Chapter 128

What Nanfeng didn't say, however, was that he deliberately made those failures, because if he didn't fail, Bai Changlao would not teach him more casting experience and methods.

The phagocytic skill drives to the extreme, taking the phagocytic fire as the medium, constantly devouring the impurities in the material.

In Nanfeng's mind, he first played back several times without any mistakes in swallowing the beating method, and then began to play the mysterious beating.

At this moment, Nanfeng doesn't have the so-called prudence, because what the caster needs is not prudence, but the mysterious beating method, and the degree of fusion between the caster and the artistic conception.

The integration of artistic conception reflects a caster's understanding of the method of beating and his attitude when casting.

Nanfeng must do the best of both. Only by doing this well can he break through himself and become a real medium-grade caster.

"It's worthy of the inheritance of the saint level caster. The beating method is really mysterious, which only makes me understand a little bit!" Bai Changlao is still paying attention to Nanfeng again. Seeing the beating method of Nanfeng, he sighs again.

"If I can understand a little bit from the beating method of Nanfeng, it will probably bring me a chance to make a breakthrough."

Thinking, elder Bai pays more attention to the south wind.

With his attention, elder Bai was even more shocked, because he found that Nanfeng was very involved, and even 100% of the investment was achieved, which even he, the spirit level caster, could not do.

Moreover, Nanfeng's hammering experience and some details were all taught by him in those three days, and Nanfeng, for these experiences and details, has almost completely grasped, and is perfectly used in this casting.

According to this, Nanfeng's greatest possibility is to successfully cast weapons of medium grade.

"This How can it be Feeling this scene, Bai Changlao's unbelievable way in his heart.

In those three days, Bai Changlao knew exactly what level Nanfeng was. He was still far away from any medium-grade caster. Even if Nanfeng had any talent for my casting, it would be impossible to really understand those experiences and details and become a real caster without months or even more time.

Even if the south wind has hidden in those three days, it can't be so perfect now!

"Is there such a genius in the world?" Bai Changlao's heart is heavy.

In fact, Nanfeng is not a genius for casting utensils, but he has a rebirth spirit pulse. It can be said that this spirit pulse is specially created for martial arts and casting utensils.

Nanfeng also has the treasure of chaos. The power of the first treasure is beyond anyone's imagination.

In addition, rebirth is a kind of inheritance. With the strength of Nanfeng, the things in inheritance are naturally understood and integrated by Nanfeng. Nanfeng doesn't need to practice and comprehend again.

"It's a terrible talent. I'm afraid that's why the saint level caster took Nanfeng as his apprentice and didn't care how Nanfeng practiced casting! Because the saint level caster may feel that he can't even meet Nanfeng! " It's just that the elder suddenly thought of so many things.

This is not to say that elder Bai's imagination is rich, but in the case of Nanfeng, it is the only way to think.

"If he doesn't die young, he will be a great man. For such a genius, it's better to add icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow!" Elder Bai thought.

At the same time, Bai Changlao also understands that he can't treat Nanfeng with sincerity and utilization. Only with complete sincerity can Nanfeng really care.

At the moment, Nanfeng didn't know that the beating method in his swallowing method made Bai Changlao think so much.

Nanfeng's only feeling is that he is getting deeper and deeper into the mysterious artistic conception. He is closer to the casting master, even successful.

At the end of three and a half hours, liefan became the first disciple to complete the casting, and then Wulang.

As before, Wu Lang opened his eyes and looked directly at the south wind.

At this time, Nanfeng's last blow was completed, and a knife appeared on the casting platform.

"It's done. It's a mediocre weapon!" Looking at the knife he made, Nanfeng didn't need to check at all. A strong intuition told him that this knife was a medium-grade one.

It was a feeling he had about his own weapons.

"How can it be? You've done it Seeing the shaped knife of Nanfeng casting platform, Wu Lang said.

As a medium-grade caster, Wu Lang also has some eyesight. Although he does not admit Nanfeng's Dao, he has to think that it is very likely to be a medium-grade Dao.

"What? No! " South wind sneers.

"Or, if you don't play well this time, you finished the casting with me!"

"Well! How about after casting! It's just a defective product. " Wu Lang snorted coldly, but there was no denying that the shock in his heart had not gone away."You see, Nanfeng actually finished the casting, and it took as long as Master Wu!"

"How could that be?" Many disciples do not want to believe in Tao.

"I tell you, the knife made by Nanfeng is definitely not a weapon of any medium grade. That's why he can spend the same time as Master Wu."

Hearing these comments, Nanfeng also shook his head helplessly. People's jealousy is really terrible.

Soon, with Qingmeng, Yufei and many gifted disciples of the casting guild finished casting, the first round of competition was almost over. It can be seen that Bai Changlao and the guild's invigilators have begun to check and assess the weapons cast by the disciples.

Although Liu Xiu is a genius of casting in Xuezong, she can't be regarded as the first one here. When she finished casting, it took her a medium time!

Like others, Liu Xiu also focuses on Nanfeng.

The expression, of course, was shock.

However, to be honest, Liu Xiu also thinks that Nanfeng's knife can't be a weapon of any grade.

Soon, a half step caster from the casting guild came to Nanfeng.

Direct, all eyes, are looking over.

"This guy can't cast a weapon of mediocre quality!" Green dream heart road. However, there is another inexplicable idea in Qingmeng's heart, which is to hope Nanfeng to succeed.

"It's a great challenge for Nanli to cast a measuring instrument just now, but it's a great challenge for them to come down to the middle level." At this time, the cold laughter sounded again.

However, after the cold laughter, there was a voice like this: Nanfeng, Dao, Fanji.