Several warrior students who stayed in the library looked at him with surprised eyes when they heard energetic self-talking, secretly guessing where this was a brainless warrior student who came from? Those Belial demons with bent horns, yellow hair, and a strong body, although they were relatively lazy among the demons, they were still one of the seven major clans of the demons! Which of the demons who could rank among the seven major tribes among the fierce and terrifying demons was not a strong clan? They actually underestimated the Belial demons here? Who do you think you are? Demon slaying warriors?

"Belial, Belial. Qianjin left his seat with some excitement in his heart, he had only seen about the Belial Demon Clan in books before, and he had gone through some life and death battles, but he had never really fought with the Demon Clan, and this time he finally had the opportunity to see the living Demon Clan!

Demon Clan! The ultimate enemy of the warriors of the Zhence Dynasty! A warrior who has not fought with the Demon Clan is not qualified to be called a real warrior in the eyes of many people!

After two years away from the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, he is now like a transparent person, there is no teacher to manage, and no one will come forward to ask, he walked out of the academy gate during class, and the master who guarded the door did not stop him in any way, so he went all the way to Franlin Blacksmith.

"Hello, welcome, what do you need?"

The front of the blacksmith shop, which was a little shabby two years ago, has already been renovated very much like that, and even the employees of the shop have changed into uniform and stood in front of the door very politely to greet them.

Two years have changed a lot, and there will be people who can recognize themselves when they stand in front of the door before, and they are about to speak, when a rough roar in the room sounded like thunder: "Welcome fart! Boy, do you know who he is?

Master: Whether it is the clerk or the guests in the room, they all focus their curious eyes on Qianjin's body, how can such a young person be a master?

If someone else shouted like this, everyone just thought it was a joke, but it was Franlin who shouted this time, the current No. 1 blacksmith in Auckland City, and everyone else called him a master, but today he actually called such a young man a master?

"You're finally here. Franlin grabbed Qian's hand, circled around the store, and shouted to all the clerks: "Do you see clearly? This is Master Qian, you will have to respect him more than me in the future, do you know?"

Under the stunned gaze of the clerks, he felt that his cheeks were a little hot, and hurriedly dragged Franlin to the backyard to make the iron stove.

"Boy, you're pretty early today, don't you need to go to class?"

"I'm going to have something ready and I'm going to need to go out in a few days. ”

"Going out again? This time you won't be missing for two years, right? Well, I'll hire you a team of adventurers to be your bodyguards. ”

"This ...... I still don't need to, I'm also a warrior......"

People listened to the conversation between the two of them walking to the backyard, and looked at each other, hiring a team of adventurers? This is also a lot of money! Even the store manager himself did not protect his surname in this way, how could he spend so much money to protect such a young man? Could it be that he is the descendant of a large force?

"Yo! Energetic is back. ”

"Hah!

"I've been missing for two years, and I've grown a lot taller. ”

The blacksmiths in the backyard of the blacksmith shop are still the same blacksmiths from two years ago, they stopped their work one by one, and hugged them affectionately one after another, without delaying their feelings for each other because of the two years.

"Where have you been in the past two years?"

"Boy, do you know how worried we are about your disappearance in the past two years?"

Looking at the blacksmiths around him, you and I said a word, a warm current of heat surged in my chest, these people have no power, no money, but their feelings are a hundred times, a thousand times more real than those so-called high-ranking people in Luo Lin's house yesterday.

"What are you doing around him?" Franlin pushed and shoved everyone: "Go to work! Hurry up and get to work! He's going out in a few days, don't crowd here to get in the way of his preparations." ”

As soon as everyone heard that the spirit was to prepare for the outing, they immediately dispersed, and vacated the best iron-making furnace for him, and the piles of iron embryos were pushed in front of him by the cart, and all the blacksmiths stepped back, looking expectantly at the energy-beating spirit standing in front of the blacksmith.

Two years ago, in order to forge a horse chopping knife, Qianjin consumed a large amount of blacksmith shop iron embryos, which everyone still remembers vividly, and the sharp and hard kitchen knife is even more amazing.

The unique sound of metal crashing that had disappeared from the blacksmith for two years suddenly sounded again.

Franlin looked at the vigor in the iron in a daze, thinking that he had been practicing the iron striking technique for two years, which should have shortened the technical distance between the two sides, but he didn't expect to know two years later that the energetic iron striking technology had been sublimated to another situation.

In the morning, the two-handed big sword that Shui Lian Ying'er needed was quietly placed on the weapon rack with a dazzling cold light.

