Chương 161: A Bolt From the Blue

Hearing his master's words, a hint of battle intent appeared in Song Qiufeng's eyes.

It was said that since ancient times, right and wrong had turned to nothing. However, who did not want to become the best?

Be it a blacksmith or a martial artist, there had to be a win or loss.

If one lost an opponent, lost a win, or lost in comparison, it would be hard for one's life to have any meaning.

At least, most people were like that.

"In order to ensure your victory, your teacher specially chose three materials for you.

"This was the material that your teacher chose after many years of research and careful evaluation of the competition format. It will not cause you to lose points due to using your own materials. Moreover, it can also improve the quality of your refining."

Song Qiufeng's expression had two points of rejection.

"Master, I. . ."

The teacher waved his hand and smiled faintly.