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At this time, Lin Feng's breakthrough is no longer his alone. His success or failure affects the hearts of the tens of thousands of weapon refiners outside the tower, as well as the hearts of countless supreme powerhouses in the prison of despair.
If even Lin Feng cannot pass the eighteenth level of the tower, then I am afraid that most of the weapon refiners will give up, stop practicing, and never pass the level again.
They believed that even if they practiced hard all their lives, they would never reach Lin Feng's level. Even Lin Feng couldn't break through the tower, so how could they
Therefore, all the weapon refiners were praying in their hearts almost at the same time: they must break through
These weapon refiners, who are not related to Lin Feng, hope more than anyone else that Lin Feng can break through the tower.
The eleventh level of space.
There was no one in this space, except for Lin Feng, there was no one else in sight. To be precise, the eleventh level and the levels above are all empty. Every step Lin Feng takes is creating a miracle, and every step is setting a record.
After entering this space, Lin Feng sat down on the stone bench that appeared out of thin air and closed his eyes.
There are a total of eighteen levels. He has already passed ten levels before, and there are eight levels left. However, his mood is the same as when he first passed the level. There is no fluctuation at all. It is not that he is full of confidence, but that he always remembers what his father said. As I said before, refining weapons is sacred. In the process of refining weapons, you must concentrate on it. Only with extreme concentration can you refine a work that satisfies you.
Although his father Lin Tao is just a small blacksmith, Lin Feng insists on the belief of concentration.
Facts have proved that Lin Tao's words are right. Over the past few years, Lin Feng has proved this with facts.
After his consciousness left his body and entered a special space, Lin Feng quickly scanned the trial requirements. The trial requirements of the eleventh level were no different from what he expected. It's all equally simple.
After eighty-six breaths, the weapon refining ends
Congratulations to the challenger for passing the eleventh level
When Lin Feng was teleported to the twelfth level of space, a total of ninety-six breaths had passed.
The so-called ninety-six breaths represent the time he spent in the eleventh level of space, including the time he spent sitting on the stone bench to test the rules of the weapon refining and his consciousness exited the special space and was teleported away.
The eleventh level, ninety-six breaths, another record was born.
This kind of speed ranks first in the known history of all weapon refiners.
In history, there are only a handful of weapon refiners who can pass the eleven levels, but there are only a few who can pass them at such a speed. This is unprecedented. So far, only Lin Feng has
But no one paid attention to the time at this time, although this time was enough to shock everyone.
They only care about one thing now, which level Lin Feng can break through, which step he can rush to, and whether he can break through the tower.
Eleven levels have been passed, and there are still seven levels left, and everyone is counting silently in their hearts.
After this. Thirty-six breaths later, the only small yellow dot in the rectangular box representing the twelfth level disappeared again and appeared in the rectangular box representing the thirteenth level.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the little yellow dot: There are still six levels to go.
Six levels. Only the last six levels are left
After that, no one spoke again outside the tower, and every weapon refiner looked at him. They all stared at the little yellow dot, their eyes flashing with blazing light, in a strangely quiet atmosphere. They seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeats, pounding, pounding. The regular heartbeat made their emotions become even more tense.
In the special space of the thirteenth level.
Lin Feng's consciousness is in the refining room.
He looked at the trial requirements of the thirteenth level seriously.
Spiritual Weapon Refining Trial: After testing the thirteenth level, the person who passed the level was twenty-one years old, and the level difficulty was adjusted to low difficulty. The challenger must refine a daily utensil within a quarter of an hour, and must use at least 30 kinds of hundred crafting skills without making any mistakes. The skill effect must reach a perfect level. In other words, the skill effect must reach 100, and the life The quality of the utensils must meet the standard. Those who do not meet any of the conditions will be eliminated.
Lin Feng also concluded a pattern at this time.
There are eighteen levels in the tower, and every six levels is a reincarnation. The overall difficulty of each reincarnation will be increased many times.
For example, the thirteenth level has basically the same requirements as the first and seventh levels, but the time has changed from one stick of incense to a quarter of an hour, and the skill effect requirement has changed from 85 to 100.
Maybe Lin Feng doesn't care about this change, but for other weapon refiners, they have to work ten times a hundred times to barely meet the requirements.
However, Lin Feng was not in the mood to sympathize with other weapon refiners. He only cared about whether he could break through the tower.
He doesn't have that much energy to care about people who have nothing to do with him.
It's a bit more difficult, but it's not a big deal. Lin Feng smiled slightly.
