"Shut up!" the old forging master snorted, turned his face to Yinchen and said with a sneer: "Don't listen to those bastards, this Iron Mountain Conference has been held for a thousand years, and all aspects have been considered very well, there is no difficult thing for a strong man, an hour, if it is a high-level forging master to build, I am afraid that it will not take a while, and the most important is also a medium grade, this time is actually quite generous."

The magician suddenly raised his hand and stopped the old blacksmith from continuing. In the silver pupils, a cold light flashed.

At this time, two things happened in the square at the same time.

The first thing, the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army brought the carved wooden cabinet, opened the brass lock with uncertain turmoil with a special key, and placed 173 finished products one by one, which was kept as some kind of physical evidence while being viewed. After the hollow carved wooden cabinet was locked, many people gathered around and commented on the works with their names inscribed.

The second thing, that is, the person who competed in the second game, has already played. Among the 400 people, there was a gray-haired old man, who glared at him fiercely with resentful eyes in addition to the game.

The magician originally thought that when he appeared in this high attic, an old man he met in the Blood Sun City should retreat from the difficulty, and should clearly realize that he "has eyes but does not know Taishan" , Even if he doesn't admit his mistakes, he should be cautious and careful, respectfully and reverently focus on the utensils in his hands, and be more sincere than the other contestants, but he didn't expect that this old man, who is still affiliated with the Divine Sword Sect, is still so arrogant, and even has the courage to doubt the judgment of the Spirit Emperor, and self-righteously thinks that Yinchen ascended to the throne by some means, rather than relying on real talent and real learning.

The magician sneered in his heart, thinking that he and the Spirit Emperor were not related, even if he was recommended by the True King, if he did not have real talent and real learning, would the Spirit Emperor rest assured that he would be the chief judge? Although the Spirit Emperor had no opinion on some things, he was definitely not a mediocre emperor!

In the eyes of this old vegetable gang, how stupid is the saint today, so that a person who has no real knowledge can be embarrassed on the tower of Wumen City?

Silver Dust glanced at him, sparks splashing where they met. The magician knew that even if he was for the sake of the Spirit Emperor's face, he had to go down and teach this so-called "final word" how to be a person and how to respect the emperor.

He didn't expect at this time that this old guy had already betrayed the Divine Sword Gate and followed Lu Feilong to join the Jianzhou slaves, and at this time, he was wearing a gorgeous Divine Sword Sect's skin, which was just a disguise that could be mixed into this Pershing City.

"Wait!"

Yinchen looked at the four hundred people who came up in the second field, and suddenly spoke, and the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, who was about to give the order to start, paused his movements and cautiously looked at this master of the Hanlin Academy, whose official rank was far higher than his.

"Among these 400 people, there is an old friend of this seat, and this seat is looking for him to catch up with the old days. In Yinchen's voice, there was no trace of the joy of meeting a stranger in a foreign country, only a bone-eroding coldness. How could the sleek waiter of the Ministry of Rites not understand the meaning of his words, and quietly offered advice: "My lord, we can wait for him to make something, and find a reason to fall ......."

"I'm going to have a game with him, you go down and ask if there's any place to play. Yinchen's tone was very gentle, but the sharpness between his words made the hairs on the back of the neck of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites stand up.

It's no wonder that Yinchen, he originally wanted to compete with these contestants, but he didn't expect the Spirit Emperor to directly let him be the judge, or the head of the judges, so that the competition he had agreed with someone was staggered. Although Yinchen is not a person who will repay him, he hates people who have no ability to pretend to be masters in front of him, and he is very disgusted with those megalomaniacs who sit in the well and watch the sky. Or rather, all mages hate this kind of person.

When he sat on the tower, he could already see a look of disdain in the crowd in the square below, which always lingered on the bridge of his nose. The owner of that gaze, he had seen it in Blood Sun City.

The owner of the gaze, dressed in the clothes of the Excalibur Gate, with red and willow green, perverse ornamentation, a faction of killing Matt's dress, the hair that was already completely white, half dyed brown and yellow by some kind of pigment, half silver-white, combed into a stroke and scattered not to mention, the tips of the hair were also permed into big waves, a small brass crown, actually relied on a circle of black-edged gold background belt around the chin, fixed on the head, I really don't know how that kind of costume was designed.

