Li Erniu's hand pulling the bellows was a little twitching at this time, but Ye Xiaotian hadn't stopped yet, how could this little brother Ye be better than his own father to pick up the hammer!

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the pile of scrap iron lumps piled up in front of him, he had now improved his level, the hammer in his hand was much lighter than just now, and every time he raised his level, he changed to a larger hammer.

At the end of the day, the hammer was changed three times.

Li Erniu is honest and honest, and his personality is also very tenacious, seeing that Ye Xiaotian did not rest, he had to pull the bellows hard, and the tongue of fire sprayed out violently in the stove, reflecting Ye Xiaotian's green and gradually calm face, which made Li Erniu more and more admired in his heart.

Since then, Ye Xiaotian has come to the blacksmith shop every time to strike iron, and every time he lifts the hammer, it is at least eight hours of iron-making time.

Li Erniu is not a lazy person, he started to help Ye Xiaotian pull the bellows from the first day, and every day after that, he insisted on helping Ye Xiaotian pull the bellows.

The business in Li Tie's blacksmith shop in the Valley of the Wicked is not particularly prosperous, and the warriors who really need to forge high-level weapons generally go to the capital city to find a famous craftsman, and then use the blood of foreign beasts as a guide to create a good weapon with a grade.

The blacksmith in the Valley of the Wicked is just a cornerstone.

Twenty days later.

"Congratulations on raising the host minting level to full level."

When he heard the sound of the system, Ye Xiaotian was also relieved.

In the future, there is no way to improve the level by striking iron, it must be to cast weapons, after Ye Xiaotian casts the basic level to the full level, the success rate of his weapon casting is one hundred percent.

Ye Xiaotian didn't know if there would be moisture in this 100 percent, but at the moment he didn't have time to think about these problems, he had to forge a weapon to prepare for leaving the Valley of the Wicked in the future.

Looking at the two sides of the blacksmith shop, the knives, guns, and swords that have never been sharpened, Li Erniu's eyes are full of joy!

It's all money!

And Li Erniu's father, Li Tie, is also full of admiration in his eyes.

Ye Xiaotian, this child, although his martial arts cultivation is not in the bloodline realm, but he has a focused and diligent attitude in doing things, and he may not be able to become a real martial arts master, but he may be able to become a generation of famous craftsmen.

You can become like the Hidden Sword Villa, one of the top casting masters.

Thinking of this, Li Tie looked at Ye Xiaotian's eyes full of like, if it was possible, he hoped that his family's Erniu would be able to follow Ye Xiaotian to Tibetan Sword to learn casting skills in the future, and become a master of exquisite craftsmanship in this area.

But Li Tie knows that this is still a long way, and a real famous teacher is not created in a day, and it takes too many opportunities and challenges.

Li Tie put away his thoughts, picked up a low-level big knife, lifted it in his hand, and touched it lightly with his hand on the blade: "Talented!" I, Li Tie, have followed my father in the blacksmith since I was a child, but I have never made a really good knife. ”

Li Tie looked a little lonely as he spoke.

Ye Xiaotian looked at the weapons on the shelf that had been created and said: "These knives, guns, and swords are regarded as gifts from me to you, casting is a meticulous job, and skill improvement is not overnight." ”

Li Tie and Li Erniu heard Ye Xiaotian's words, both of them blushed, and Ye Xiaotian was also embarrassed.

He also realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Li Tie's face turned even darker.

"You kid, in just two months, you knocked out two fist-sized iron essences from a pile of scrap iron, aren't you a slap in the face?"

But at this time, he didn't dare to speak to Ye Xiaotian like this.

Ye Xiaotian looked at the iron spirit on the stage at this time and said: "I also want to borrow this casting table for use, I want to build a sword and a dagger." ”

When Li Tie heard Ye Xiaotian's words, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "I'll help you pull the bellows, and Erniu will come over to help you add charcoal." ”

"Good!"

Ye Xiaotian agreed.

At the moment, he knows the basic sword moves, and the three styles of the remnant sword, and has not learned the rest of the moves, so casting a sword is the first priority, as for the dagger, this is a psychological comfort, and one more dagger in this world at least one more survival dependence.

The flames rise, and the flames are sour.

Ye Xiaotian picked up the innermost hammer and adjusted his breathing.

If he really wanted Ye Xiaotian to fight these two pieces of iron essence alone, he was really a little powerless, after all, this body was only more than fourteen years old, and in the past two months, he had cultivated the Turtle Breath Gong, his qi and blood were stimulated, his appetite increased greatly, and his height was also surging, and he had grown a lot taller, which made Ye Xiaotian look a little more mature than his peers.

Now standing next to Li Erniu, he is just a head shorter.

Li Tie glanced at the iron essence in the flames, his eyes gradually changed, his expression became focused, and said, "Erniu, add more charcoal." You pull up the second bellows as well, this iron essence cannot be forged as ordinary fine iron. ”

Li Erniu knew that this iron essence was different from ordinary mortal iron, listened to Lao Tzu's words, added more charcoal to the stove, and walked towards the second bellows, and began to pull the bellows with both hands, only to see that the muscles on his two arms were like undulating peaks, accompanied by the strength of his hands, undulating endlessly.

Ye Xiaotian saw his father and son, and pulled the bellows at the same time, and the flames in the stove suddenly spit out violently, and the tongue of fire spewed out violently, turning into a dazzling tongue of fire, like a flying fire dragon, which looked extremely spectacular.

The surrounding warmth soon rose violently.

Li Tie and Li Erniu, their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, tongues of fire, and rising ashes, which made the two of them quickly turn into two big black faces.

Beads of hot sweat slid down the foreheads of the two of them, making their faces seem to be crawling with white canals, white water channels slid down their foreheads, and finally converged on their chins, and they dripped on the ground.

The foundation stone of the floor was connected to the stove, and the temperature was not low, and the beads of sweat fell near the stove, making a sizzling sound, and then a puff of green smoke came up.

Soon, the smoke of these sweat beads enveloped the entire blacksmith shop, and from a distance, the entire blacksmith shop seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of white mist.

Ye Xiaotian saw that the physical strength of the two was too fast, and beckoned: "Uncle Li Tie, take the flint!" Otherwise, this temperature leaks out, and this iron essence is difficult to melt, and no matter how much charcoal is burned, it will be useless. ”

Li Tie heard the flint stone, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and there was some reluctance in his eyes.

Ye Xiaotian hurriedly said: "Uncle Tie, I will exchange this town flint stone for Chiyuan stone." ”

Saying that, Ye Xiaotian took out a hundred red yuan stones from his pocket and threw them to Li Tie.

Li Tie still wanted to postpone it, but Ye Xiaotian waved his hand and said: "Your stove has experienced such a high temperature, and then use the flint stone to suppress the flames, I'm afraid that after creating this weapon, this stove will also be wasted, so don't postpone it, take it!" ”

Li Tie knew that this was not the time to be hypocritical, so he hurriedly took the Chiyuan Stone into his pocket, turned around and quickly walked into the blacksmith shop, and soon took out three square flint stones with a dark body.

He gently recited a mantra in his mouth, and then the true yuan in his body urged, and three black flint stones landed on the stove in three directions.