Commanding Wind and Cloud

Since the establishment of Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, there has never been a demon warrior in the school! Even in an academy with better conditions and students than Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, it is difficult to produce a demon warrior!

A ninth-level fighter is a hurdle! If you can break through the tenth-level fighter, you will become an extremely powerful demon-fighting fighter! Even the city lord of Oakland would not ignore a demon-falling warrior, and if possible, would even offer extremely generous conditions to recruit him.

Rodriguez had a feeling that perhaps the number one demon warrior of Oakland Magic and Warriors was the motivation of his most promising student! As long as he persuades the stingy headmaster to take out the fighting stones that are not in stock to help Qian Jin, then he will really have a chance to break through and become a demon-fighting warrior! Make the entire Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors no longer look down upon!

Rodriguez thought of this possibility, with great joy on his face: "The exam is about to come, and you won't learn anything new in the days to come. You study hard on weekdays, and even if you don't review in class, you shouldn't have any problems in the written test. With all this time wasted, it's better to visit that person's house more, so that you can improve yourself faster. Alright! I'll give you a special leave. In the few days before the trial, you don't have to go to class, just go to that person's house every day."

Motivation was worrying about not having enough time to forge a fighting soldier that was completely his own before the trial, and when he heard Rodriguez's words, he immediately agreed with a smile.

Rodriguez smiled and looked at the vigorous running figure, and couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed. The Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors is about to have a demon warrior of his own! This time, the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors, two years later, may really be qualified to challenge those academies with blood warriors.

Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding...

In the early morning at the Fralin blacksmith shop, a series of non-stop sounds of iron strikes echoed over the backyard of the blacksmith shop that seemed to be still asleep.

Flanlin rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed open the door, wanting to see with an unhappy face, who didn't have a good rest early in the morning and came to work so early, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Enthusiasm! Currently, the person with the highest forging technology in Fralin Blacksmith's shop held that heavy hammer in his hand, concentrating on competing with several pieces of iron blanks.

Flanlin has never seen such a serious expression of enthusiasm, even when forging eight-level fine iron a few days ago, he never had such a serious expression.

The morning sun slanted on Ke Jin's body, and Flanlin suddenly felt hallucinations appeared in his eyes. It was not the young Qi Ke who was standing in the yard waving and blowing, but the statue of the master craftsman Ovilan standing in front of the blacksmith union!

In an instant, Flanlin felt as if the master craftsman of Ovilan, who had long since died, appeared in his small blacksmith shop, teaching himself what is the art of forging by precepts and deeds!

"this……"

Flanlin rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the energetic forging again, his jaw was almost dislocated due to surprise, and his mouth was so open that he could directly swallow an apple raw.

A red-hot iron embryo, another red-hot iron embryo, the third...the fourth...the tenth...

The red-hot iron embryos were thrown on the anvil one by one, and then they were struck together by the hammer in Gan Jin's hand, and the impurities in the iron embryos were shaken out by the splashing sparks generated by the impact.

Ten pieces of iron embryos, if they are piled up together, they will be quite a large pile of objects. Flanlin found that the total volume of the ten iron embryos fused together after vigorous forging and blowing was now even smaller than one iron embryo.

"This...how is this possible?" Flanlin's face twitched repeatedly: "Even... even if it is to forge a tenth-level refined iron, it is absolutely impossible to use so many iron embryos and maintain such a small size."

Mo Jin didn't notice Flanlin's existence, and all his mental attention was on the iron embryo in front of him. The hot air boiled continuously between the breathing method of hammering iron, and the weird hammering quickly removed the impurities in the iron.

Here at the Flanlin blacksmith shop, there is no century-old ice iron ore that Blacksmith mentioned, and there are not even any slightly higher-grade foreign metals, and almost all of them are the most common iron ore.

Since there is no good foreign metal, let's use these ordinary iron ore to forge a fighting soldier of your own! After setting his goal, he forged iron essence all the way, only to find out that using the most common iron ore, which is not even high-grade iron ore, to make iron essence is a very troublesome thing.

One hundred catties into one! One hundred catties of pig iron was hammered vigorously, but the forged iron essence was only one catty! This is not a hundred catties of iron ore forging a catty of iron ore, but pig iron after iron ore is refined! The material that can already be used to make hoes, sickles, and even swords can be exchanged for a pound of iron essence for a hundred catties.

In just one morning, all the blacksmiths in the Flanlin Blacksmith Shop were out of work. Everyone was shocked and stared at the concentration of energy. They had never seen such a terrible consumption of iron ore. Nearly a thousand catties of pig iron were completely consumed in just one morning!

If he didn't see it with his own eyes, but listened to other people talking about such things, Flanlin must have suspected that the other party was not awake or bragging. How could someone in the world be able to turn thousands of catties of pig iron into nearly ten catties of high-grade refined iron? Is this forging iron ore? Still eating iron ore?

Francie has always felt that she is tall and strong. Although she is not the first in the blacksmith's forging technology, she must have the strongest stamina in blacksmithing! This pride has disappeared without a trace not long ago.

A whole morning's time! Mo Jin only did a few things, adding charcoal, frantically pulling the bellows, and then kept swinging the huge hammer, hitting the pile of iron ore continuously.

"The eleventh iron essence..." Putting away the newly forged iron essence vigorously and happily, the five fingers that reached out to grab the pig iron suddenly caught nothing, only to find that the pile of pig iron beside him had already been completely empty.

"No more?" Looking vigorously at the pile of pig iron that was like a hill in the morning, it was completely empty now. He frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered that these materials were used by Flanlin Blacksmith's for business.

After waking up, he looked at the surprised expressions of the people around him and scratched his head in embarrassment: "This, accidentally..."

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