Chapter 103 Medium Srcer

"Six..."

Yin Yifan was blown out by the power of the explosion. Fortunately, he had been on guard. On his body, he formed a layer of ice armor and resisted most of the damage.

"Oh, what a pity."

Seeing that Yin Yifan's body was bombarded and flew out backwards, most of the onlookers still regretted. The original casting place has been shrouded in a puff of smoke at this moment. The icicle burst and fell to the ground, and the banging sound sounded everywhere.

Chen Qingya saw the place where Yin Yifan was in the casting and exploded. For a moment, his eyes widened, and the pleasure in his heart was difficult to vent due to excessiveness. After a long time, he took a breath and said a wisp of frivolous words: "What a cold refiner is nothing more than that."

"Well, he also exploded. That's great."

Yu Jiaer, who was being slowly put down by Yu Deshui, couldn't help but be surprised and shouted secretly.

However, under the stunned sight of everyone, Yin Yifan slowly stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his head. He seemed to breathe a heavy sigh of relief. He slowly stood up. The ice armor that was originally attached to the whole body surface, together with the uprightness of the body, also collapsed piece by piece.

"Grandpa, he also failed."

Yu Jiaer pouted and acted coquettishly at Yu Deshui. Her voice was not loud, but she could just echo in the courtyard for a week. Originally, the casting failed due to the explosion, which was somewhat embarrassing in her heart. When she was worried about not knowing what to do, she found that Yin Yifan was also bursting. She seemed to have found a step, and her heart was full of joy.

"That's not necessarily the same."

Yin Yifan smiled softly, as if he didn't agree. He raised a shallow arc at the corners of his mouth and said faintly, "Get up!"

Under the look of everyone, a few sharp sounds suddenly came from the center of the explosion. The dust continued, and just as he was about to gradually regain calm, a white and bright machete suddenly rushed up. It swung in mid-air and swayed a few times. Then there was a bang and fell straight into the smoke and dust.

Although the machete only appeared for a short moment, everyone saw what had just happened. Above his face, he was full of shock, stunned, and a faint feeling of disbelief.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated. At the focus of everyone's sight, a large devastated slate appeared. On it lay a white and bright machete, which did not seem to have a handle. Obviously, it was a newly forged weapon. Under the setting sun, a ray of brilliant light was reflected on the blade, shining in everyone's eyes and pupils, and their moods were different.

"Is this a cold refiner?" Yu Deshui was secretly shocked and slowly stepped forward to the big stone slab. Then, he stretched out his withered old hand, carefully picked up the machete and looked at it carefully. When I bought it, there was a cold meaning that spread out.

"President, can I pass the test?" Yin Yifan looked straight at the water, and there was a faint sense of tension in his heart, because this was his first time to cast a bare-handed tool. Without the blessing of the four-phase ghost array and casting the middle-grade magic weapon, even though his casting strength has soared in the past six months, he doesn't have much in his heart.

"Fung." Yu Deshui rubbed the blade with his fingers and didn't say a word for a long time. However, a bright-eyed person can see that on that old face, the smile is stronger.

"What's your name?"

Yu Deshui still didn't say whether it was successful or not, but just brushed his long beard, looked at Yin Yifan, and asked faintly.

"The boy's name is Yin Yifan." Although Yin Yifan remembered that he had just reported his name, he still answered respectfully.

"Oh, Yin Yifan. Suddenly, the old man has a bad memory. Yu Deshui was stunned when he heard the words and was a little embarrassed. He couldn't help laughing and said, "You child, the casting is really good. I don't know what your master is?"

"Master?" Yin Yifan suddenly paused, read it secretly in his heart, and naturally remembered the old man. For nearly a year, he has never called him a master, and he seems to have never planned to recognize his master and apprentice. So this relationship is a little vague unconsciously.

However, Yin Yifan also knows that the grace of teaching is as great as heaven and indelible. Thinking of this, he raised his head, arched his hand to Yu Deshui and said, "Your Excellency, my teacher has always been low-key, and I dare not sign up for fame."

"Oh?"

Yu Deshui was stunned when he heard the words. As long as the caster of the Xuanji Empire reached the level of a top-grade engineer, he would have an impression. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out who it would be and taught such an amazing and gorgeous student. Then his pupils shrank slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he lost his voice in his heart, "Will it be some hermit predecessor?"

For a moment, Yu Deshui couldn't help but be a little afraid, and immediately stopped asking questions. He reached out and handed over the Liuyun knife in his hand and said slowly, "Well, since your master's name doesn't want to be mentioned, I won't ask much about it. But this good news still needs to be told to you. You have passed the examination of the middle-quality evil master.

