The brilliant metal sparks finally stopped, and the blacksmith apprentices in the backyard seemed to have been hit by petrification magic, and stood in place as if looking at the demons and looked at the energy, where did this kid come out? More than a hundred pounds of hammers, he picked up and smashed two hundred hammers in one go, smashing a piece of iron embryo the size of a human head into the size of a baby's fist?

A 100-pound hammer and 200 hammers! In addition to Franlin's ability to do it, even Francy can only smash thirty hammers, and no one else can even use a hammer, a boy who has just entered the door can do it? Moreover, the most ridiculous thing is the identity of this young man, a warrior student of the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors? That academy that can only teach demon slayers, has actually come out of a person who can strike iron? And as soon as it comes out, he is a person who looks as powerful as Franclin's boss? You know, Franlin is a recognized first-class blacksmith in the mainland!

To put it mildly, if Franlin packed up and ran to the demon clan, those demons who eat people and don't spit out bones will also give him enough courtesy, let him open a shop there, and even give him a tax exemption policy, and he will definitely not kill him casually like he treats ordinary humans.

Franlin walked to the anvil lightly, carefully picked up the piece of iron that had been cooled by cold water, and followed Francie behind him with a whistle-like gasp sound, and his palm trembled slightly to touch the piece of iron in Franlin's hand that shone with a strange light.

"Big ...... Eldest brother...... This...... It's ......"

Francie held the small piece of iron in both hands, looked carefully left and right, and finally looked at the dwarf Franlin excitedly, and found that this brother, who was usually very confident, now had an unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"That's right...... It's fine iron ......" Franlin nodded effortlessly: "And...... Or second-class refined iron ......"

In the backyard of the dead blacksmith shop, a series of exclamations were released, and the blacksmith apprentices only had incredible shock in their eyes, and whispered to each other: "Jingtie?

"I heard it! And it's a second-class fine iron!"

"Oh my God! I heard you right? The boss said that any blacksmith who can knock an iron embryo out of first-class fine iron is a real first-class blacksmith! Only a second-level blacksmith can beat an iron embryo out of second-class fine iron! This is a test that must be done in the blacksmith upgrade exam. ”

"The boss has been working for so many years, and he has become a first-class blacksmith after visiting a famous teacher, how old is this kid?

"I mean, boss, you're not mistaken, right? Aren't they a bunch of people who can't do anything but fight?"

"You ask me, how do I know? Even if the big boss is wrong, will the second boss be wrong? Don't forget, the second boss's iron-striking level is not as good as the big boss, but those eyes are poisonous. ”

Energetic put the hammer on the ground, and moved his sore arms again and again, this hundred pounds of hammer, two hundred strokes in one breath will still be tiring.

Franklin grabbed the fine iron in Francie's hand and looked left and right, and once again determined in his heart that this was a piece of second-grade fine iron!

Francie looked at the spirit and shouted in his heart that he had found a treasure, if you want to forge a superior weapon in this world, you must have good raw materials, and how many real treasures are there? After countless years of research by the blacksmith predecessors, he finally discovered his own way of making high-quality materials, that is, tempering!

A piece of ordinary iron embryo, copper embryo or other materials is forged into fine iron and copper essence little by little with a hammer, and it is divided into first, second and third grades according to its different degrees...... The more advanced the refined iron and copper essence, the better the weapon will theoretically be made regardless of the degree of hardness or sharpness.

Usually, because of the rarity of essence materials such as fine iron, many good weapons are made of fine iron only at the blade, and the main body is still ordinary materials, and even then they can be sold at a good price.

When I was in the family before, I had heard about the fine iron, which were all the finest materials that only a real blacksmith could forge!

Energetic suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly shouted in his heart: What is that thing called the [Endless World] virtual game? After being abused in the iron-striking game for sixteen hours, after coming out, it can really be iron-striking! And it is also a second-level fine iron? I have the ability to be a second-level blacksmith? So, if I soak in it every day to make iron, will I be able to become a master craftsman one day? Even if the bloodline warriors see me, they will also respectfully and quietly call me a master?

Franlin came to the front of Qianjin, his heart was somewhat difficult to suppress, and the second-level refined iron in his hand that had already cooled down seemed to be still hot, second-grade refined iron! It was a second-level blacksmith! This young man smashed out a piece of second-grade refined iron in a short period of time, which was much less than the time used in the rumored second-level blacksmith exam, and he was obviously not a second-level blacksmith who had just advanced.

"You...... Really...... A student of the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors?" Franlin asked cautiously, unconsciously changing the title from you to you.

Energetically active, because of the long grip on the hammer, the ten fingers that were a little stiff nodded: "Yes." ”

"That'...... Are you really planning to blacksmith in our shop?" Franlin's attitude became more cautious than before, this second-level blacksmith is fully qualified to easily open his own blacksmith shop in Auckland, this kid won't be here to smash the field, right?

"Shall I come to your blacksmith's shop to embroider?"

"But you're a second-class blacksmith. Franlin looked at the enthusiasm slightly, but with some peeking: "The financial ability of the small shop, I'm afraid it really can't afford your salary, and I'm just a first-class blacksmith." ”

The ecstasy in Franci's eyes also turned into worry, all the blacksmith shops in the whole of Auckland, only the largest hammer blacksmith shop, there is a second-level blacksmith, although his own shop also has some family background, but to hire a second-level blacksmith, I am afraid it will be really difficult.

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