Wan Kexin stared at Zhao Yufan for a long time.
Seeing that he had no further words, she rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You can't brag."
Zhao Yufan deliberately imitated Wan Kexin, rolled his eyes, and said seriously: "I'm not bragging.
Even though the Twelve Heavenly Sects can't stop your elders, they can still stop the disciples of high-level warriors."
Seeing Zhao Yufan being so confident, Wan Kexin nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered that she was here to ask about the Twelve Heavenly Gates, and couldn't help but ask: "What on earth are the Twelve Heavenly Gates?"
"It's a trap."
"You, please speak to me properly," Wan Kexin said angrily, looking extremely cute.
"Uh" Zhao Yufan looked at Wan Kexin innocently and said distressedly: "Elder, what do you want to know?"
Wan Kexin breathed out softly, rubbed her black hair, and emphasized again: "I want to know what the Twelve Heavenly Gates are."
Zhao Yufan looked confused and looked out the window.
After thinking for a long time, he said seriously: "The Twelve Heavenly Gates are the traps.
The traps are the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
It's very simple.
Why don't you understand?"
"Go away!"
Wan Kexin shouted.
Curling his lips, Zhao Yufan scratched his head innocently and replied pitifully: "This is my home."
Staring deeply at Zhao Yufan, Wan Kexin stood up and pointed at him, her red lips slightly opened, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Looking at the guy in front of her who still looked blank, she nodded fiercely and said in a deep voice: "I roll" Wan Kexin left, and Zhao Yufan was confused and thinking about the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
He was very sure that the Twelve Heavenly Gates were traps, but it was strange why Wan Kexin couldn't understand.
Sitting cross-legged on the bedside, he continued to practice.
Today's injury was too serious.
He had to repair the injury in the shortest possible time.
Tomorrow Wan Kexin would probably help transport the materials.
At that time, his Twelve Heavenly Gates would be able to Direct construction.
However, Ma Jie was too powerful and the injuries he caused to Zhao Yufan were very serious.
Even if he was treated for ten consecutive days, he might not be able to recover, not to mention it was only a short day.
He frowned slightly and looked out the window, hoping that he would not be there now.
Some disciples came to harass him.
Surrounded by morning fog, Zhao Yufan got up early.
He practiced till late at night last night.
He should have slept more, but he was awakened by the noise on Shuanglong Peak outside the attic.
He opened the door and looked into the distance.
Hundreds of disciples were cutting down trees on Shuanglong Peak. , you can vaguely hear the sound of trees falling down.
At this time, a figure floated down from Shuanglong Peak.
This person was Wan Kexin.
He flew towards Zhao Yufan.
He looked in front of Shuanglong Peak, pointed to the empty space in front of him and said, "Where are those broken trees?"
Zhao Yufan pointed to the open space in front and replied: "You can put it anywhere you want, but the types of trees must be placed together."
Wan Kexin curled her lips, rushed to the Shuanglong Peak disciples, and directed the disciples to put the trees on the ground.
Looking at the disciples who were constantly coming and going, Wan Kexin asked with an unhappy face: "There are many hard trees in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, why did you choose these ordinary trees?"
"There are too few high-quality trees, and it's a waste of time," Zhao Yufan replied simply.
Wan Kexin didn't want to be with Zhao Yufan now because of what happened yesterday.
She frowned slightly and asked impatiently: "Do you need anything else?"
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yufan looked at the mountains of trees and said calmly: "Go to the weapon refiner to gather a group of weapon refiner disciples."
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Wan Kexin rolled her eyes, rolled up her sleeves and left.
Zhao Yufan simply did not regard himself as an elder, and spoke as if he was giving orders to his disciples.
Zhao Yufan needs both manpower and material resources to build the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
In terms of manpower, he needs ordinary disciples and weapon-refining disciples.
In terms of material resources, he needs numbers, monsters, etc., and except for a large number of items, he needs to do everything else by himself.
The purpose Naturally, the real secret of the Twelve Heavenly Gates is hidden, but even if the Qinglan Sect knew it, they might not be able to build the Twelve Heavenly Gates.
After Wan Kexin brought a thousand weapon-refining disciples, Zhao Yufan started to get busy.
The task of the weapon-refining disciples was very simple, as long as they did what Zhao Yufan said.
They divided each tree into six sections, and the six sections were one meter apart.
The trees needed to be hollowed out between the one meter intervals.
The hollowing range was 20 centimeters, and simple transmitters were installed inside.
Place thirty-six hundred marbles.
In three days, the weapon-refining disciples finally completed the task.
After they completed the task, they suddenly found that their weapon-refining level had improved, and they also learned how to make marbles.
The marbles refined by Zhao Yufan were very special.
Mainly made of steel, with built-in smoke.
When the weapon-refining disciples heard that they could leave, their eyes were full of reluctance.
They were completely different from the indignant eyes before they came, and some were even unwilling to leave.
"Brother Zhao, can we not leave?"
"Yes, we want to continue to help you complete the construction of the Twelve Heavenly Gates."
"Can you not let us go?"
There was a look of pleading on Shuanglong Peak.
On the right peak of Shuanglong Peak, Wan Kexin looked horrified when she saw this scene.
Although she didn't know how to refine weapons, she could tell how much Zhao Yufan had helped these disciples.
It was impossible for the weapon-refining elders to improve the level of the weapon-refining disciples in a short period of time, but Zhao Yufan did it by accident.
Is he a weapon refiner?
Wan Kexin frowned and murmured, shaking her head slightly and staring at Zhao Yufan.
Zhao Yufan looked at the expectant eyes of the thousands of disciples, hesitated for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "What I teach you is all from the Twelve Heavenly Sect's weapon refining drawings.
Your weapon refining level has improved because you are refining seriously.
It's not up to me, so even if you stay here, it won't be of any help to you."
The disciples left reluctantly, and were even more dubious about Zhao Yufan's words.
At this time, Zhao Yufan was definitely a mentor-like existence in their minds.
In the inner sect of Qinglan Sect, the weapon-refining disciples were very supportive of Zhao Yufan at this moment.
Wan Kexin didn't know when she appeared in front of Zhao Yufan.
She walked up to him lightly and asked disdainfully: "Use tens of thousands of ordinary trees and simply set them up as mechanisms, which is what you call the Twelve Heavenly Gates." " Zhao Yufan did not refute, pretending to be mysterious and said: "When the Twelve Heavenly Gates are created, you will understand how terrifying it is."
"Humph" Wan Kexin glared at Zhao Yufan angrily, threw up her sleeves and left.
Leaving was leaving, but she did not go far.
As night fell, Zhao Yufan did not sleep, silently staring at the rows of trees and tree pits.
He glanced at the sky with a sly smile and murmured: "Hey, wait until tomorrow, the changes in the entire Shuanglong Peak will surprise you.
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