The invigilators of the Ministry of Engineering really saw that the gears made of silver dust were not normal gears at all, but herringbone gears.

Every tooth on the gear is skewed and has a stiff corner. At this time, a Gongbu Langzhong came over and asked him softly: "My lord, your gear teeth are deviated."

"It's called a herringbone gear, and the basic function is the same as that of a normal gear, but it reduces noise and increases accuracy, which is incomparable to ordinary gears. Yinchen took out two small gears, put them together, and let the Ministry of Industry Langzhong see: "You see, such gears are much more precise than ordinary goods, they are fit type bites, and ordinary gears are impactful heart occlusions, and the noise and wear degree are much more than this kind of tooth...... You also know that the grade of the god soldier is actually the quality and service life, ten years of middle grade, one hundred years of top grade, if you want to do a hundred years of reliability, it is not only good materials can be solved, some design that reduces wear, reduces gaps, and increases stiffness is essential. Silver Dust said, casually unleashing a dark magic in his sleeve, raising his sleeve, and a purple light similar to arcane light shot out, forming several words in the air. The magician glanced up and muttered, "It's been a third of the time, is the rest of the time enough?"

He doesn't seem to have much confidence in this game?

Behind him, the "final word" of the old man, who listened to his muttering at this time, let out a sneer full of mockery, and then let out a half-uncontrollable moan of pain from his throat. At this time, in the furnace in front of the old man, the fire was fierce, thriving, and high-spirited, but the iron ore that was still forging and melting was as soft as thin mud. The old man is not a powerful forger after all, and he doesn't have a good grasp of the fire, because of a small mistake, he smelted the Shuofeng iron that was about to take shape into soft iron, and as a last resort, he could only learn some methods from silver dust, while pretending to fill some ointment into the flames, while taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, a section of infected steel source was flicked into the soft iron.

When the infected steel source was heated by the flame, the old man trembled slightly in pain, and it felt like he was grilling his intestines with fire.

His clump of scrapped soft iron slowly turned red, not a heated orange-red, but a copper-like reflective red.

The soft iron of the furnace was finally completely softened and turned into a high-quality red liquid, and the old forger did not dare to delay, so he hurriedly packed the mass of liquid into a heavier container issued by the official and cast it into a blank, and then picked up the most important gear and forged it repeatedly. Every time he fell, it was as if he had been hit hard, and his body shook, and every blow made his short and fat body tremble like a leaf in the wind.

The old man endured severe pain, and it took half an hour to finish the gears, and he scribbled all the other workpieces, and then prepared to assemble them so-so. At this time, the core gear in his hand, although there are no herringbone teeth, is also very delicate, the teeth are well-proportioned, the shape is round, integrated, without the slightest flaw, and it also flashes with a strange red copper reflection, while the other parts of the workpiece, including the hairspring, the dial, the hands, the hammer and the transmission mechanism, all exude the normal luster of soft iron. The old man picked up the hammer and hammered on these inferior workpieces, or rebuilt them in the furnace, or filed them, and his hands gradually turned into hand shadows flying up and down, both fast and accurate, obviously compared with the ordinary contestants nearby, his technical strength was more than one level higher.

When processing ordinary castings, his body no longer trembled, a pair of thick hands were as stable as a mountain, swift as thunder, and the moment the hammer was raised, even a monochrome halo was emitted on the ordinary forging hammer.

"Is that the spiritual light?" On the castle tower, the old forger frowned slightly, at this time, if he couldn't see that the old man was suspected of cheating, he wouldn't be the former chief forging master of the Southern Kingdom.

"Spiritual light", the unique symbol of the forger of the spirit weapon and above, when forging, the tool will be dark because of the flow of vitality, emitting a monochromatic light. The mysterious artifact is a two-color aura, the light vessel is a three-color aura, and the holy artifact is a terrifying multicolored holy light, a subordinate artifact, and a seven-colored divine light.

