Commanding Wind and Cloud

"It's okay, it's okay..." Francie waved her hands again and again: "Although I don't know what you want to do, but no matter what you want to do, I will definitely support it with all my strength! There is no iron ore, right? Who, push that cart of pig iron over there to motivate you!"

"This..." Mo Jin looked at the pile of pig iron that fell under his feet, and looked at Francie with some embarrassment. These are not just a pile of pig iron, they can also be said to be a pile of money! Although Fralin's blacksmith shop was ranked second in Oakland before, even if it is temporarily ranked first, its income is far less than that of Lucas' blacksmith shop for the time being.

Such two carts of pig iron are not a small sum of money for Flanlin Blacksmith.

"Motivation, you can use it if you want to use it! If you are a man, you don't need this or that!" Flanlin waved his arms vigorously, with an impatient look on his face: "I can still afford to pay for this little money!"

Can afford it? Several blacksmiths around twitched their mouths. The price of iron ore is not too expensive, but the price of pig iron is not cheap. Ten catties of iron ore with normal content can produce one catty of pig iron, and this thousand catties of pig iron is equivalent to ten thousand catties of ore!

Flanlin's blacksmith shop is not rich, two thousand catties of pig iron is almost one-tenth of Flanlin's property!

Mo Jin's chest was slightly hot, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the hot air inhaled by blacksmithing breathing method rotating in the death orifices, or it was caused by Flanlin's words, but he secretly made up his mind to give Flanlin some weapons that were qualified to be auctioned in the future to repay him.

The hammer was raised again, and the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying around became the main theme of the yard again.

After lunch, everyone didn't ask Gan Jin what he was going to do, but just watched him forging from noon until late at night, until he had hammered all the iron ore in the three carts into fine iron.

Flanlin played with the unusual metal in his hands, guessing what it was, why was it so different from the usual refined iron? Even if he has a level nine or even ten level blacksmith with motivation, the kind of blacksmith level that can shock people to death, the forged should be level nine or ten fine iron. How can he forge a strange metal that he doesn't know at all?

Flanlin took advantage of the dinner time when the dusk came, and asked in a low voice because of exhaustion, which had consumed nearly all of his combat energy and energy of blacksmithing breathing method: "What is this?"

"This." He smiled energetically, "It's Iron Essence."

When clang... the shiny iron spirit slipped from Franlin's hand and fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled all the way to the stove before stopping.

Iron essence! It only exists in rumors, and I have never seen it myself. It is said that only fighting soldiers can add the special top-grade material iron essence! Tiejing is not at the same conceptual level as Jingtie? Even if it is a tenth-level fine iron, is the iron essence like a block of earth or a stone brick in front of the iron essence?

"you……"

"The store manager." Scratching his head vigorously, he said in a low voice, "I'm going to participate in a trial in the academy in a few days, so I want to make a handy weapon. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to simply create my own fighting soldier..."

Flanlin put his palm on Qian Jin's mouth at once, and lowered his voice with an extremely serious expression, "Just tell me about this matter. Don't tell anyone. I don't care if you can really build fighters, but you remember it for me. After this weapon is ready and tried, wrap it in canvas for me immediately! How many fighters are there in the entire city of Oakland? You are only a first-year fighter trainee, probably two or three fighters? If you attract the attention of fighters above eighth level, They will really take the risk to kill you for this fighting soldier!"

"I'm afraid it's not just eighth-level fighters..." Flanlin thought about it seriously: "Even the city lord may be tempted..."

"He doesn't have fighters?"

"Boy! Does anyone think there are too many fighters?"

Motivatedly, he touched the red forehead that Flanlin jumped up and knocked and nodded. It was precisely because he knew that Flanlin would not talk about going out to fight soldiers, so he told the respectable store manager, and he knew the truth that Flanlin said since he was a child.

But Qi Jin doesn't worry much about someone taking the knife, as a ninth-level fighter! Even if he didn't have a fighting soldier in his hand, he could almost walk across the entire city of Oakland with a kitchen knife. If he added a fighting soldier with a saber, apart from Fabredis, his daughter and the city lord, he really couldn't find anyone who could beat him in a single fight.

As for the mayor? Motivation is not too much in his heart. According to what Fabredis said, the city lord Zagallo is a very smart person now, and his life is not easy, and he needs Fabredis' help in many things.

A wise man, when life is very difficult, he does not believe that he will offend Fabredis, the only one who can help suppress the Kai family, just for a fight.

After dinner at the blacksmith shop, Jin Jin lay down on the hammock in the backyard to rest for a while, looked up at the sunset in the sky, and felt the little bit of fighting spirit that had grown back in his body.

After a day of frenzied forging iron essence, I feel motivated that when I use the blacksmith breathing method, the amount of heat that can be stored in my body seems to have increased compared to before, even the strength of the ninth level is also increasing.

The stars replaced the setting sun, and jumped off the hammock with the arms that had recovered their strength. Later, they will enter the endless world. Without enough physical strength, Black's ugly face can scare people to death.

At night in Oakland, the streets are usually very calm, except for the noisy noise of a few taverns, and only the occasional Xuncheng soldiers passing by are considered to be crowded.

Several unscrupulous shouts sounded from the opposite side of the street. Mo Jin frowned slightly and looked at the three people coming towards him in the distance. They held wine bottles in their hands and staggered forward with each other's support.

"Drunk so early?" Qi Jin raised his eyebrows to look at the moon in the sky. In the past, alcoholics would have their orgasms at this time, and alcoholics would appear on the street in two hours.

"Aw... Aw... I am Zhen Ce's greatest adventure king..."

"I am the greatest warrior..."

"I am the lord of the country! The ** of all the beauties are mine..."

The yelling after being drunk continued to echo in the sky above the street. Motivatedly raised his hand to cover his nose and quickened his pace, he secretly shook his head and gave a helpless wry smile. People who go crazy after drinking are usually people who are unhappy in their daily lives...

wrong!

Momentum suddenly felt a killing intent! His eyes widened rapidly, and his right ankle, which was on the ground, twisted rapidly with the outbreak of level nine fighting strength, and his body quickly dodged aside like a whip whipped out of thin air!

Just at the moment when you step on the ground and start! A bright knife light suddenly erupted in the dark night. The gorgeous knife light reflected the cold light of the three moons in the sky, blooming Sen Han's naked killing intent!