"Iron casting, you said the swordsmith of the Lin clan?" the old man in green shirt wondered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, I heard that the swordsmith of the Lin clan has recently recruited a group of people to become sword-casting apprentices, once they become sword-casting apprentices, in addition to the fixed five taels of silver per day, they will also pay additional commissions according to the amount of refined iron forged", Xiao Wu looked envious.

"Sword Forger", listening to the familiar words, Demon Hidden Feng's memory suddenly jumped.

Sword Forger, this profession has a pivotal position in the entire Sword Yuan Continent.

From the mortals who did not condense the sword vortex, to the powerhouses who absorbed the sword element, they are all in the sword forge industry.

True to their name, they forged a wide variety of swords by smelting metal.

Among them, the swordsmiths who forged famous swords were not only sought after by the strong, but also the primary targets of the major forces.

"I heard Dongzi say that forging a piece of '100 forged fine iron' can cost 30 taels of silver, and a piece of '1000 forged fine iron' is more than 100 taels of silver," Xiao Wu smacked his tongue.

"With such good conditions, the number of places should be very limited, right?", after seeing the scene of the servants competing for porcupine when receiving the grain, Demon Zangfeng hesitated a little.

"That's for sure, there are only fifty places, and now it is said that there are more than two hundred, among which there are many swordsmen who have cultivated the sword element, and there are still many strong swordsmen in the first and second stages who have cultivated the sword element", Xiao Wudao.

"Then I..."

Hearing him say this, not only did he hide his head, but the old man in the green shirt shook his head, such a good condition is estimated to have been determined by some related people a long time ago, how could it be left to these handymen.

Xiao Wu seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the two, and his teeth were black and white: "This sword-forging apprentice is to be assessed."

"Brother Feng, what do you say is the most important thing for striking iron?"

"Physical strength", hearing him say this, Demon Zangfeng's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Yes, I don't have to think about it, but Brother Feng, you are different, and you are very promising to become a sword-forging apprentice", after seeing the feat of Demon Hidden Feng twice, Xiao Wu had already been amazed by his exaggerated strength.

This time it was the turn of the old man in the green shirt to be a little dazed, what does this have to do with the thin young man in front of him?

However, Xiao Wu's next question made his eyes widen.

"Brother Feng, how long did it take you to walk from the firewood room to the medical hall?"

"Probably, less than half a cup of tea," Demon Zangfeng said with some uncertainty.

"What", the old man in the green shirt exclaimed in surprise, which startled the demon hidden feng.

Hearing Demon Zangfeng's reply, even Xiao Wu, who knew that Demon Zangfeng's strength was not bad, was also surprised.

He thought that Demon Hidden Feng was very fast, but he didn't expect it to be so fast!

Half a cup of tea is about half an hour, and his firewood room is not far from his small courtyard, and from there to the medical hall, it must be at least thirty miles.

However, Demon Zangfeng only used less than half a cup of effort, even if those patrolling sword guards ran the sword yuan with all their might, they wouldn't be able to do it!

Half an hour, thirty miles, you must know that Demon Zangfeng was still holding Lin Yuechan at that time.

"I know, it seems that Brother Feng may really be able to pass this assessment", after being surprised, Xiao Wu said excitedly.

"This, is this true", the old man in the green shirt looked at the thin young man in front of him in disbelief, if this is true, then how much power should be hidden in this small body?

"It's nothing. It's just a bit brute force", Demon Zangfeng twisted his palm embarrassedly, he was a little unaccustomed to being looked at like this.

...

It was getting dark, and there was no choice to let Lin Yuechan stay in the medical hall, and Demon Zangfeng carried her back to the firewood room.

First, because the nursing fee of the medical hall was too expensive, Demon Zangfeng didn't want to cause trouble to Xiao Wu anymore.

Second, with the medicine prescribed by Grandpa Xiao Wu, he will be more at ease if he takes care of Lin Yuechan personally.

"Brother Feng, I'll put the medicine on the table, the method of torment is written in it, tomorrow I'll take you to the swordsmith's place to sign up for a try", Xiao Wu panted and put down a large bag of herbs in his hand.

