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"Hey, speaking of it, it actually all happened because of me!" Mingxin said with some shame.

It turns out that Ming Xin comes from a family of blacksmiths.

Generally speaking, the status of blacksmiths on the mainland is not as high as that of soul masters. However, many blacksmiths are soul masters themselves, so this creates a paradox. On the one hand, the overall status of blacksmiths is not high, and on the other hand, the status of soul masters among blacksmiths

Very high!

Ming Xin is the legitimate son of a blacksmith and soul master family.

His family has a very strange martial spirit. It is a pen that can change the properties of metals to a certain extent! It is not obvious under normal circumstances, but when forging high-quality alloys, the effect is very powerful!

However, it is regrettable that as the only legitimate son in the family, Mingxin failed to inherit the family's martial spirit and instead mutated into a hammer!

"When my martial soul awakened, my father almost thought that I was not his biological child!" Mingxin curled her lips crazily when she said this.

Murong Fu sighed, thanks to the fact that many medical soul masters in this world have the ability to identify blood, otherwise, something is wrong with the martial soul inheritance, which cannot be easily dealt with by just mutating the martial soul.

However, although Ming Xin's martial spirit is not a martial spirit inherited from his family, this martial spirit, which he named the Eight Treasures Ruyi Hammer, also has its own uniqueness when it comes to forging! His hammer can soften metal slightly! And

This effect will also be slightly improved as his soul power increases!

For a blacksmith, this is also a very good ability! It's a pity that the family doesn't look down on it! Although this has not reduced his quality of life, his right to speak in the family is with other people who have inherited the family's martial arts.

Brothers can't talk the same thing.

Mingxin was unconvinced, so he wanted to do something to make his family think highly of him.

So, after obtaining the third soul ring, Mingxin, who turned twenty, began to travel. It took him four or five years to visit the famous mountains and rivers of the mainland. Finally, he found what he was looking for. A black man

A vein of ironite.

"Black-striped iron spirit?" When Murong Fu heard this, his eyebrows jumped up.

Black-striped Iron Spirit is what this world calls him. In his previous life, he would have had another name, Black Iron! Black Iron is extremely rare, and any weapon will become extremely sharp if mixed with just a little bit!

The swords of the core disciples of this sect, which is famous for its swords, are more or less mixed with black iron.

In the past life, the most common saying about black iron was that it was meteorite iron! But in Douluo World, there is a similar metal with ore veins, that is black-grained iron! However, black-grained iron and black iron

In comparison, all attributes are inferior!

The piece of iron that Murong Fu carried on his body two years ago was called black iron, but it was actually this kind of black-grained iron. And the one that was really equivalent to the black iron in his memory was the black-grained iron essence that Ming Xin called it!

Black-grained iron essence is usually the essence of black iron that is repeatedly forged by black iron in the hands of top craftsmen. However, the creation of Douluo World is particularly magical. This ultimate metal can also be produced in nature, but the quantity is actually a little smaller.

At this time, Mingxin actually said that he had found a mineral vein!

"Yes, the veins of black-grained iron essence are not black-grained iron!" Mingxin grinned: "Not much, two hundred tons!"

Two hundred tons and not much seem to go together. But if the object is dark iron, it makes sense! It should be noted that the weight of real dark iron is twenty or thirty times that of fine iron of the same volume! That is two hundred tons

A ton is only three to four feet square!

"So, that group of people are here for black iron, ah, no, for the black-grained iron spirit?" Murong Fu realized everything. Ordinary black-grained iron is already worth as much as gold! The black-grained iron spirit is more expensive than the black-grained iron.

It's several times more expensive! After all, just a little bit of this thing, in the hands of a craftsman, mixed with ordinary fine steel or cast iron, can be used to forge an extremely sharp magical weapon!

Two hundred tons can at least forge tens of thousands of sharp weapons! It should be noted that the real elite troops of the kingdoms under the two great empires of Tiandou Star may not be able to reach tens of thousands!

The so-called money moves people's hearts. This thing is enough for most people and even some powerful people to commit crimes.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Mingxin, how dare you say this to me with confidence? Aren't you afraid that I will seek wealth and murder like those people before me?"

"Hey, Brother Murong, if you were this kind of person, you wouldn't have provoked that group of strong men just because of an unknown woman!"