The aura does not appear from time to time, and it has a great deal of chance, but once it is seen, it will completely expose the level of the blacksmith. The old forger saw the old man's aura, and was shocked, knowing that this guy was at least a "Tian Ji horse race" like a thief, and participated in the treasure weapon dao competition as a dignified spirit weapon forger.

This is a foul, the old blacksmith thought about it, and turned to Jasven, the squire of the criminal department.

On the field, it took the old man less than ten minutes to process all the remaining parts and assemble them in a hurry, and the sunlight, which was gradually turning red, told him that he really didn't have much time.

Ahead of him, the magician's work had just been completed, and it had taken him half an hour to complete the simplest step of the forging assembly.

It was really a refined assembly, the position of a lever had to be taken care of for a long time, not to mention the herringbone gears that had to be tightly fitted, and even air could not be left in the middle, after the precision assembly, Silver Dust stretched out his hand and directly used the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claw to engrave his name on the shell: Artregayam Silver Dust.

"It's time!" When the voice of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites sounded, the old man at table 400 really dropped the final hammer, carved his name completely on the shell, and then let go, letting the automatic treasure lie quietly on the square table.

At the same moment, Silver Dust gently closed the door of the hearth with his foot.

......

"Four hundred, Liang Bingliang, one hammer final sound workshop, eight hundred and thirty-two other instruments, high-grade treasures!" As the fair voice of the old forging master resounded through the arena, the crowd gathered in the noon gate square let out a burst of warm cheers and cheers. The old man who remained at the workstation stood with his hands in his hands satisfied, closed his eyes, and carefully enjoyed the glory of this moment. At the same time, the knee of the left leg also trembled slightly from time to time. For the sake of this high-grade treasure, he sacrificed a part of the infected steel source, and the price he paid was not small!

However, he personally created the top grade, and he also knew how the top grade treasure felt and what the texture was, except that he had not yet controlled the heat, everything was not a problem, he had no big deal to go back to the cultivation for a year and a half, and really remember that kind of mysterious feeling, when he came out of the mountain again, it was a genuine top grade forging master.

Top-grade forgers, even if they only have the ability to build spiritual weapons, can live better than the forgers in Blacksmith Street in Pershing City, that is the real reputation and strength, not the so-called forging that can be killed by relying on the so-called "knowledge reserves" and "strange skills".

"Maybe that kid is really a mystical forger, but it's a pity that he can only create a lower grade hum, such a person can also be reused by that faint king, it can be seen that the southern country eats jujube pills (sooner or later, it will be finished). The old man thought wishful thinking, his thoughts were clear, and the depression in his lungs seemed to be much more relaxed. At this moment, as the victor, as the person with the highest forging achievement so far in this Iron Mountain Conference, he enjoyed the glory of the emperor's triumph, enjoyed the praise and praise that the victor should have, and enjoyed the envy, jealousy and hatred of the contestants around him, and looked up cautiously.

However, his glory did not last for three minutes, and before the bayberry in his heart had finished exhaling, he was beaten to heaven and fell into hell.

Objectively speaking, he is still in heaven, but compared to the higher heavens, he has become hell here. "Without contrast, there is no harm.

"Four hundred and one, Grand Master Artregayam Silver Dust, the Imperial Decree God made Guangtianfang, twenty-one thousand one hundred and thirty-eight, super treasures! To be able to work with the gods for a day, to sit at the same table, to be able to taste the same utensils, and even at the end of the Iron Mountain Conference, to be able to compete in the same field, even if it will be crushed to the point that there is no scum left, it is still an honor, a glory that can boast for several lifetimes!

The moment the old forger's words just fell, half of the four hundred people in the meeting hall fell to their knees.

Two hundred and twenty thousand, etc.!

A treasure trophie!

This kind of god can't help but make friends accidentally! Even if he only confides a few words of guidance in the future, he may be able to save himself dozens of hundreds of years! At this moment, a pin drop suddenly could be heard in the square, and everyone, all the creatures that could still be called humans, froze, as if they had collectively been sealed by the Great Seal. Everyone's movements froze in mid-air, and it took three seconds, that is, a breath of time, before the most fiery cheers erupted.

