Chapter 297: The Intern Yuan En

er. 。Tang Yin Meng hurriedly reminded him in a low voice. 。It was then that Lan Muzi came to her senses, hurriedly letting go of her. However, the ecstasy on her face only grew stronger. 。"My deepes...Both designers and manufacturers have seen some exceptionally talented individuals throughout history who achieved this level of expertise at a young age. 。Of course, designing and manufacturing in the later stages of improvement are more difficult than forging. 。 A blacksmith reaching the Spiritual Forging level, as long as they keep forging, is sure to be promoted to level six. However, for designers and crafters, after level five, every promotion is a qualitative leap, which will be very difficult. 。But because the initial improvement speed was fast, more people still chose to design and manufacture 。Especially, not all soul masters are suitable for forging. Forging demands too much from the physique. 。And it was so boring, where would designers and makers have a good learning environment

"Gulu Lulu!" Tang Wulin stood at the door for ten minutes, although many people passed by, no one paid him any attention. 。

I'm so hungry! Tang Wulin was feeling quite frustrated. If things couldn't get better, he'd have to go back and drink some water first to hold him over. He could turn in his forging assignments this afternoon, earn a thousand contribution points, and then eat a good meal tonight.

If you eat one meal less, then just eat one meal less.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and resigned himself to it. 。"Can you forge a thousand swords" A rather low voice suddenly sounded in front of him. 。"Huh Yeah!" Tang Wulin looked up in surprise, discovering that standing before him was Yuan En, his fellow part-timer. 。He still looked so ordinary, staring at himself with piercing eyes. 。"A thousand forges make one piece, a thousand and one contributions." 。not packaged annuallydrop in the ocean, so insignificant. 。This is the charm of nature! How can such a beautiful nature be destroyed 。A subtle tremor seemed to run through the natural essence within her brow, as if respo...