But Ming Xin waved his hand: "Brother Murong, I think you have clear eyes, so you are definitely not that kind of person! Besides, you saved my life, so even if I give you this black-striped iron spirit, it doesn't matter at all. It's just that you saved my life.

Please wait a few days, brother!"

"Hey," Murong Fu waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't save people for repayment. Brother Mingxin, please don't say such words again."

It is impossible to say that Murong Fu is not tempted by two hundred tons of dark iron! This is a truly huge sum of money! Even the money he got from selling five secret skills is far less than this.

.

But as Murong Fu himself said, he only saved people out of his own heart and had nothing to do with other things. Moreover, although the black iron was precious, it seemed to be of little use to Murong Fu. He is not as good as he was in his previous life.

He has great ambitions and wants to establish a hegemony. If he really has such a thing in his hands, I'm afraid it will be troublesome.

A common man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession. This has happened once before in the Qibao Glazed Sect!

If it weren't for the fact that the Qibao Glazed Sect in this world was the only one that paid special attention to these kung fu due to its own special characteristics, and the other forces were more focused on martial arts and soul skills, similar things would probably happen more than once.

Others may not have Ning Fengzhi's magnanimity.

"Hey, Brother Murong is too busy to refuse," Mingxin said with a proud but mysterious smile:

"Wait until tomorrow, when you have regained your energy! I will take brother Murong to see my research. Didn't you just say that those strong men came for the black-striped iron spirit? In fact, they are not! In fact, they should be considered

It’s for the research I’m doing. It’s just that the carrier of the research is the black-grained iron essence! I’m not boasting, brother, the black-grained iron essence is indeed precious, but compared with my research, hey, it’s just a drop in the bucket!”

When Murong Fu heard this, he became somewhat interested.

Black iron itself is already a priceless treasure. But Ming Xin said that compared with his research, the value of dark iron can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket! So how precious is it to have such value?

With this in mind, early the next morning, the two came to the cave in the bald mountain again.

The black flames were still burning brightly. Only then did Murong Fu notice that there were several large and small pieces of pitch black metal placed beside each flame.

Murong Fu randomly found a piece and tried to lift it, but when he mentioned it, he almost let it go!

This piece of metal, the size of a children's ball, weighs no more than three to four hundred kilograms!

Black iron, it was indeed dark iron! Looking at the hundreds of large and small pieces in the cave, Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh. In his past and present lives, he had never seen even such a large piece of dark iron. At the same time, he also expressed his gratitude to Ming Xin.

The research on black iron is much more precious, and I am more curious about what it is.

Murong Fu was amazed when he saw hundreds of pieces of black iron, large and small. But after seeing Ming Xin's research, he was not just amazed, he was simply astonished!

Mingxin took out two things. One was a long and narrow black box-like object half a meter long and six or seven inches wide, with a round hole at the front. The other was a dark iron box the size of a baby's fist.

ball.

"Brother Murong, try this first!" Mingxin pointed to the black box on the ground with a wicked smile.

Murong Fu looked confused, then reached out and picked it up, copying it in his hand.

"Brother Murong is so powerful!" Mingxin praised.

Murong Fu was grinning! Xuan Tie's thing was really heavy! It didn't look big, but it weighed two hundred kilograms. Without turning on the martial spirit, Murong Fu could handle it.

But it can't be said to be easy.

"Brother Mingxin, what is this?" Murong Fu asked suspiciously.

"Hey, Brother Murong, wait for me for a while! It'll be fine in a moment!" Mingxin said, taking the box. Murong Fu took the box with ease, but Mingxin couldn't do it! He had to open the soul ring, three soul rings

Only by appearing at your feet can you successfully

It was placed next to the black fire eye and baked for a while. After it softened a little, he used a chisel also made of dark iron to carve on the iron box a few times, and then brought Murong back out of the cave.

We arrived at the side of the bald mountain away from the village.

On the way, the black iron box was carried by Murong Fu. Two hundred kilograms was nothing to him, but Mingxin, despite his strong appearance, if he really walked this way, his arms would be broken!

Arrive at the back side of Bald Mountain.

Mingxin looked at Murong Fu who had taken the black iron box all the way, grinned and said: "Brother Murong, how do you think this thing in your hand weighs?"

"About two hundred pounds?" Murong Fu said casually.

"Believe it or not, I can lift it with just one finger! It's not like it has a martial spirit!" Ming Xin said with a smile.

