Ye Fan walked out of Bingyun Peak and rushed towards the court.
"Nephew Ye, do you want to go back to the court?" A monk with white eyebrows suddenly appeared and blocked Ye Fan's way.
Ye Fan glanced at the person who came, and said respectfully: "Hello, elder."
Because Ye Fan didn't recognize Mu Liluo before and did a lot of stupid things, Wen Yizhi specially asked someone to call up the images of all the elders of the academy, and recognized Ye Fan's faces one by one. With white eyebrows and distinctive features, Ye Fan easily recognized that the person who came was an elder from the martial arts academy.
"Master Nephew Ye, do you have time to sit with me for a while?" He Baimei asked with a smile, hands behind his back.
Ye Fan rolled his eyes and said, "That's fine too!"
Ye Fan followed to He Baimei's cave, which was very spacious and looked like a huge palace.
Not long after Ye Fan entered the cave, he saw a dozen dancers dancing gracefully.
More than a dozen dancers are dressed in various dance clothes, with snow-covered wrists, looking forward to the sky, dancing gracefully and beautifully...
Although Ye Fan is not very interested in the dancers, he has no resistance to the beautiful dances. The dances of the female cultivators contain wonderful rhythms, and Ye Fan can't help but stare.
He Baimei looked at Ye Fan's expression, and said with some pride: "Master Ye, what do you think of my dancers, do you like it?"
Ye Fan shook his head, and said solemnly: "No need, although it's just a puppet, it's too realistic. It would be bad if Yunxi misunderstood me as a playboy." It would be weird if Bai Yunxi misunderstood his sexual orientation , even worse.
He Baimei glanced at Ye Fan in surprise, and said, "Nephew Ye has good eyesight! You can tell at a glance that my dancers are not human, and many of my colleagues didn't see it at first glance."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Ye Fan secretly said: Dad also made a few beautiful maid puppets, all of which were given away by his mother. According to Jin Wen, his father was also kicked out of bed by his mother because of these puppets.
"Nephew Ye, try my tea." He Baimei poured Ye Fan a cup.
Ye Fan picked up the spirit tea and drank it with a gulp.
The spirit tea made by the Void Refiner contains strong immortal energy, and Ye Fan fell in love with it as soon as he drank it.
In the sea of consciousness, Ao Xiaobao watched Ye Fanniu drink a cup of good tea, showing a look of lovelessness.
Ao Xiaobao secretly said: Tea is something to be tasted, even if you don't know how to taste it, you should put it on anyway, Ye Fan, an idiot, is ashamed to be thrown in front of the strong Void Refiner.
"This tea is delicious!" Ye Fan said.
He Baimei smiled and said: "This is Yunzhen tea, which is extremely rare. If Nephew Ye likes it, I will give you some."
Ye Fan blinked and said, "How embarrassing."
"Nephew, you're welcome."
"Senior, what business do you need from me?" Ye Fan put down his teacup and asked.
"I heard that Nephew Ye repaired the Thousand Soul Bell, which is amazing!" He Baimei said with a smile.
Ye Fan shook his head, and said sullenly: "Although it can be used, but the power may have dropped by 20%, so it's not a big deal."
He Baimei glanced at Ye Fan in surprise, he didn't expect Ye Fan to say something like this, "Nephew Ye, you're too picky, for such a complicated magic weapon as Qianhunling, it's not bad if it can be repaired." Bad It is not bad that the lost magic weapon can be repaired. As for the decline in power, it is inevitable.
Ye Fan nodded and said, "That's true."
He Baimei waved his hand, and four similar big bells appeared in the spacious cave.
Ye Fan looked at the four big clocks, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Elder, what magic weapon is this! It looks very powerful!" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Soul Requiem Bell should be the same type of magic weapon as Thousand Soul Bell." He Baimei said.
"Senior, you are really powerful, you have so many powerful magic weapons." Ye Fan said.
He Baimei shook his head and said, "No, Nephew Ye will take a closer look."
Ye Fan's soul power swept around several Soul Requiem bells, and said in confusion: "It seems that none of these Soul Requiem bells can be used!"
He Baimei nodded, and said: "That's right, once there was a craftsman who put in a lot of energy to refine the Soul Requiem Bell. In order to refine the perfect Soul Requiem Bell, he refined more than a dozen broken pieces Defective products, after the genuine products came out, the dozen or so defective products were all discarded."
Ye Fan nodded and said, "So, these are four out of a dozen defective products, and the others." Even if they are defective products, they still look good, if they can be repaired , the value is great.
He Baimei shook his head, and said: "I don't know, the materials used for the soul clock are not bad, even if it is a defective product, there are still many people who snatch it."
Ye Fan frowned a little depressed, as if he saw the cooked duck fly away.
He Baimei looked at Ye Fan's expression, smiled, and said, "If Nephew Ye can repair one of these four soul-hunting bells, the other three will be given to Nephew Ye."
The four soul-hunting bells in He Baimei's hands have different problems, and the degree of damage to the spirit array diagrams inside is also different. In He Baimei's opinion, Ye Fan can repair one of them, which is good.
Ye Fan blinked and said, "That's a good relationship! But, Master Wen can't let Master Wen know about this."
He Baimei smiled and said, "Naturally."
He Baimei also didn't want Wen Yizhi to know that Wu Mingfeng had secretly found He Baimei and others before, and encouraged several fellow monks to take the broken magic weapon to Ye Fanxiu.
Wu Mingfeng didn't know if he wanted to give Wen Yishang some eye medicine, or to test Ye Fan's ability to repair the magic weapon.
