The cave returned to its usual quietness, Biluo continued her meditation, and Qianjin also put on her hat and 'slept' over, leaving Shuilian Ying'er staring blankly at Qianjin, and those conversations not long ago echoed in her mind.

"No one gave up on you, it was you who gave up on yourself...... "Shui Lian Ying'er muttered to herself, thinking back to everything when she embarked on the path of a warrior: "I gave up on myself first? What kind of past does this young man have? How can he say such a thing at his age?"

The early morning in the village was full of life, and before he had reached the door of Black's blacksmith shop, he heard a cacophony of sounds in this small courtyard, which had always been quiet.

"Blake, hasn't that kid yet created his own weapon, and you're not going to play tricks on us for the sake of keeping an apprentice for your own sake, right?"

"I think it's like this, you must not want to give us the apprentice, so you deliberately didn't let him forge weapons. ”

A rugged bass mixed with a crisp soprano turns Black's blacksmith into a raucous wet market.

Energetic still remembers these two voices that are not too familiar, the fat pharmacist Adams, who is like a strong bear and has a beard, and the unkempt middle-aged woman mysterious apothecary Olara.

Pushing open the empty courtyard door, the creak of the door panel connection drew the attention of the two pharmacists who were looking for Blake's client.

"Boy, you're finally here!" Adams's sturdy body was like a fly, and he threw it in front of him in a few big steps, and his big hands with a lot of fluff on the backs of his hands patted him on the shoulder: "Go, go, go, go, go with me today to learn the great potion ......"

Olara no longer blocked Blake's way, and ran to the door with a broken step, intercepting the energy that was about to be pushed away by Adams, and said: "If the potion is great, the mysterious potion is the greatest!

Adams widened his eyes like brass bells, and took advantage of his tall body to look at Olara oppressively: "What kind of poison is your poison that kills people more than it saves people? Learn potions today!"

"Hmph!" Eulara stiffened his waist suddenly, and only then did he realize that this unkempt mysterious pharmacist had an indescribably good figure, not tall, but his figure was uneven and undulating: "Your medicine is good, and if you have an ordinary disease, it is not good to take so many medicines, but let the sick people eat the medicine as a meal." ”

"You ......"

"Shut up. Blake's cigarette stick stuck between the two brawlers, separating the two pairs of eyes that almost collided with Mars.

"After twelve hours, he will go to the mystery pharmacy first, and then to the pharmacy three hours later. Blake waved his hand and said to the two men who were arguing loudly and could do it at any moment, "You can go now." ”

The two pharmacists from different fields stared at each other blankly for a few seconds, and then looked at the thousand-pound hammer that Blake was carrying in his other hand, and the last trace of opposition in his pupils disappeared.

"Good ......"

The two of them vaguely agreed, looked at the energy reluctantly, and walked out of the courtyard of the blacksmith shop step by step.

Energetic took the opportunity to take a closer look at the old blacksmith Black, those two pharmacists are also demon slaying warrior-level people, and they don't even have the idea of resisting this old blacksmith, I'm afraid it's not just because of his high prestige, right? It is likely that this old blacksmith is not only good at striking iron, but also very powerful when he really fights, right?

"Pick up where you left off for ten hours. Blake returned to the corner behind the door, leaning back into his cigarette stick, and it was hard to associate him with a great person: "For the next two hours, go read the book you want to read." ”

When I was a child, I was used to reading books in the Qianjia library, so if I didn't look at the professional iron-striking books in a room, I always felt like hundreds of monkeys scratching and scratching in my body.

Taking a deep breath, the rotation of the fighting qi of one hundred and eight bucket tricks has been raised to the limit of one minute, sixty turns, and ten revolutions! The hammer in his hand suddenly clenched hard, and his right foot was slightly raised and stepped on! The burning charcoal in the furnace shook together, and the power of Wanying had already changed his energy to another position!

Blake's half-squinted eyes lit up, and the half-dead tobacco in the smoke pot also burned greatly at this moment, blooming with a red glow that had never been seen before.

The second hammer of the eighteen hammers of the ascending front smashed heavily on the iron embryo, squeezing out a brilliant red fire, and using the force of the shock to move in the next direction for the second time.

"Stop!" Blake raised his hand and said, "You are not allowed to use your fighting energy, nor can you use the iron breathing method." You can use it when you are physically exhausted......"