Murong Fu suddenly looked suspicious and shook his head to express his disbelief. Even if he didn't open his martial soul, he couldn't lift it with one finger. Not to mention that the soul power was far inferior to his unforgettable heart.

However, Mingxin chuckled, stretched out a finger, and tapped the side of the black box. Murong Fu keenly felt that Mingxin had put a trace of soul power into it! Then, he felt a light touch in his hand. The box had been touched by Mingxin.

He picked it up with one finger.

"How is that possible?" Murong Fu looked in disbelief. He took it all the way, but he knew very well how heavy that thing was.

"The more interesting thing is still behind!" Mingxin smiled proudly, shook the black iron box, then grabbed both sides of the box with both hands, facing a half-man-high rock behind Bald Mountain. There was no one around him.

When he moved, he saw a bright white light emitting from the hole on the side of the box. After a brief flash, a white light beam suddenly shot out.

Bang!

The beam of light hit the rock. In just an instant, the rock was turned into rubble by the white light! The largest piece was no larger than the size of a finger knuckle!

"This... this is..." Murong Fu's eyes widened. He looked at the black box, then at the pile of rubble, feeling that his brain was a little exhausted.

"Brother Murong, how powerful is my soul cannon?" Mingxin looked at Murong's surprised expression, with a look of pride that could not be concealed. However, after that moment, he clearly showed a trace of fatigue. Then it seemed that

He could no longer lift the black box, so he placed it on the ground with a bang. The soil on the ground was suddenly pressed into a dent.

"Soul energy cannon?" Murong Fu seemed aware of it, then looked at Ming Xin, and sure enough he looked very tired, it was clear that his soul power had been consumed too much.

"So, this thing can convert soul power into powerful force?" Murong Fu looked surprised.

"That's right, Brother Murong has good eyesight!" Although he looked very tired, his expression of joy could not be concealed at any cost. Mingxin said proudly: "My grandfather and father have been pursuing methods to improve the status of blacksmiths all their lives.

It's a pity that I

My grandfather worked hard all his life, and my father died early because of this. But even though my grandfather worked hard for decades and was able to create armor that could withstand the Soul Emperor's full blow, it could still only be used for defense! Attack,

It won’t work. But…”

When Mingxin said this, she couldn't help but get excited: "I, um, Mingxin! I created a treasure that can be used as an attack! Brother Murong, tell me, is this an animal more precious than black iron?"

"Indeed!" Murong Fu nodded in admiration, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on the pile of rubble.

The white light emitted from the soul energy cannon just now was as powerful as the fourth soul skill of a soul sect-level soul master in the power attack system! Although Ming Xin felt like he had done it eight times a night, his legs were weak. But you know

He is just the Soul Lord. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to deliver such a blow!

"You... soul energy cannon... don't want to pick a soul master?" Murong Fu asked tentatively.

"You can't say that you can't choose!" Ming Xin grinned, found a rock to sit on, and explained: "At least one soul ring must be obtained, and a ten-level soul power is enough. Of course, if there are two soul rings,

A great soul master is more ideal. As the soul power increases, the power will also increase, but at most it is just like that! A great soul master will basically consume 70 to 80% of the soul power in one go, and will not be able to fire the second shot.

And if it is a soul master, it can fire three to five guns..."

"Then why did you do this with just one shot?" Murong Fu looked at Ming Xin, who was so weak, with a suspicious look on his face.

"Am I exhausted from the past half month?" Mingxin explained dissatisfiedly: "I was forced to almost exhaust my soul power every day for the past half month, and I haven't recovered yet!"

"Hmm!" Murong Fu remembered Ming Xin's previous appearance of wielding a sledgehammer while driving his martial spirit, and nodded in approval, "Awesome, the real thing is really powerful!" As he said that, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the mysterious thing in his hand.

Iron Ball: "Is this the same thing?"

"It's almost the same, but it's more powerful, but it's one-time use!" Ming Xin chuckled, "Brother Murong, if you look carefully, you can see that the surface of the iron ball is textured.

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The last pit before the Soul Master Competition.

This volume will end tomorrow, and then the next volume will start with the Soul Master Competition~ Well, no surprise, it will be tomorrow~

Level 55 Murong Fu’s Soul Master Competition

In addition to crushing, crushing!