early the next morning, Lin Quan and the other nine attendant disciples left the earth fire room early and came back to the familiar hall in the puppet hall to wait quietly.

After a while, Uncle Li appeared. This time, Uncle Li seemed to have plenty of time, and he didn't come and go like the wind like the previous two times.

He first looked at the nine people one by one, and then said loudly after a while: "The old man has been in charge of the puppet hall for more than ninety years, and he has always had clear rewards and punishments. Now take out the refined black iron in turn. ”

"Yes, Uncle Li. The nine of them answered in unison, and then each untied the storage bag from his waist.

First of all, Senior Brother Wu and the three senior brothers who had reached the twelfth level of cultivation in their basic exercises, they took a step forward under the guidance of Master Li's eyes. With a neat shake of the storage bag, three piles of black iron ore appeared in front of everyone.

"Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty-five. ”

In an instant, everyone had already seen the number of these three piles of black iron ore clearly. Among them, the one who reached thirty-five was that Wu Huaiyuan. The other two Senior Brother Bao and Senior Brother Zhou are slightly worse.

"Okay! Okay! You and the other three really deserve to be the senior brothers of the twelfth layer of cultivation. Not only can I do exactly what I have been assigned, but I can also exceed each of them. Very good!" Master Li nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Senior Brother Wu with appreciative eyes and said, "Especially the Martial Master Nephew, with your refined kung fu, it is enough to rank in the top five among all the outer disciples." ”。

"Thank you for the compliment. The disciple will definitely work harder in the future. Senior Brother Wu did not show any pride or complacency at all, but seemed very modest.

Senior Brother Wu's calm demeanor immediately won everyone's recognition. The two senior brothers, Bao and Zhou, also had nothing to say at all, and the absolute gap in strength had already made them realize the facts. Now, the two of them have recognized each other as their biggest rivals, two years is still a long time, and no one can say for sure that the second spot will not be until the last minute.

"Yes, I hope so. There are also the six of you, hurry up!" Li Shibo waved his sleeves and took away the three piles of black iron, and said to Lin Quan and the other six people expressionlessly.

"Disciple Qian Jin visits the master ......"

"Disciple Wang Lin visits his master ......"

"Disciple Sun Guanglin visits his master and ......"

Soon, in addition to Lin Quan, the five senior brothers who had cultivated at the eleventh level of condensation, including Senior Brother Hou, also stepped forward one by one to present their refined black iron, but the amount of black iron handed over by these five people all made Senior Uncle Li very dissatisfied. Because none of these five people completed thirty yuan, the most senior brother Wang Lin only handed over twenty-eight yuan, and the worst senior brother named Sun Guanglin only handed over twenty-four yuan for poor baba. Senior Brother Hou, who had a good relationship with Lin Quan, handed over twenty-six yuan, and the number was more than enough. It's just that at this time, he is also sad, and he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

"It's all useless! Hmph, the old man has long said that this kind of task must be carried out by a disciple of the twelfth layer of cultivation to be barely competent...... Ma Zhiyuan, an old guy, actually uses these low-level disciples to prevaricate every time, which is really annoying old man...... Hey, that kid over there, what are you doing there, why don't you hand over your black iron quickly!" Such a bad result ruined all the good mood that Master Li had just generated, and he immediately scolded angrily. Especially when he saw Lin Quan, the person with the worst cultivation, still standing still, Master Li was even more angry.

Originally, judging from the experience of Uncle Li in the puppet hall for more than 90 years, although the task of refining raw ore was only the most basic and simple. But it is also the most consuming of spiritual power and spiritual sense, so these are all closely related to the monk's own cultivation. Over the years, this kind of task was only barely capable of being carried out by disciples of the twelfth level of Qi Condensation. Disciples who lack cultivation can only make up for it unless they have an amazing talent in the way of refining weapons or are a skilled refiner themselves, but such disciples are generally recruited by the refining hall, and Master Li has only met three or four in total over the years.

"Yes, disciple Lin Quan visited his uncle. Please check it. Although Lin Quan, who was scolded for no reason, was secretly angry in his heart, he did not show any dissatisfaction on his face. He replied respectfully, quickly took two steps forward, and poured out all the black iron that had been prepared with a shake of the storage bag.

In addition to Senior Brother Hou, the other four eleventh-layer cultivators immediately focused their attention on the pile of black iron. After two full months of hard work, they were still severely criticized by Uncle Li, but their hearts were quite unbalanced, and they all secretly cursed Lin Quan in their hearts that the number was even less. Only in this way can those of them who are senior brothers save a little face.

"Ten ......"

"Twenty ......"

"Thirty ......"

"Thirty-three! How could there be thirty-three?"

"It's really incredible, Lin Quan's results actually beat Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Bao, and he ranked second!?"

But the reality is cruel. After counting all the black iron poured out by Lin Quan as soon as possible, the four senior brothers couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Bao turned even pale.

This completely unexpected result made Uncle Li also let out a light "huh", and he quietly grabbed a few pieces and slowly checked them.

"Master Lin, nephew, you're very good. It seems that this time it was the old man who lost his eyes. After a long time, Master Li stared at Lin Quan with a strange expression for a long time, and then nodded and said, "Not only have you exceeded the refining task this time, but the quality of each piece of black iron is not bad, I hope you can also have such a good performance in the next time."

"Yes! The disciple will definitely keep up the good work. ”

In fact, these were not all of Lin Quan's achievements, he had a total of thirty-six pieces of truly complete black iron in this month. If he hadn't made two more mistakes later, he would have taken out a total of thirty-eight dollars.

Of course, Lin Quan also understood how difficult this kind of refining task was. If he took out all the thirty-six pieces at once, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of Uncle Li. Therefore, he only prepared thirty pieces according to the requirements of the task at first, and the reason why he added one more temporarily was also a change made after referring to the results of the three twelfth-level monks. This is also the reason why he dragged it out until the end before taking out his black iron.

"By the way, Senior Nephew Lin, have you ever studied alchemy before?"

"Back to Uncle Shi's words. The disciple had indeed taught himself a little inferior alchemy before, but since he was not taught by his master, he could only refine some low-level magic weapons at most. In recent years, in order to earn some spirit stones to maintain their cultivation, disciples often accept some tasks of refining ores. Lin Quan replied respectfully.

"I see! No wonder you've done this. Uncle Li was relieved and did not continue to ask.

The other eight senior brothers also nodded thoughtfully. It's just that for this matter, Senior Brother Bao and Senior Brother Zhou looked at Lin Quan's gaze very unkindly.

Lin Quan didn't care too much about this. If it was just for other rewards, Lin Quan would definitely not take the risk of offending two twelfth-level cultivators at the same time and take out thirty-three pieces of black iron. It's a pity that the mission of the puppet hall is different, and the precious 800 contribution points are what he swears to obtain. What's more, Master Li had promised that he would personally guide the best performers to learn the refining techniques of the puppets. In this way, how could Lin Quan give in.

"Alright, that's it for the first mission. In the next half a year, you still need to continue refining ninety pieces of black iron ore!" After collecting all the black iron, Master Li said with a straight face: "Anyone who does well can be interested in learning puppetry, and the old man can personally guide you." As for those who fail to complete the task, you should know what the consequences are. ”

After listening to Senior Uncle Li's words, Lin Quan and Senior Brother Wu and the other four were full of anticipation, while the other five eleventh-layer cultivators lowered their heads and smiled bitterly.

"Alright, now you can go down. You can go to Deacon Shao to get the task materials for the next half a year, go down. ”