The cheers were like a landslide like a tsunami, and the shaking caused dust to fall on the surrounding buildings like smoke and fog, and it was also a pity that these people were in the open square at this time, if they were in some building, this cheer would have to cause a collapse.

The cheers were enough to drown out the screams of the cheaters struggling on the bronze pillars.

The cheering continued for a long time, almost until the sun was about to set and the light was slowly dimming, but the excitement still floated over the city, and it never dissipated. When the cheers slowly subsided, a roar of jealousy, resentment, and doubt exploded as the crowd dispersed.

"The old man is not convinced!"

The old man's roar exploded, but it was only exchanged for a laugh of shame.

"What are you not convinced?" the magician turned his back to him, and his tone was indifferent: "Is your iron ready, and what kind of material have you forged?"

The magician's words were like an ice sword piercing his heart, and the old man's body trembled slightly, his face flushed, but he couldn't open his mouth to argue. It is true that the Soul Exterminating Steel Source can deceive the Feng Shui Silence Technique, but it can't withstand more refined testing, and the so-called being a thief is probably how he feels now.

However, although the old man in the "final word" forge had average skills, he had a lot of crooked thoughts, and when he encountered this embarrassing situation, he quickly grasped the crux of the problem and fought back: "You also said that the old man! You kid is afraid that he has also used unsavory means! Two hundred and one thousand, hahaha! He simply laughed off other people's big teeth! There is a limit to lying! You kid, can't you even master the minimum degree? You can get three or five thousand and so on, two hundred and fifty thousand, etc., who do you think will believe it?!"

"Could anyone else have deceived the feng shui silence technique?" Before the magician could answer, someone next to him questioned: "Our empire's feng shui silence technique was inherited from the previous emperor's previous emperor! After a hundred years, can there still be mistakes? Not to mention that who else in this world dares to commit the crime of bullying the king? Or is it when the White Dragon List is so important?"

"What's wrong with the emperor? If you really have an iron heart to sell your reputation and reputation, do you still care about this?! Everyone, the old man still implores this kid's works to be checked and inspected, 210,000 and so on!"

"I admit that I used Ke Jungang. Yinchen said indifferently: "I don't know if any of you have cultivated such a divine skill as the "Eye of Subtlety" and can see the microstructure of wrought iron. The iron in the eyes of ordinary people is a whole piece, but in fact, at the microscopic level that is invisible to the naked eye, above the wrought iron, there are many subtle cracks, lines, cavitations, these things, can only rely on the feel to explore, to eliminate, and a more subtle layer, is the structure of pearlite, ferrite, carbon, we all know that the so-called steel, is the combination of iron and charcoal, and how to combine iron and charcoal, whether it forms martensite, or bainite, or what other microstructure, how to combine with each other such microstructures as ferrite, carbonite, and pearlite, constitute a whole piece of iron, these, are the key factors that lead to the wide variety of properties of steel. In the process of refining, various alloys, materials, and temperatures are ever-changing, so the steel produced is also very different. The one I made, the hairspring uses the highest ductile strength, and the yield strength is average, and the gear uses very low ductile strength, plasticity, resilience is almost none, but the yield strength is extremely high, plus herringbone gears, precision assembly, to create an amazing level of divine soldiers, it is not surprising, if you seriously talk about it, the light device sent to the emperor, the quality can be more than one million, not unusual at all......"

"Everyone, forging a piece, quality first, rank second, in fact, is because, when low-level things can be created with high quality, high-level divine soldiers, it is possible to become a weapon!

"I see!"

"Ke Jungang, I think it's the inheritance of the ancient forging god Ke Jun, so envious!"

"Seek quality first, and then seek rank, that's a good point!"

"No wonder I can't beat the mysterious weapon! It turns out that I have to pass the level of the high-grade spirit weapon first!"

"Taught, taught!"

"Sure enough, it is worthy of God's creation, and the exit is extraordinary!"