Bang...... Without the assistance of Dou Qi, Qianjin's strong body still couldn't really complete the movement of [Ten Thousand Shadows], and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"Can it really be done without Dou Qi?" Qian Jin shook his head and sighed a little suspiciously, remembering that when Blake was performing [Ten Thousand Shadows], he really didn't feel the help of his use of Dou Qi or the Iron Breathing Method.

"If you can do it, I can do it. When he fell down just now, he stood up with the dust on his face: "It's just a big deal to fall some more." ”

Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... In the courtyard of the small blacksmith shop, more and more dust was splashed up, and although the Fengyun stone body ensured that the body could not feel the pain of the collision, it still could not eliminate the soreness caused by fatigue, and the sweat did not know when it had soaked the clothes on the body.

Blake leaned against the door as if he was asleep, his pupils flashing with a very faint satisfaction, it didn't matter how fast he progressed, what really mattered was persistence.

Ten hours...... Lying on the ground in a big shape, panting violently, he cast an admiring gaze at Uncle Black not far away, no matter how his strength improves, the training of this old blacksmith uncle can always squeeze the last trace of strength in his body, fighting energy, and the heat of the iron breathing method.

After resting for a while, he staggered to the hot spring to recover his strength for a while, although the fighting spirit of the three battles of demon subjugation and the power of the iron breathing method could not be recovered, the brute strength of the body and the tired spirit returned to the peak state.

Books and books ran quickly into the small hut full of iron-striking works, and looked hungrily at Blake's works: "Basic Analysis of Forging (1)"

No matter what the discipline is, not only practice is sufficient, but also the corresponding theoretical knowledge, especially the different casting techniques, the different metal combinations, and the ways of exerting force in different weapon positions, are only recorded in these books, and Uncle Black never speaks of them.

As for the Zhence Dynasty, records of forging techniques similar to this kind also belong to the secret category, and usually only a few people are qualified to read them, and their secrecy is not inferior to the secrecy of the Douqi Secret Method.

Blake looked through the crack in the door, and the appreciation in his eyes grew, a blacksmith who only knew how to bury his head in iron, would always be just a blacksmith, and could not become a master blacksmith, or even a god craftsman!

The more I look at it, the more I feel the weight of the book in my hand, the hard work condensed in this thin book, more than a million pounds and thousands of pounds, a lot of experience when striking iron, you can see the shadow in this book, and many records are to point out the places that they did not expect, and even some small mistakes can be corrected when reading the book.

If the Dou Qi Secret Method is the secret treasure of a warrior, then these writings of Blake are a secret treasure for any blacksmith, even a treasure! Compared with the various Dou Qi secret methods of the Zhence Dynasty, there is a relative lack of books on forging this area.

Two hours is not even a flick of the fingers for the enthusiasm of the book.

"It's a pity that I can't take it out......" Qianjin shook his head and sighed, carefully putting "Basic Analysis of Forging (1)" back to its original position, and placing a piece of sawdust in the position of the number of pages he saw as a bookmark.

Mysterious apothecary, it's not the first time I've been here.

Last time, I came here once to buy the kind of powder that can be put in water to quickly restore physical strength.

God knows if there will be an explosion in the room with the front foot and an explosion even more terrible than the magic forbidden spell in the back foot room? Send yourself back to the stars? In the history of the mysterious apothecary, there are many rumors about the death of the demon slayer because of the experimental explosion.

One hundred and eight fighting spirits were spinning at a high speed of sixty and ten revolutions per minute, and they stepped into the [Orala Mysterious Pharmacy] with one foot, making a vigilance that they could turn around and flee at any time when they saw that the situation was wrong.

As with the previous two visits, Olara was wearing a large red apron and was busy around the pile of test tubes that contained different strange potions, mixing the two different liquids from time to time, making the already boiling liquid even more boiling, as if it could explode at any moment.

"Coming?" Orala looked up and put down the test tube in his hand and beckoned to Qiang, "Come here." ”

Energetic followed Olara all the way to the courtyard behind the shop, passing those boiling test tubes along the way, maintaining 120,000 points of vigilance.

Eulara walked very fast, and without looking at what was under her feet, she stepped on the neck of a purple flower branch, and heard a shrill soprano scream from the plant.

As if she hadn't heard, Olara continued to walk, and as soon as the soles of her shoes left the purple flowers, the screams of the plants stopped.

(To be continued)