"Really?" Yin Yifan was ecstatic when he heard the words, even though he shouted quickly. The excitement on the face is very obvious.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of a crowd. Suddenly, the shock in my heart reached its peak.

"No, no, he just burst out." Yu Jiaer was difficult to accept for a moment and couldn't help asking Yu Deshui about the confusion in everyone's hearts.

"With a cold refiner, can you, a woman who can't even use a casting machine, understand it?"

Yin Yifan really doesn't like this arrogant and unruly Yu Jiaer. Hearing the former's question, he just curled his lips and said faintly. In his words, he was not polite.

"You!"

Yu Jiaer was angry for a moment when she heard the words. She frowned and was about to attack, but was stopped by Yu Deshui.

Thinking that there may be a master behind Yin Yifan, Yu Deshui couldn't help looking up at him again. Looking at Yu Jiaer, his face was slightly unnatural. He could only sigh and said, "Little Jiaer, you must not ignore the fruits of other people's labor."

When the words fell, Yu Deshui turned his head and waved to a middle-aged man in the crowd and called out, "Take this teenager to receive the salary and medal of the middle-grade evil engineer. When it's over, bring him to see me."

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On the medal on the middle-aged chest, there are five small hammers printed. He is a medium-grade engineer, and the status of such a caster in the guild will certainly not be low. Yu Deshui actually asked him to lead Yin Yifan, which obviously looked up to the former.

The next time, Yin Yifan was taken to a secluded hall by middle age. There is no one else around, quiet, a peaceful color. There is a faint breeze, brushing here and stirring the clothes, which makes people feel refreshed.

Because Yu Deshui is very close to Yin Yifan, middle-aged people naturally dare not neglect him. He said to Yin Yifan, "Wait a minute" and quickly walked into the inner room. Before long, a jade plate was brought out, on which a black robe was neatly folded.

"This is the special clothing of the middle-grade evil engineer. Strictly speaking, it is also a weapon, but a defensive weapon. The material of this robe is very precious and has been specially processed before it is made. Then it passed through the casting array of the caster. Except that the robe is very strong and ordinary swords are difficult to cut. Another biggest effect is insulation.

Listening to the introduction of middle-aged people, Yin Yifan couldn't help but feel something, although the effect of heat insulation is of no use to him. But for Yin Yifan, its firmness alone is enough.

After every battle, his clothes will always become dilapidated, which has always been a nerve-wracking thing. If you can wear this, I'm afraid it will be much more durable. Yin Yifan thought so in his heart that if he was known by middle-aged people, he didn't know what the scene would be.

"Haha, the treatment of the Casting Association is really good." Yin Yifan said with a smile, even taking over the jade plate.

The middle-aged man nodded, took out a jade box, and took out a blue medal from it. In his eyes, he was faintly proud and said slowly, "This is the medal of the middle-grade evil master, representing a kind of identity and status. Now I will give it to you on behalf of the Founding Association. You should take good care of it.

"Thank you!"

Yin Yifan nodded and put the black robe with the jade plate into the treasure. Then he looked up respectfully, bowed, stretched out his hands, and received the blue medal in his middle-aged hand.

There is a faint cold touch when you buy it. After a careful look, I found two small hammers clearly carved on the surface of the medal.

"Brother Yin, I didn't expect you to pass the test so soon. You really have extraordinary skills."

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Yin Yifan, which was clearly made by Chen Zhi. If you can come here, it will obviously pass the test. When he approached, the blue medal in Yin Yifan's hand was particularly eye-catching. He couldn't help opening his eyebrows and lost his voice, "Brother Yin, did you actually pass the middle-grade evil weapon?"

"Ha ha, it's just a fluke." Yin Yifan arched his hand and was modest once.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhi curled his lips, seemed to be a little unhappy, and said, "How can this be a fluke?" Like me who has worked hard for so many years, I have just struggled to reach the fourth hammer. Unexpectedly, you took action and directly got two handfuls. It's really annoying that people compare with others.

Due to the relationship these days, the relationship between the two is much closer, and they can't help talking a little more casually.

"Brother Yin, the president seems to have something important to say. You'd better follow me to see him first." Just as Yin Yifan was about to answer Chen Zhi's words, the middle-aged man inserted a sentence at the right time, and a light smile appeared slightly on his face, and there was no noble air of an ordinary middle-grade engineer.