Ancestral local tyrant system

"What are you talking about?" The amiable old man's face suddenly turned dark.

It's not easy for a young man who is less than a hundred years old to successfully pass the exam of the first-level mixer. He wants to directly take the highest-level exam. Isn't this a bullshit?

That's the master craftsman!People who are not playhouses, who can get the title of master refining master, their status is not even worse than a demigod.

Moreover, with his qualifications, he simply doesn't have the ability to preside over the assessment of the master refiner.

If someone wants to challenge the master refining master, more than five of the ten existing master refining masters must be present in person, pass the exam and be recognized by them, before they have a chance to obtain the title of master refining master.

How easy is it to gather five masters?It takes a lot of time just to report layer by layer, and a young man who is less than a hundred years old will come for the assessment. They probably won't bother about it. Is this young man coming for the exam or is it troublesome?

"Senior, I mean, I want to take the examination of the master refiner directly. The examination of this level of refiner is really too pediatric, and it's a waste of my precious life." Fang Jueyu said plainly.

"Pediatrics? Hahaha!" The old man smiled without anger. Every year, countless people want to take the first-level mixer exam. Although it is only the most basic exam, the probability of passing is less than 20%.

In other words, the number of people who passed this exam is calculated according to this passing rate. I am afraid there is only one person. Such an exam is also called pediatrics?

Even for himself, he had gone through three full examinations before passing the first-level refiner examination.

Even if he is really a man of divine civilization, he would be too arrogant, right?

"Young man, you have to be down-to-earth in doing things, don't go too far, this refiner must accumulate time together, it is impossible to reach the sky in one step." The old man said earnestly.

"Sir, I understand what you said, but to participate in the master group competition, you must be awarded the title of master refiner. Then I take a step back and I directly take the exam of master refiner, right?"

"You..." The old man almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He has been refining for thousands of years. Although he has entered the stage of master training with half his feet, only he himself knows that he is far from master training. There is still a big gap.

The young man opened his mouth to be the exam of the master trainer, and said that this is already a step back. Isn't this mocking him?

"I have always heard of the arrogance of the divine civilization. Today I have seen it. I believe you are a man of divine civilization!" said another young man who took the exam.

This young man is less than 1.2 meters tall and looks like a dwarf, but his head is big, probably full of wisdom.

Fang Jueyu knew that this young man should belong to the dwarf race. Although this race is not good-looking, it is very intelligent and has outstanding representatives in the fields of refining equipment and medicine.

It is said that one of the ten master craftsmen is from the dwarf race.

"It's your shit!" Fang Jueyu glanced at him with a look full of discrimination, "I'll take my test, do you want you to talk too much?"

"Yordle?" The young man from the dwarf tribe was taken aback. He didn't understand what Fang Jueyu meant, but he could guess that it should not be a compliment to him, "You are insulting our great dwarf tribe. A refiner?"

"It's just insulting you. If you have the ability, you can hit me!" Fang Jueyu provoked. What he hates most is this kind of nosy person. "Do you believe it or not, you can only hit my knee when you jump? "

"you......."

The two suddenly became tense, Celia, Er Gouzi, and Xiao Hei were watching with interest.

The warrior of the dwarf race is only the strength of the eighth rank of the source energy. He did not slap Fang Jueyu for 10,000 of them, and he was unlucky to offend Fang Jueyu.

"Okay, keep quiet, this is the guild of master craftsmen, not the place where you are fighting!" the old man shouted, and he continued with Jueyu, "Are you sure you want to take the exam of master craftsman?"

"Of course, I hope you can make it easier, old man."

"You should know that I am only a third-level refiner, and I am not qualified to organize a training master exam," the old man said, "but our blender guild has a strict system. If you want to leapfrog directly to the exam, someone must recommend it."

"Then the old gentleman can recommend me? I can definitely come up with a reward that satisfies you!" Only a supernatural person, Fang Jueyu can scare him to death with just a little something.

"It's not necessary," the old man said, "but I must be responsible for my actions."

The old man thought for a moment, "Let's do it, you take the first-level mixer exam first. If your performance can meet my satisfaction, then I recommend you to the top, how about?"

"Alright," Fang Jueyu nodded. Although it takes one more test, it is more convenient than the first level.

The examination procedures are not too complicated. Everyone pays 5 million cosmic coins for the examination fee, which mainly includes the materials and consumables for the examination. After all, the refiner and the pharmacist are both a money-burning profession.

But those who can come to the exam are naturally from extraordinary backgrounds, and a mere five million cosmic coins is nothing to them.

"Well, now all five of you come in!" After paying the exam registration fee, the old man opened a door. The exam must be conducted in a highly confidential situation.

Five people followed the old man into the room. The layout of the room was very simple. There were five mixers dedicated to mixers, and all the equipment and tools were available.

"The content of the first level exam is very simple. First, use your source force flame to refine the ore in front of you. The purity must reach 99.9% or more. If this is not reached, there is no need to take the next exam."

"In the second stage, based on the metal you refined, use the tools provided by the guild to forge it into any type of first-order weapon, and finally pass the performance of the two stages to give you a comprehensive score. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the five said neatly.

"Well, start timing now!" said the old man, "the time to complete each task is in your performance evaluation."

The four young people immediately came to the ore area. There are a variety of first-class metal ores. Of course, they all have different levels. The higher the level, the more difficult it is to extract the ores, but under the same conditions, The weapons made will be even better.

They immediately chose a more suitable ore and came to their refinement area.

"Whatever, it's the same anyway!" Fang Jueyu picked up a piece of blue ore and walked to his position.

"Blue Star Stone! He actually took the Blue Star Stone!" Several people then glanced at the ore that Fang Jueyu had chosen.

Although this blue star stone is only a first-class metal ore, its hardness, ductility, etc. are already very close to the second-class metal, and it is so mottled that it is notoriously difficult to purify, even if it is some primary second-class refiner. The teacher may not be able to perfect it.

"Is he bluffing or does he really have this ability?" The old man suddenly felt that this young man seemed to be really unusual.

"Huh, just forcibly increase the difficulty for myself in order to attract people's eyes, it will definitely be a mess by then!" The young man of the dwarf race began to release his own source of flame, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

The other three people also began to draw their own flames.

"Huh!" When the flame of the only female refiner among the five appeared, the flames of the other three people suddenly trembled as if frightened.

The three of them looked at her, her flames had a strange green in orange-red, and her flame temperature was a bit higher than the others.

"Yes, the special natural flame is a material for a refiner!" The old man nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Cut, this is also called fire?" Fang Jueyu showed disdainful eyes, "When the strange fire comes out, all fires surrender, let you see what a real strange fire is!"

"Huh!" A fiery dragon-shaped flame rose from Fang Jueyu's side, and the surrounding temperature instantly became as hot as a stove...