It was an old man, who had a flag on his back, on which were written the four big characters "Final Word", and like many other forgers who came to admire him, he carried a sword flag on his back, hoping to show his face in such a competition and examination room, show his strength, and make a name for himself. Such people, generally speaking, are mediocre in their skills, and they want to rely on their fame to make more money, and before they are proven to be unworthy of their name, they can harm a stupid hat.

The old man saw Yinchen at the beginning, and when he saw Yinchen sitting on the high throne, he felt a wave of jealousy in his heart. This old man, who hopes to make the name of the "final word" shop all over the world, will not think about what real materials Yinchen can have, and be trusted by the emperor, so he sat on the chief of the judges, and thought that Yinchen was the same as him, relying on flattery, and only climbed to a high position with a false head, and he thought that Yinchen was more hypocritical than him, more cunning, and better at using power, bragging and fame, so that he could get such a high position. The old man watched him sit high on the tower, his heart was full of jealousy and resentment, and he also considered that Yinchen might use judgment injustice to rectify him, so this old man who originally belonged to the Divine Sword Sect actually completely threw away his dignity as a human being, and took refuge in the Nano Dynasty, carrying a "earth-shattering artifact" that is said to be able to tear injustice and authority apart at any time.

Unbeknownst to him, it was actually a special metal that could erode human cells from the ruins of the Kanonikor civilization, or rather, it was a collection of mysterious microorganisms with certain metallic properties.

That thing, clinging to his body, could also be disguised as the color of his skin, so when he searched his body, he was not found and followed him into the playing field.

At this time, the old man did not have the slightest fear of silver dust.

"Lord Hui, the things for the extra race have been prepared, and they were originally used in case of a sudden breakdown somewhere......" The waiter of the Ministry of Rites replied respectfully, Yinchen nodded, and slowly went down the stairs behind the castle tower, passed through the noon gate, and arrived at the competition venue.

The original boxy competition field has an extra corner in the northeast direction, a small stove, a small square table, a small square stool, and a pair of materials and utensils, which together form a lonely station. All 400 contestants turned their heads to look at the young and distinguished adult, slowly walking towards the extra workstation.

Everything on that workstation was exactly the same as in front of the contestants, without the slightest difference, and the Southern Imperial Court, which was denounced by some people as "accustomed to favoritism and fraud, and secretly operated", seemed to disdain to engage in any unfair competition at this moment. Everything is just and understood, and it is placed on the table in a grand manner, in front of the eyes of the people of the whole city.

"Zhang Baisheng, go back and give orders, you can start. The silver magician walked up to Fang Ji and gave the order without looking back.

After a few breaths, Xu is Zhang Baisheng ran up to the city tower, and the sound of the ceremonial waiter's "start!" spread throughout the central area of the square under the westerly sun, and for a while, the sound of hammering, quenching, and fanning the stove came and went.

The title of the second game, like the first, is the core component of the chiming clock.

Silver Dust intends to make the core gears first. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the iron ore quickly, threw it all into the furnace, and then shot a black-red shadow from his sleeve as he filled it with coal.

He was too close to the hearth, with a door on the left, the hearth in front of him, and his crouching figure on the right and behind him, so that no one saw his extra movement.

Darkness and fire, combined into a machine, silver dust actually appeared from the shadow of the noon gate, the moment he stepped into the sunny square, to be precise, at the moment when the light and darkness changed, using the ability of Liangyi, the black mist and flames were synthesized in the palm of his hand.

He didn't even choose to use the fire in the hearth to synthesize, for fear that the flames coming out of the top of the stove would suddenly change color and cause others to be alerted.

Darkness and fire, synthetic machinery, precision micro smelting energy control center quickly generated and expanded inside the furnace, as if there was an extra layer of fire control unit in the furnace that breathed fire outward, but the reality was not the case, the control center absorbed the flame heat energy rising from the furnace, but did not meet the conditions for starting, Yinchen stood up and picked up a small box of ointment to increase the temperature of the flame from the square table, not at all like other blacksmiths who scooped it out little by little with a small spoon, and slowly and evenly added it to the furnace, but directly poured a whole box into it。

"Be careful!"

