Outside the door of the hotel where the Iron Soul Master lived, Mu Bing stood in front of the door with Warwick, but he didn't dare to enter.

"Here it is...... The residence of the Iron Soul Master?" Mu Bing couldn't believe it, because the environment here was probably the worst in the entire long summer. The inn is located in a prominent corner of the Imperial Palace, which is the farthest point from the Imperial Palace. Because of what happened at the wedding banquet of the prince, every hotel was full of people, and even on the hay of the horse pen, there were people lying down.

These people may be ordinary residents of the towns near the imperial capital, because they came to watch the wedding of the prince Tuo, or simply to see the excitement, or to buy some vegetables and fruits grown at a good price, so they came here. However, now the whole city is under martial law, and only entry and exit are allowed, resulting in the originally spacious imperial capital is now overcrowded, and ordinary people cannot afford to live in expensive rooms, so they can only settle on hay to ensure their rest.

Even the brightest places have a dark side. This seems to be the slum of the imperial capital, Mu Bing just wanted to push the door in, but the Iron Soul Master had already walked out slowly.

"I think you should be here too. The Iron Soul Master walked straight past Mu Bing, as if talking to himself: "Come with me, let's go to the blacksmith shop." When Mu Bing heard this, he had to hurry up and follow.

"Have you decided on the name of the weapon?"

"Name?" In the grassland, there has never been such a thing as naming weapons, not so much unwillingly, but rather simple herdsmen do not need to name their weapons, after all, their only enemy is the elusive wolf, and even many herdsmen do not carry sharp weapons with them when grazing, for them the horse pole is the most handy guy, not only can manage the sheep, but also put pressure on the wolves under the condition of ensuring their own safety.

"A good weapon should have its own name," said the Iron Soul Master, "It's not a boast, at least the weapons I have built have their own names so far." It's like the 'conqueror' of the prince and the 'cruiser' of Haiqin. ”

"Does it have to be such a name?" After the Iron Soul Master's click, a name suddenly popped up from Mu Bing's mind, but he wasn't sure if the name was suitable.

"Just say that thought that comes to your mind. "The Iron Soul Master walked extremely fast, as if he couldn't wait to show Mu Bing his work. Mu Bing could barely keep up, and Warwick was already trotting.

"Wolf Fang. Mu Bing truthfully recounted the name that could not be hovered in his mind.

"Okay, that's called Wolffang. I don't know how many turns I made, the blazing temperature rushed towards Mu Bing, accustomed to the low temperature on the plateau, the herdsmen have always disliked high temperatures, so Mu Bing frowned unconsciously.

There was a strong man in the blacksmith shop who was striking iron, and the stove was also burning brightly, and when the blacksmith saw the Iron Soul Master, he immediately stopped what he was doing, stood up straight, and said respectfully: "Iron Soul Master." ”

Unexpectedly, the Iron Soul Master frowned directly and scolded angrily: "Who told you to stop, I told you a long time ago, when you are facing a piece of iron, you should only have it in your eyes, and only by trying to communicate with it can you touch its soul." You should be preoccupied when you hit a piece of iron, and I should be like a piece of slag to the iron in front of you!"

Hearing this, the blacksmith quickly lowered his head, picked up the hammer he had just put down from the ground, and sure enough, he no longer paid attention to the iron soul master, but continued to bury his head in the iron.

"Remember to communicate! Iron also has a soul!" the Iron Soul Master instructed again, and the blacksmith stubbornly struck the iron and no longer bothered with the Iron Soul Master. The Iron Soul Master nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk inside with Mu Bing.

At the other end of the stove, the Iron Soul Master stopped, and he took a small spear from the weapon rack and placed it in the furnace.

"Whatever I tell you to do in a moment, you do it. And your wolf, I know you can understand what I say, and you will do whatever I tell you to do. ”

After saying that, the Iron Soul Master closed his eyes and waited for the temperature of the spear to gradually rise. Mu Bing looked at the Iron Soul Master and felt that he had suddenly become taller, like a god of war who was about to set foot on the battlefield.

The Iron Soul Master's forging method was different from that of other blacksmiths, and he threw his entire spear directly into the furnace, as if they were one in one. When the spear was hot, the Iron Soul Master carefully took the spear out, and then picked up the hammer that was set aside.

The Iron Soul Master was calm, and the hammer in his hand tapped lightly on the tip of the spear, as if knocking on the door of an old friend's house.

Immediately after, caught off guard, the Iron Soul Master slammed a hammer on the blade of the gun, splashing high sparks. Some sparks jumped on the Iron Soul Master's body, but the Iron Soul Master was unmoved, still beating the spear in front of him hard, as if the Iron Soul Master himself had become an Iron Soul and was beating the weapon in front of him without emotion.

"Prepare your blood!" the Iron Soul Master had already joined forces, and his words were more like those spoken to the weapon in front of him. Mu Bing's spirit was shocked, and he suddenly came back to his senses. It turned out that unconsciously, Mu Bing watched the Iron Soul Master forging, and actually fell into a state of obsession, just like an old monk who settled down, and for a while he couldn't remember what he thought during the time when he lost his mind, but when he really recalled it, he definitely benefited a lot.

Mu Bing didn't have time to remember what happened when he was settled, so he quickly took out a short knife from his waist and slashed it in his palm, and blood gushed out like a dam bursting. Mu Bing set his eyes on the wolf king again, only to see the wolf king glance at Mu Bing contemptuously, as if he was laughing at him for actually frowning because of his injury, and then the wolf king gritted his teeth, and there were a few more blood holes on his tongue, and the hot blood slowly dripped down the tip of his tongue.

"Bell!" The Iron Soul Master dropped the last hammer, the last hammer was so powerful that Mu Bing felt that even a piece of iron essence would be shattered under this hammer, and the sound it made was like a thunderbolt exploding in Mu Bing's ears, and Mu Bing even suspected that the people in the entire imperial capital could hear this earth-shattering hammer.

The Iron Soul Master grabbed the spear, and Mu Bing noticed that there had always been a two-person high water tank behind the Iron Soul Master, if it wasn't for the Iron Soul Master throwing the spear into the water tank, Mu Bing would never have imagined that it was actually a water tank used for quenching.

Then something strange happened, the blood that Mu Bing and Warwick had been dripping suddenly lost its gravity and began to float into the sky instead. After a while, Mu Bing and Warwick noticed that their blood was not floating out of thin air, but was flying towards the two-person water tank. Because of the rapid cooling of the high temperature, the steam coming out of the water tank quickly blocked the surrounding environment, and Mu Bing couldn't even see Warwick beside him clearly.

There is one of the most intuitive feelings in their bodies, that is, the feeling of exhaustion, this feeling Mu Bing has not felt, but Warwick has felt it when he is fighting to the death again and again on the grassland, it is the feeling of excessive blood loss, exhaustion, dizziness, these are all because of the lack of oxygen in his brain, and oxygen is transported through the blood.

It stands to reason that the wounds of the two of them will not allow them to lose too much blood, but after the weapon created by the Iron Soul Master began to quench and it began to absorb the blood of Mu Bing and Warwick, one man and one wolf began to feel tired.