Franlin's fingers lightly tapped the blade of the sword, listening to the crisp sound of metal humming, it took less than a morning to complete this ninth-level texture sword from the iron embryo to the forming and then to the opening of such a huge sword body.

Next, all the hard forging was small things, rows of palm-length throwing knives, and shining arrows and arrows.

After the arrowhead forging was completed, Energetic did not rush to install the arrows on various arrowheads, according to the records of Blacksmith's Smithy about weapons, Energetic had a deeper understanding of arrows.

In general, arrows are divided into types, also known as eight arrows, and then subdivided into ninety-eight different types, three-pronged arrows, Daxi arrows, non-buckle arrows, featherless arrows, and so on......

Seeing that he was carefully extinguishing the fire, Franlin smiled and asked, "Why don't you finish the bow and arrows before leaving?"

Qianjin shook his head, there were not enough materials here, and he still needed to ask Fabraidis for help: "There is still something to do, come back another day." ”

Franlin also didn't leave any energy, at this time, the enthusiasm to keep it seemed to be raw, where did his family say that he kept his own people?

"Boy, go early and come back early. ”

"Well, got it. Energetic walked out of the courtyard, suddenly stopped and turned back and said, "By the way, that big sword." If a woman named Shui Lian Ying'er comes, remember to give it to her. ”

"Remembered!" Energetic beckoned back as he walked all the way to Fabredis' home.

At the end of the long street, a young man dressed in the costume of a warrior student of the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors, carrying a wooden stick with a bullet in his hand, blocked the way of the energetic force.

"Are you a good guy?"

Qianjin stopped and nodded, looking at the soldier student in front of him who was blocking his way, the second-grade badge, his body was quite strong, but there were a lot of unconvincing feelings between his eyebrows.

"Why?" the young warrior cadet's eyes looked up and down, "Why? You can represent the academy district in the entrance examination? This position should have been mine!"

Qianjin suddenly laughed clearly, and it took a long time for Rodriguez to post the list of participants in the examination, which caused this very confident fighter student to be very dissatisfied.

"I've been working hard for this day for two years!" The Young Warrior Academy kicked the stick that was pressing the ground with his toes, and the long stick trembled lightly and urgently with both hands: "I heard that you have even spent two years on the trial, why do you take away my quota?"

"It's not impossible to give it to you before. "However, the problem now is that Mr. Rodriguez took out all his net worth to gamble on this entrance examination, and I can't let you destroy his entire net worth." So, kids, I'm sorry. ”

"Little friend?" the young soldier raised his eyebrows, and the disbelief in his eyes turned into anger: "Don't let me?"

Seventh-level fighting strength! Energetic is a little unexpected, no wonder this kid dares to come to the door, this age has this strength is indeed something to be proud of.

The young warrior lifted the long stick in his hand, and his waist and legs drove his body up and down slightly, like a cavalryman riding a war horse under the crotch on the battlefield, his arm shook, and the vanguard hand in front of the stick in both hands became the force point of the attack, and the whole long stick was like a poisonous snake suddenly rushing out of the cave, and the lower abdomen was in a hurry.

With the momentum of the impact, the long stick reached the waist of the dry in the blink of an eye, and the young man even heard the muffled sound of the stick hitting the object in advance.

There was another tsk in the air, the use of the stick was the first vanguard force, this young man's basic skills were also quite solid, if he met him two years ago, he would still need to waste a little effort to pick him up, now?

The long stick rushed to the waist and eye of the strong man, and the pioneer hand of the warrior suddenly exerted a second force, and the front end of the long stick suddenly flicked! The stick was inserted into the side of the strong body, and the length of the tip of the stick was about a foot long, and it slammed!

A little more surprised, the most powerful part of hitting people with a stick is the tip of the stick and a section of the stick within a foot of the tip of the stick. The blow of this stick is more powerful than in other places. Therefore, any point between the tip of the stick and the tip of a section of the stick within a foot of the tip of the stick is called the force point. The enemy and the enemy are fighting, and each wants to use this stick to hit the other.

Bang! The stick was whipped into the waist of the dry man, and the soldier's predicted scream of pain did not come, but the stick that hit the dry force exploded out of thin air with a crushing sound, and countless sawdust floated in the air, and a force exploded along the half of the wooden stick in his palm, and the tiger's mouth tore a little bright red.

How is this possible? The young warrior felt a tingle in his shoulders, and stared blankly at the energy that was walking towards him, which was originally just a tall figure, and he didn't know if it was because of the sunset, or because of the aftermath of the broken stick just now, it became extremely tall, like the troll of the legendary demon clan.

(To be continued)