He was also a little lucky at this time. Fortunately, he had understood the laws of the earth by coincidence and created an unparalleled set of fire-handling skills. At the same time, he was also lucky to have No. 1, the best teacher in the world. If not, he would I'm afraid he will never be able to break through the tower. Even with a heaven-defying cheating device like Space One, he can't escape the shackles of fate.
But now, all this is nothing to him.
Kneel down and light the stove.
He methodically controlled the fire and then refined the materials. After the collection and distribution process, he calmly took out the materials and started casting.
Ding~
The sweet sound is extremely pure, just like the clear water from a mountain stream, refreshing the heart and mind.
Lin Feng did not make any move. His mental power was like an eternal mountain. Even if the sky collapsed, it could not be shaken in the slightest. It was also like the boundless ocean. Every time it was consumed, it was just a drop of water in the ocean, which could not be affected at all. to the entire ocean.
Every time he mobilized his mental power, he felt extremely relaxed and as gentle as the earth.
But that trace of mental power created a violent spell
Around Lin Feng, incomplete spell models have already been constructed. Countless earth elements have created incomplete models of different shapes. There are layers of incomplete spell models. All he has to do is wait for Lin Feng to make up the last bit. A spell can be formed instantly.
In Space 1, Lin Feng had already practiced these steps to perfection. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of incomplete spell models can be laid out.
And each spell is practiced closely, link by link, without the slightest pause.
This is beyond the perfection of skills. Even the most standard skills in textbooks are not as effective as those performed by Lin Feng.
Because Lin Feng not only fully exerts the effect of the technique itself, but also borrows the connection and reaction between various techniques, borrows the remaining power of the previous technique and integrates it into the next technique, making all the techniques after the first technique They all exerted skill effects beyond 100
Such superb skills. It is the most perfect existence in the world and the most shocking performance in the world.
However, there was only one audience for this performance, and that was Lin Feng himself. Other than that, no one could see it.
Ding ding ding ding
The non-stop sound filled the entire refining room, like a violent storm, although the duration was extremely short. But it's still shocking.
It's a pity, it's a pity.
No one can see such a soul-shaking technique. This is the regret of all the weapon refiners outside the tower.
Congratulations to the challenger for passing level 13
When Lin Feng landed his last blow. The moment the weapon was formed, a row of words appeared in front of his eyes, and a voice without any emotion came from his ears.
Outside the tower.
Much anticipated. That little yellow dot did not disappoint everyone. In just twenty-four breaths, it disappeared from the rectangular frame representing the thirteenth level. Appears in the rectangular box representing level 14.
Five more levels to go
At this moment, no matter what position they were in, no matter their age, no matter their level of weapon refining ability, all the weapon refiners, without exception, looked at the small yellow dot, and the fiery brilliance in their eyes became even brighter.
Everyone silently made a wish in their hearts: they must break through the tower
If they remember correctly, Master Heimi's best result was only to pass the fourteenth level, stay at the fifteenth level for decades, and finally give up.
As a seven-star weapon refiner, Master Heimi can only pass the fourteenth level. This result is also the best result in the Prison of Despair. At least, in everyone's limited memory, they have never encountered a better result than this.
This mysterious weapon refiner is about to break Master Heimi's record and reach a higher level.
The record that has been maintained for tens of thousands of years is finally about to be broken.
No one noticed that very far away from the tower, a thin, dark, short, middle-aged man was staring at the rectangular frame on the outer wall of the tower.
He didn't speak, but his eyes were full of surprise.
The two old men beside him stood respectfully, with their heads slightly lowered. From the corner of their eyes, they saw a look of surprise on the face of the dark, short middle-aged man. The two old men were suddenly horrified. They knew very well that their master was a prison of despair. The supreme existence is the head of the three kings. They have followed the dark middle-aged people for tens of thousands of years. However, in such a long time, they have never seen the dark-skinned middle-aged people show a look of surprise. In fact, they have never seen the dark-skinned middle-aged people show surprise. The mood in middle age has not changed at all.
In their impression, this dark-skinned middle-aged man always had an enigmatic look, without any emotion, like the boundless sea or the endless void.
They even suspect that the dark-skinned middle-aged man does not possess human emotions and desires.
But today, they discovered that for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on the dark middle-aged face.
What on earth could happen that could surprise the master so much? Their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Similar to them, the swarthy middle-aged man, one of the masters of the prison of despair, also had a storm in his heart: in twenty-four breaths, he passed the thirteen levels in twenty-four breaths.
Others may not know it, but he knows very well that from level 13 onwards, every level requires skill to reach perfection.
He, a seven-star weapon refiner, had spent thousands of years before he could barely perfect the skills of Baizhu.
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