There is only one simple number outside each foundry, and there are a total of 36 foundry rooms from the outermost to the innermost.

This shows that at the peak of its development, there were thirty-six grandmaster-level blacksmiths in the Blacksmith Association.

Grandmaster-level blacksmith is the existence second only to the divine craftsman, equivalent to the Soul Douluo in the soul master level, every grandmaster-level blacksmith can create powerful weapons and equipment, so that a mortal army can be reborn qualitatively.

Today, however, there are only a few five foundry rooms that make the sound of striking iron.

Obviously, with the continuous development and growth of the soul master group, the importance of the mortal army is on a downward trend, and the life of these grandmaster-level blacksmiths is also not easy, slipping from their peak to the current step.

If we follow the current trend, in another few decades and nearly a hundred years, I am afraid that there may only be one or two grandmaster-level blacksmiths left in the blacksmith association, and in a few hundred years, I am afraid that the grandmaster-level blacksmiths who were once prosperous will become yesterday's yellow flowers, completely disappearing in the long river of history, and will only exist in history textbooks, for future generations to consult.

In fact, after the development of the Douluo Continent for thousands of years, that is, in the second part, there was basically no appearance of the blacksmith, and instead it was the popularity of the soul guide.

Full of curiosity, Yang Ming stood outside the door of a foundry room, secretly looking at the equipment built by a grandmaster-level blacksmith inside.

This grandmaster-level blacksmith who was over sixty years old, with white hair, holding his upper body, bare-chested, revealing a sturdy tendon meat, his arms were as thick as ordinary people's thighs, and he held a large weight-type hammer in his right hand, at least six hundred kilograms, but in the hands of this grandmaster-level blacksmith, it seemed to be as light as a feather, and he wielded it vigorously.

Now, the grandmaster-level blacksmith was crafting a piece of armor, and there was already a set of already built armor hanging from the side.

The armor is covered with a sash to protect the head, and there are upward scrolling ear guards on both sides of the scarf, and the scarf is also decorated with a neck that hangs down to the back of the shoulder to protect the neck; The breastplate is divided into two pieces, the left and right longitudinal bundles, and the left and right sides have a round guard, making a convex arc-shaped pattern; The shoulders are covered with shawls, and the arms are covered with arm guards; Waist tie, under the belt there are two knee skirts to protect the thighs, and the calves are wrapped with "hanging legs".

I have to say that the grandmaster-level blacksmith here still has something.

This armor not only takes into account the characteristics of durability and beauty, but also fits the human body very well, and will not affect the normal activities of others when worn, and the weight is not very heavy.

It's just that......

Yang Ming shook his head.

If there is no martial soul in this world, no dazzling martial soul civilization has been developed, and only ordinary people, with this pair of armor alone, a mortal army can add three percent of its combat effectiveness, and the security is greatly improved, which can ensure the survivability of a soldier to the greatest extent.

But so what?

With an armor like this, even if Yang Ming is not a Soul Saint powerhouse, he is just a great soul master of about level 20, and with a random skill, he can successfully break through the defense and kill the soldiers behind the armor.

Judging from the craftsmanship of this armor, the cost of creating such an armor is not low, and it requires a lot of materials and a considerable amount of time.

But such good equipment can't withstand the blow of the Great Soul Master.

It has to be said that this is a spicy irony.

At this time, Silong, who had left one step earlier, returned, but he did not bring the teacher, and bowed to Yang Ming with a panicked face and apologized.

"Lord Yang Ming, I'm very sorry, it's inconvenient for the family teacher to leave the research room now, he asked you to go."

Yang Ming didn't get angry either, after all, this time he came here, hoping to recruit this group of divine craftsmen and grandmaster-level blacksmiths.

What's more, Yang Ming probably knows that the profession of blacksmith is no different from that of a technical nerd, he is trapped in a room all day long and delves into it, his temper is a little weird, and he seems to be able to accept it if he is sophisticated or something. Let's play

In front of Silong Siyu's uneasiness, Yang Ming smiled casually.

"It doesn't matter, lead the way."

Si Long finally let go of a big stone in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Si Yu and Si Yu, both of them had a feeling of the rest of their lives.

I have to say that Yang Ming has grown up to this point, even if he does not take the initiative to release the domineering spirit of the overlord, he also has a shocking temperament, which makes people subconsciously feel awe.

Siyu Silong led the way in front, walked to the innermost No. 1 foundry room and stopped, stood respectfully by the door, raised his hand and knocked on the metal door.

There was no sound of forging coming from this foundry room.

After Silong knocked on the door, he said softly:

"Teacher, Lord Yang Ming is here."

After a while, an old voice came from inside.

"Invite him in, I'm not going to be able to move around right now."

Not long after his words fell, with a series of flashes, the wide iron door slowly slid open, revealing the bright room inside, strangely enough, there were no windows in this foundry room, and the reason why it was bright was because of a magic guide lamp hanging on the roof of the room, which was really quite extravagant.

Siyu Silong stood on both sides of the gate and made a gesture of please.

"Lord Yang Ming, please."

Yang Ming bowed slightly, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked in.

Not long after he entered, the iron door behind him closed automatically, which was extremely magical.

As soon as he entered, Yang Ming quickly locked his gaze on a short and fat old man.

He is about 1.6 meters tall, but his waist circumference is probably about 1.6 meters, with attractive ears, small eyes, and short unkempt hair, which looks like he hasn't washed for many days, wearing a wide robe, and his chubby face is stained with some metal powder.

Needless to say, I also know that the short and fat old man in front of him is the president of the current Blacksmith Association, and the master is tall.

At this moment, this somewhat fat old man is sitting on a metal chair, with metal-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding a pen in his right hand and a steel ruler in his left hand, and is making a gesture on a piece of rice paper.

Yang Ming came to Lou Gao and observed what this divine craftsman was studying.

Maybe the research is fascinating, or maybe there is no vigilance, Lou Gao did not stop it, and his hands did not stop.

Lou Gao's business ability is very strong, and the things written and painted on rice paper are very rigorous, every inch and every centimeter will give you a fine place to a few tenths of a point, and the details will produce results, and the overall look is extremely shocking.

And what shocked Yang Ming even more was what Lou Gao was painting.

This is actually a steamship!