Commanding Wind and Cloud

The brilliant metal sparks finally stopped. The blacksmith apprentices in the backyard seemed to be under petrification magic. They stood there blankly as if they were looking at the demons. Where did this kid come from? With a hammer weighing more than one hundred kilograms, he swung it up and smashed two hundred hammers in one breath, smashing a piece of iron embryo the size of a human head into the size of a baby's fist?

Two hundred hammers for a one-hundred-pound hammer! In addition to what Franlin can do in the Franlin blacksmith shop, even Francie can only smash thirty hammers, a hammer that other people can't even use, and a boy who just walked in can do it? Moreover, the most ridiculous thing is the identity of this young man, a warrior student of Auckland Academy of Magic and Warrior? That academy that can only teach demon-killing tribes, unexpectedly came out a person who can forge iron? And as soon as he came out, it was someone who looked as powerful as Boss Fralin? You know, Flanlin is recognized as a first-class blacksmith in the mainland!

To put it bluntly, if Franlin packs up his clothes and goes to the demons, those demons who eat people but don't spit out their bones will also give him enough courtesy, let him open a shop there, and even give him a tax exemption policy. He will definitely not be killed casually like ordinary humans.

Franlin walked lightly to the anvil, and carefully picked up the iron block that had been cooled by cold water. Francie, who was following behind, made a sound like a whistle, and touched the strangely shining iron block in Flanlin's hand with slightly trembling palms.

"Big... big brother... this... this is..."

Francie held the small piece of iron in both hands, carefully looked around, and finally looked excitedly at the short Franlin, and found that this usually confident brother now had unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"That's right...it's refined iron..." Flanlin nodded with difficulty: "And...it's still a second-level refined iron..."

There was a series of exclamations in the dead blacksmith's backyard, and the blacksmith apprentices only had incredible shock in their eyes, whispering to each other: "Refined iron? Did you hear that? The boss said it was refined iron!"

"I heard it! And it's a second-level refined iron!"

"Oh my God! Did I hear you right? The boss said that any blacksmith who can knock out iron embryos into first-level refined iron is a real first-level blacksmith! Only a second-level blacksmith can knock out iron embryos into second-level refined iron! This is the test that blacksmiths must do in the upgrade exam."

"The boss has been making iron for so many years, and he became a first-class blacksmith after visiting famous teachers. How old is this kid? A second-class blacksmith?"

"I said, the boss can't read it wrong, right? These are students from Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors. Aren't they a group of people who can do nothing but fight?"

"You ask me, how do I know? Even if the big boss is wrong alone, could the second boss be wrong too? Don't forget, the second boss's blacksmithing level is not as good as that of the big boss, but his eyes are poisonous."

Kung Fu put the hammer on the ground and moved his sore arm repeatedly. It would still be tiring to swing a hammer of about one hundred catties two hundred times in one breath.

Level 2 Refined Iron! Franlin grabbed the refined iron in Francie's hand and looked around, confirming again in his heart that it was a piece of second-grade refined iron! It is a real blacksmith who hammers the impurities in the iron to produce the second-level refined iron!

Francie looked at the enthusiasm and shouted in her heart that she had found a treasure. If you want to forge superior weapons in this world, you must have good raw materials. How many real treasures are there? After countless years of research by senior blacksmiths, I finally discovered my own way to make high-quality materials, that is tempering!

A piece of ordinary iron embryo, copper embryo or other materials is forged little by little with a hammer to form refined iron and copper essence. According to the degree, it is divided into one grade, two grades, three grades... The higher the grade of refined iron and copper essence, the better the weapon will be, in theory, both harder and sharper.

Usually, because fine iron and other fine materials are rare, many high-quality weapons only have the edge made of fine iron, and the main body is still ordinary materials. Even so, they can still be sold at a good price.

Level 2 refined iron? Ke Jin heard the whispers of the crowd and startled himself. When he was in the family, he also heard about fine iron, which is the first-class material that only real blacksmiths can forge! I knocked it casually twice, and even smashed out the refined iron? And it's still a second-level refined iron?

Momentum suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly screamed in his heart: What is that thing called [Endless World] virtual game? I was abused for 16 hours in the blacksmithing game, but after I came out, I really knew how to strike iron! And it's still a second-level refined iron? Possess the ability of a second-level blacksmith? So, if I spend every day blacksmithing, will I be able to become a master craftsman someday? Even if a blood warrior sees me, they still have to respectfully and quietly call me master?

When Flanlin came before the drive, he felt a little bit hard to suppress. The second-level refined iron that had cooled down in his hand seemed to be still hot, the second-level refined iron! It's a second-level blacksmith! This young man smashed out a piece of second-level fine iron in a short period of time, much less time than the rumored second-level blacksmith exam. Obviously he is not a second-level blacksmith who has just advanced.

"Are you...really...a student of Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors?" Flanlin asked cautiously, unknowingly changing the address from you to you.

Actively moving because he held the hammer tightly for a long time, he nodded with his stiff fingers: "Yes."

"Then... are you really planning to forge iron in our small shop?" Flanlin's attitude became more cautious than before. As a second-level blacksmith, he is fully qualified to easily open his own blacksmith shop in Oakland. This kid is not here to make trouble, right?

"Could it be that I come to your blacksmith's shop to embroider?"

"But you are a second-level blacksmith." Flanlin peeped at him with a little enthusiasm: "I'm afraid the financial capacity of the small shop really can't afford your salary, and I'm just a first-level blacksmith."

The ecstasy in Francie's eyes has also turned into worry. Of all the blacksmith shops in Oakland, only the largest one, the hammer shop, has a second-level blacksmith. Although my shop has some wealth, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to hire a second-level blacksmith.

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