The several elders of the academy didn't know whether they really wanted to cultivate magic weapons, or they were bored, or they were interested in Wen Yizhi's disciples, and they really responded to Wu Mingfeng's call, and came to Ye Fan one after another.
Wen Yizhi was furious because of this, and drove away several comrades who went to join in the fun.
…
Coming out of He Baimei, Ye Fan flew against the wind all the way back to the court.
Wen Yizhi couldn't help being a little happy when he saw Ye Fan come back.
"Apprentice, there are still a few heaven-level tasks in the court, and the rewards are not bad! Are you interested in taking it!" Wen Yi said.
After Ye Fan returned to the academy, he earned a lot of points by alchemy. Wen Yizhi felt that he should bring Ye Fan back to the right path of formation as soon as possible. The road is getting more and more sideways.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "I just completed a holy-level formation task. If I do a heaven-level task, people will think that I am going downhill. To be a human being, you have to look forward."
Zheng Qian couldn't help being a little speechless when he heard Ye Fan's words. Ye Fan's thought was really... pissed off.
One must know that what he usually does are some mysterious tasks, Zheng Qian can't help but feel ashamed when he thinks that Ye Fan even feels ashamed to do sky-level tasks.
With a dark face, Wen Yizhi said, "Don't worry, no one will dare to underestimate you if you go to heaven-level missions..."
Ye Fan tilted his head and said, "Really? Then I'll think about it."
Wen Yizhi: "..." The college's sky-level missions and holy-level missions were originally done by a college instructor. Of course, for sky-level missions, students can also challenge them. Ye Fan didn't know what to think. Disgraceful task.
"Junior Brother Ye, Elder He is looking for you?" Zheng Qian asked.
Wen Yizhi suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and said anxiously: "That white eyebrow is looking for you, did he ask you to repair the magic weapon?"
Ye Fan blinked and said, "No! He just made a bunch of puppets for me to dance with."
Wen Yizhi snorted softly, and said with a look of disdain: "Old man He is really unreasonable. If he doesn't like real beauties, he likes to play with some weird puppets. No matter how real puppets look like real people, they are really puppets!"
Ye Fan: "..." Maybe people like the weird ones, but they like fake ones.
Ye Fan glanced at Wen Yi who was full of disdain, and thought to himself: Master, it's true. If there is no Taoist companion, at least there are puppets. Master doesn't even have puppets. How dare you underestimate people who have puppets.
"You can see that it is a puppet." Wen Yizhi asked.
Ye Fan nodded, and said: "Yes! Although he looks like a real person, and his demeanor is vivid, but he has no soul!"
Wen Yizhi looked at Ye Fan, and said a little strangely: "You have good eyesight!"
"Senior Crane said that his puppet has been hidden from many fellow monks, and some fellow monks didn't see that it was a dummy. Master, didn't you see it? It shouldn't be?" Ye Fan asked.
The elders of the art academy are usually inferior to the monks of the martial arts academy in terms of combat power, but in terms of soul power, the elders of the art academy are usually stronger.
With a dark face, Wen Yizhi said: "That guy with He Baimei lied to us that the group of women are his newly married wives and concubines. I can't just stare at his newly married wives and concubines. If he didn't mess with those puppets So coquettish, I can tell at a glance, it is fake."
Ye Fan looked at Wen Yizhi and said, "Master, you have a good character! You can't mess around in your arms!"
"That's natural, Wu Mingfeng, that shameless guy, stared at those puppets non-stop, and He Baimei gave him one to study." Wen Yizhi said full of disgust.
Ye Fan: "..."
…
Inside the cave.
Bai Yunxi looked at the magic weapon in Ye Fan's hand, and asked curiously: "What kind of magic weapon is this, and where did you get it!"
"It's the soul-suppressing bell. It's broken. An elder with white eyebrows gave it to me. I can't let Master Wen know about it." Ye Fan said.
Bai Yunxi asked with some doubts: "Is it a broken magic weapon again?"
Ye Fan nodded, and said: "Yes! It's similar to the Thousand Soul Bell, and the spirit array inside it is somewhat similar to the one in the Thousand Soul Bell, but it's simpler, and it should take two months to repair. .”
With experience in repairing the Thousand Soul Bell, Ye Fan felt that repairing the Soul Requiem Bell should be nothing. After all, the Soul Requiem Bell seemed to be inferior to the Thousand Soul Bell in terms of level.
"That elder, how many points did he give you!" Bai Yunxi secretly said: Ye Fan's value has risen a lot recently, if the points given are less, please don't move Ye Fan.
Ye Fan shook his head, and said: "There are no points, he gave me four broken instruments, as long as I repair one of them and give it to him, the rest will be mine."
Bai Yunxi nodded and said: "So that's how it is." Exchange four bad magical artifacts for a good one, and that elder will not lose money.
"Yunxi, you know, this is actually a Horcrux, very valuable." Ye Fan said.
Bai Yunxi nodded and said, "Yes! You can see it."
"When I finish repairing the remaining three, I can sell them at the college's auction. Yunxi, you know there are auctions in the college, and I heard there are many good things." Ye Fan said.
Bai Yunxi nodded and said, "I know."
There are many masters in Langyuan Academy, and there are rich students everywhere. The academy sometimes organizes auctions, and the students of the academy can send some things to the auction to sell.
If Ye Fan really repaired the Soul Clock and sent it to the auction to sell, it wouldn't be just one or two people who would be stimulated!
Wen Yizhi doesn't want Ye Fan to be too obsessed with refining weapons. Wu Mingfeng thinks that Ye Fan is wasting his talents in the court. The senior who gave Ye Fan the Soul Requiem Bell probably doesn't think Ye Fan can repair all the magic weapons However, the premise is that Ye Fan can repair all the magic weapons.