Since the opening of the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, there has never been a single demon slaying warrior in the school! Even if it is a college with better conditions and students than the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, it is difficult for a demon slaying warrior to appear!

A ninth-level warrior is a hurdle! If you can break through a tenth-level warrior, then you will become an incomparably powerful demon slaying warrior! Even the city lord of Auckland will not ignore a demon slaying warrior, and if possible, he will even offer extremely generous conditions to recruit and hire him.

Rodriguez has a feeling that perhaps the number one demon slaying warrior in Auckland Magic and Warriors is his most optimistic student Qiang! As long as he persuades the principal who picks the door and takes out the few fighting stones in stock to help Qiangjin, then he will really have a chance to break through and become a demon slaying warrior! So that the entire Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy will no longer be looked down upon!

Rodriguez thought of this possibility, and his face was filled with joy: "The exam is coming soon, and I won't learn anything new in the next day." You usually say that you study very seriously, even if you don't review in class, there should be no problem in the written exam. With all this time wasted, it is better to visit that person's house more often, so as to improve yourself faster. I'll give you special leave, and in the days before the trial, you should stop going to class and go to that person's house every day. ”

Energetic was worried about not having enough time to forge a completely own fighter before the trial, and when he heard Rodriguez's words, he immediately smiled and agreed.

Rodriguez smiled at the energetic figure, and couldn't stop feeling dark in his heart, the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors is about to have its own demon slaying warrior! This time, the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, after two years, may really be qualified to challenge those academies with bloodline warriors.

Ding Ding ...... Bell ...... Ding Ding ...... Bell ......

In the early morning of Franlin Blacksmith's Shop, a series of incessant sounds of striking iron echoed over the backyard of the blacksmith's shop that seemed to be still sleeping.

Franlin rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes and pushed open the door, looking unhappy to see who had not rested well in the morning and came to work so early, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The man with the highest forging skill in the Franlin blacksmith shop at the moment was engrossed in the struggle with a few pieces of iron with the heavy hammer in his hand.

Franlin had never seen Qianjin look so serious, even when he was forging the eighth-level refined iron a few days ago, he had never had such a serious look.

The morning sun was slanting on Qianjin's body, and Franlin suddenly felt a hallucination in his eyes, standing in the courtyard waving and waving not the young Qianjin, but the statue erected in front of the blacksmith's guild, the god craftsman Ovilan!

In an instant, Franlin felt as if he had long since lost his life and death, and appeared in his small blacksmith shop, teaching him what the art of forging was!

"This ......"

Franlin rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked at the forging again, his jaw almost dislocated in surprise, and his mouth opened to the size of an apple.

A red-hot iron embryo, another red-hot iron embryo, and a third...... The fourth block...... Block 10......

The red-hot iron embryos were thrown on the anvil one by one, and then they were struck together by the hammer in the hand of the strong man, and the impurities in the iron embryos were shaken out by the sparks generated by the impact.

Ten iron embryos, if stacked together, are quite a pile of objects. Franlin found that the total volume of the ten iron embryos that had been fused together by the hard forging blow was now a little smaller than one iron embryo.

"This ...... How is this possible?" the muscles in Franlin's face twitched, "That's it...... Even if it was to create a tenth-level refined iron, it would be absolutely impossible to use so many iron embryos and still maintain such a small volume. ”

Qian Jin didn't notice Franlin's presence, all his mental attention was on the iron embryo in front of him, the hot air boiling between the exhalation and inhalation of the iron breathing method, and the strange hammer blow quickly removed the impurities in the iron.

Franlin Blacksmith Shop here, there is no hundred-year-old glacial iron ore as Blacksmith said, and there is not even any slightly high-grade foreign metal, and almost all of them are the most ordinary iron ore.

Since there are no good different metals, let's use these ordinary iron ores to forge a fighting soldier of your own! Energetically determined the goal of forging iron essence all the way, only to find that it was also a very troublesome thing to use these most ordinary iron ores, not even high-grade iron ores, to make iron essence.

100 catties turned into one! After hammering 100 catties of pig iron, the iron essence forged is only one catty! This is not a 100 catties of iron ore forged into a catty of iron, but pig iron after the iron ore has been refined! It can already be used to make hoes, sickles, and even swords, and it can only be exchanged for 100 catties of iron essence.

In just one morning, all the blacksmiths in the Franlin blacksmith shop did not work, and everyone looked at the energy in a daze in shock, they had never seen such a terrible consumption of iron ore, nearly a thousand catties of pig iron were consumed in just one morning!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but had heard such a thing from someone else's mouth, Franlin would have suspected that the other party had not woken up or was bragging, how could anyone in the world be able to turn thousands of catties of pig iron into nearly ten catties of high-grade refined iron? Is this forging iron ore? Or is he eating iron ore?

Francie has always felt that he is tall and strong, and although he is not the first in the blacksmith shop in terms of forging skills, he must have the strongest endurance in striking iron! This pride has disappeared without a trace not long ago.

For a whole morning, he did only a few things, adding coals, pulling the bellows frantically, and then he kept swinging the huge hammer, and then and again, and for a while, and kept going against the pile of iron ore.

The "Eleventh Iron Essence ......" happily put down the newly forged iron essence, reached out to grab the pig iron's five fingers and suddenly grabbed the air, only to find that the pig iron pile next to him had already been completely empty.

"Gone?" looked at the pile of pig iron that was still like a hill in the morning, but now it was completely empty, his brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly remembered that these materials were all used by Franlin Blacksmith to do business, and he only cared about forging a fighting soldier of his own, and unconsciously used up this pile of pig iron.

The energy that came to his senses, looked at the surprised expressions of the people around him, and scratched his head a little embarrassed: "This, accidentally ......"

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