"It's time to blow up the stove!"

The audience almost rose and fell, and at this time, Yinchen clearly heard a sharp ridicule coming from behind him: "Ha! Sure enough, he is just a fool in the pseudo-emperor of the southern country, and he doesn't even understand the most basic common sense of forging! Blow it up! Blow it up!

The old man from the "Final Word" forge sneered while swinging a hammer to strike iron.

However, the flames that had turned into blazing white did not detonate the furnace, because the moment the ointment fell, Yinchen's right hand was already red.

The flame's palm pressed lightly against the blazing white fire, and the burning fingertips adjusted the flame as if turning a knob.

The fireballs, emerging in front of the silver dust, fell into the furnace one by one, the blazing white flames instantly turned purple-red, and a terrifying high temperature exploded, and the small furnace was about to be directly vaporized.

"Purify light energy. The magician's voice was calm but determined, and the purple-red flames suddenly dimmed, turning into pitch-black colors, and purple-red light was extracted from the fire flames and condensed into balls of light in the air.

Silver Dust snapped out a golden light, a cluster of flames, and the light and fire combined into an enchantment, turning into a huge glass ball that enveloped the hearth. The purple-red ball of light was attached to the spherical barrier, like a miniature model of the smelting center in the puppet production line.

At this moment, the energy control unit hidden in the furnace suddenly activated.

Purple balls of light spun rapidly along the inner wall of the enchantment, and purple pillars of light shot out from the balls of light and landed on the iron ore that had already burned red. In the silver-colored sleeve, darkness and light combined in the palm of his hand, bursting into a huge flash, and with a wave of the magician's sleeve, a small, extremely violent whirlwind swirled in the very center of the barrier, blowing the iron ore suspended in the air.

Everything is like the smelting center in the puppet production line. The iron ore is directly turned into a homogeneous liquid, suspended in a spherical barrier, and the power of the storm that the silver dust could not be controlled finely is now like a computer-controlled manipulator, which is extremely fine to remove all impurities, bubbles and cracks from the molten iron.

The uniform and dense liquid condenses into a sphere that emerges in the middle of the enchantment. Silver dust took some ore for "error correction" and threw it directly into the enchantment, the purple light flashed, the ore melted, and the substance that was far harder than pure iron was retained, which was vertically carried by the wind and evenly penetrated into the spherical molten metal.

The bright silver liquid ball boiled slightly, then returned to calm, and the color of the bright silver dimmed considerably, turning a silver-gray like iron. The magician nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand and pressed the void, and the flames, along with the ball of light and the enchantment, turned into a grain of light and dissipated in the air at the same time, and the spherical metal disintegrated in the air, turning into source book castings of various shapes and sizes, falling down with a clatter, filling the hearth.

A storm of light and darkness, although it is a triple burst, cannot be used interchangeably with other magic, and the same is true for machines made of darkness and fire. Silver Dust hesitated for a moment, a golden light erupted from his silver pupils, and countless codes flashed in front of him, and only after two seconds did he reach out and take out the metal castings one by one from the furnace and place them on top of the square table.

He stretched out his hands together with the wide sleeves, and in front of everyone, his hands were transformed into the shape of alien limbs, and a strange silver light emanated from the white silver fingers and claws, and the moment they came into contact with those metal castings, the metal castings seemed to be affected by some superpower, spontaneously extending and deforming, and separating into fine lines.

The silver-colored Holy Light Hundred Splitting Hand split into endless claw shadows at this moment.

As if he was really casting some kind of spell, the magician circled around the square table three times, and in the endless claw shadows, the metal casting seemed to suddenly become a living primitive creature, splitting and deforming on top of the square table, conjuring out a hairspring, a dial, a hands, a pendulum, a case, and a whole bunch of various gears and levers. In the middle of a pile of parts, the core gear lay quietly on the table, gray in color, but incomparably delicate.