You can hear it from the words of these five rough men.

He should be Jiang Qingyun's division commander or the senior of the refining workshop.

Five thick, refers to the limbs and neck thick, of course, if the neck is not thick, it may be some indescribable thicker.

However, it generally refers to the neck, and no one will be idle and have nothing to do, and the handle will be revealed.

But no matter which person is rough, the general personality is also more manic.

This is due to the self-confidence that comes from being physically strong.

But this five-thick self-confidence hit the iron plate this time.

I only heard Liu Huan "hum", and a spiritual pressure was released.

"This friend, beating people in front of our Seven Star View monks, isn't it a little too inattentive to people?"

The other party's palm is just a cultivation of Qi training.

This kind of strength, in Liu Huan's eyes, is just like that.

He doesn't even need to do anything, just release the spiritual pressure, and he can restrain the other party.

When Liu Huan entered the city, he successively got a message from the monks guarding the gate and Jiang Qingyun.

The Seven Stars seems to be very famous in Jiangcheng.

Even some non-existent "hunting" has come out.

I don't know exactly what the situation is.

But isn't it also reasonable to borrow the prestige of your own teacher?

Liu Huan and Zhang Bing entered the city, indeed with the idea of inquiring about the news.

Liu Huan also has the idea of getting married.

But it doesn't mean that the monks of the Seven Stars can be too kind.

If you let your friends be bullied in front of you and don't defend it, their inexplicable prestige may disappear.

When it's time to show your fist, you have to show your fist.

Jiang Qingyun was closing his eyes tightly, ready to be beaten.

Just as he thought before when he was moved by Liu Huan and Zhang Bing's kindness.

He was in the refining workshop, and he was bullied every day, and he was used to it.

But this time, the slap didn't fall on him.

When he opened his eyes and looked again, he saw five rough men raising their hands, sweating profusely, and their faces were pale.

Maybe in Blue Star, some strong "kindergarten children" can resist the bullying of "elementary school students".

However, in the Dongning Continent, it was extremely easy for a foundation building cultivator to suppress a qi cultivator.

Although there are also occasional "sons of luck" who can cross the ranks and fight back.

But the vast majority of people are not qualified to become the protagonists of the story.

Zhang Bing and Liu Huan's previous suppression of Jiang Qingyun was only a slight warning.

And they are not bad-hearted, although they suspect that Jiang Qingyun wants to touch porcelain, but without confirming it, they still think that the other party is an ordinary person, and they don't work too hard.

But now, Liu Huan already had the intention of fighting for the fame of the Seven Stars, so naturally he didn't keep his hand.

The five rough men, their faces were blue for a while and white for a while, not angry, but suppressed by the spirit.

Jiang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was even more moved, and his good impression of the Seven Stars was greatly increased.

"Brother Liu, let him go."

"Anyway, he's my master in this workshop."

Liu Huan snorted, put away the spiritual pressure, followed Jiang Qingyun, stepped past the five rough men, and walked into the small workshop.

Although he had the intention of making a name for himself, he had no intention of killing.

Teach a lesson, almost done.

The five rough men stumbled before they could barely stand firm.

Greedily breathing in the air that is not usually precious.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly came to his senses.

What are the two Taoist leaders talking about?

Say they're seven-star?

Is it the boiling Seven Stars view that has been spread in Jiangcheng recently?

it! I've met someone from the Seven Stars?!

This is going to be sent!

He hurriedly squeezed out a smile and turned around, trying to please.

But at this time, Zhang Bing and Liu Huan had already followed Jiang Qingyun into the quiet room.

The faces of the five rough men were blue again and white.

This time it's angry.

The refining workshop, as the name suggests, is the workshop of refining.

Generally speaking, they belong to the Guild of Refinery.

As long as it is registered in the guild, it can have the power to open a workshop.

As long as a part of the profit of the profit sharing guild every month is made, it can be opened in the city for a long time, which is equivalent to an iron rice bowl.

The operation of the alchemy workshop is similar.

Shop workshops, you can have your own name.

But generally speaking, only high-level alchemists or refiners are qualified to name their shops.

Jiang Qingyun brought Liu Huan and the others to this small workshop, obviously there is no one.

That is, the refining workshop, in the quiet room, there are naturally more than futons and the like.

There are also forged things such as stoves.

Liu Huan patted the storage bag, summoned the Lower Grade Dao Sword, and handed it to Jiang Qingyun.

"Brother Jiang, if you want to see it, just don't melt it for us."

Of course, this is a joke.

Jiang Qingyun is a mortal, how can he tolerate a Dao sword that can only be controlled by a foundation building monk?

But Jiang Qingyun still nodded solemnly, and carefully took over Liu Huan's Dao sword.

He looked at the sword with the eyes in his eyes, as if he was looking at his beloved.

"Good sword, really good sword!"

"The material should be fine meteorite gold, and the inscription is extremely perfect......"

"The whole is natural, obviously evenly stressed, and I don't know how the forger created it......"

"It's strange, why isn't there a forger named here? Could it be that such a perfect magic weapon is not worthy of pride in his eyes? ”

Jiang Qingyun seemed to be in a state of obsession, no longer paying attention to external objects, and carefully figuring out the lower grade Dao sword.

What he said, Liu Huan and Zhang Bing could understand, but they couldn't understand it.

Zhang Bing was bored when he heard this, and asked.

"Brother Jiang, you just said that that person is your master in this workshop? How many masters do you have? ”

Jiang Qingyun pondered the Dao Sword with deep concentration, his eyes seemed to be glued to it, and he subconsciously replied.

"Originally, I had a spiritual root and could become an official member of the Refining Guild, but my qualifications are very strange, called Luo Yuhuo Burning Body, and the Water and Fire Spiritual Root is outstanding."

"But the two elements of water and fire, after all, are incompatible, if I can't balance the water, fire and aura that is absorbed into the body, I will scatter my power at the lightest, and my cultivation will be useless, and at worst, I will explode and die......

"The physician of the Refining Guild said that I can only practice by eating the Purifying Pill, or the Heavenly and Earth Treasures that can increase the spiritual root, and making up for the other few lines......

"But the marrow washing pill, the treasure of heaven and earth, how rare and valuable...... So, I was sent to the workshop to work part-time to earn spirit stones......"

"But my physique has also affected my forging, forging needs to control fire, but I can't balance water and fire, and the things that are forged, even if they are ordinary rakes, are all defective products, plus I am difficult to cultivate, and after a long time, I will be bullied if I am seen to be fine."

"So, I'm always disgusted by the workshop, kicked out, and then assigned by the Refining Guild to other workshops, and so on."

When Zhang Bing heard this, he couldn't help but feel complicated.

Although he was an inferior spirit root at the beginning, his qualifications may be far inferior to the other party.

But it was not as difficult as Jiang Qingyun, and the pain of not being able to cultivate.

Thinking that when Fang had just entered, the man casually scolded Jiang Qingyun, Zhang Bing couldn't help asking.

"Brother Jiang, in that case, why are you obsessed with the refining workshop? Maybe in another place, you won't suffer this humiliation. ”

Jiang Qingyun looked at the Dao Sword in front of him and muttered.

"I love forging, and I feel very happy to make weapons, magic weapons, and even broken farm tools with my own hands......"

"I dream that in the future, one day, I can become the leading forging master in the Dongning Continent, and all magic weapons engraved with my name will be sought after by cultivators in the entire continent."

Liu Huan sighed.

"The master said that only dreams cannot be disappointed."

While they were talking, suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

It was someone banging violently on the door of the ashram.