Hearing this, Demon Zangfeng walked quickly to the door, and said solemnly: "Thank you, I will not forget this kindness." ”

"Brother Feng, where is this, since we are friends, this little favor is nothing, I live in the miscellaneous courtyard in the east, and if there is anything to find me or find my grandfather", Xiao Wu's black and thin face grinned with a mouthful of iconic white teeth.

"Hmm", looking at Xiao Wu who left, a trace of emotion flashed in Demon Zangfeng's heart.

He has nothing worth others to plot at all, so Xiao Wu can spare no effort to help him, which makes Demon Zangfeng moved and deeply remembers this black and thin young man.

"Ahem", listening to the coughing sound coming from the bed, Demon Zangfeng closed the chai door and hurriedly came to Lin Yuechan's side.

"Xiao Feng", after being in a coma for an afternoon, Lin Yuechan finally opened her eyes.

"I'm here", grabbed Lin Yuechan's raised hand, and looked at her sideburns wet with cold sweat, and Demon Zangfeng's heart tingled.

If she hadn't raised it herself, Sister Yuechan wouldn't have been...

"Xiao Feng, my sister is fine", seeing the self-blame of the demon Zangfeng, Lin Yuechan's pale face squeezed out a smile.

Seeing this scene, Demon Zangfeng's heartache was even worse.

No matter what, we must find a way to earn three hundred taels of gold within a month and a half to heal Sister Yuechan's injuries!

"Sister Yuechan, I'll go boil medicine for you, you can rest for a while"

I was busy for a while, and by the time I boiled the potion solution, it was already completely dark.

Careful not to pull Lin Yuechan's backbone, Demon Zangfeng blew a spoonful of cold medicine juice and fed her to drink.

"Xiao Feng, I'm a little tired...", after drinking the medicine, Lin Yuechan closed her eyes.

Seeing Lin Yuechan, whose complexion had improved, fall asleep, Demon Zangfeng silently covered the quilt for her.

Gently wiping away the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, looking at Lin Yuechan's eyelashes that trembled a few times from time to time, Demon Zangfeng felt uncomfortable.

In the final analysis, all this is the reason for his lack of strength, if he had cultivated the Sword Yuan, Ruan Xiaomei would not have come to trouble so unscrupulously, and Lin Xiao would not have designed her child daughter-in-law everywhere.

Secretly clenched my fists, without strength, I can only be stepped on, I can't hide if I want to, with strength, I can make money, I can treat Sister Yuechan's injuries, and let her live a good life!

I want to find a way to make money and improve my strength!

The demon Zangfeng, who was confused in his previous life and had no goal in life, finally felt the reality of being alive clearly at this moment!

Take advantage of the current cultivation of the Immortal Killing Duel, speed up the recovery of the divine soul, and go with Xiao Wu tomorrow to see if you can pass the assessment and become a sword-forging apprentice.

Taking a deep breath, Demon Zangfeng stood by the bed and sat down cross-legged.

In the Mud Pill Palace, the villain whose soul was condensed looked tired, and the light of his whole body was faintly dim.

Suddenly he noticed the blood-red dew in the soul villain, and felt the faint smell of killing coming from it, and Demon Zangfeng recalled the uncontrolled desire to kill at noon.

The body was slightly cold, and as the mind of the demon hidden feng flashed, four small swords shot out, still flying up and down around him as intimatimately as before.

Seeing that there was no abnormality, Demon Zangfeng did not move the blood-red dew for the time being, but controlled the Divine Soul Villain, and quickly played the immortal-killing cultivation handprint.

As the handprint unfolded, a trace of starlight invisible to the naked eye passed through the center of the eyebrows and merged into the soul body under the traction of the demon hidden feng's divine soul.

The originally dim soul villain, nourished by the starlight, gradually regained its vitality.

But it didn't end there, Demon Zangfeng relied on the consciousness of the small sword to split in two, and at the same time controlled his body to make a handprint of Swallowing Yuan Duel.

He actually wanted to use two souls and cultivate the Divine Soul and Sword Yuan at the same time!