It has to be said that although Miles is a waste, he has a clear understanding of the strength of the Blacksmiths Association.

All the powerhouses who have reached the level of the Soul Emperor have been marked down by Miles, and their appearances, personal habits, and frequent places have been recorded and made into a file for Si Ren to see.

But Si Ren suspected that Miles was just afraid of provoking these people, and he couldn't beat them.

Without the intention to waste time with Miles, Si Ren hastily went through it, confirmed that there was nothing worth noting, and set off again, heading to the association headquarters non-stop.

The Blacksmith Guild is located in the central area of Gengxin City, it is a thirty or fifty-meter-high building, covering an extremely wide area, and it is the well-deserved core of Gengxin City.

Directly above the building hangs a dark iron plaque with no words on it, only two raised motifs - a hammer and a chisel.

Si Ren narrowed his eyes, looked at the overlapping patterns, and touched his chin.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, is there anything wrong with this iron plaque?" Miles immediately asked.

"Oh, I'm thinking about what it would be like for me to take over the Blacksmith Guild and replace that chisel with my Martial Spirit Scythe." Si Ren shook his head: "I'm afraid it will attract the River Crab Divine Beast, so forget it." ”

There is no ornate decoration in this building, there is not even a guard at the gate, the gate is just open for people to enter and exit, and the flow of people is endless.

But where Si Ren, or rather Miles stopped, his highly recognizable face, as well as his clothes from the Martial Spirit Palace, directly isolated the crowd.

Those who want to do things decide to wait before going in, and those who are done decide to wait before coming out.

Si Ren quickly noticed this, glanced at Miles and said, "You have a good reputation, huh?" What a murderous name! ”

"They are just afraid of the power of the Martial Spirit Palace, just like mortals are afraid of the Soul Master" Miles sneered and changed the subject: "Your Highness the Holy Son, don't look at it, this is always quite high, in fact, there are only five floors. ”

"The first layer is the ordinary trading area, which is all ordinary goods and is not worth mentioning; The second layer is the advanced trading area, where all the rare metals are traded, which is worth a high look; The third layer is the blacksmith registration assessment area, which specializes in the blacksmith level assessment.

"Aside from the first three layers, the last two layers are the most important. The fourth floor is the VIP area, which is also an auction area, which is not open to the public on weekdays, and only some particularly precious and rare cast items will be auctioned on the fourth floor on a regular basis. ”

"And the fifth floor is the office area of the blacksmith association, and the president is tall on weekdays, and he works on the fifth floor."

"The auction was just held two days ago, and it won't be held again in the near future, if His Highness the Holy Son is interested, he can also take a stroll on the first two floors."

Si Ren originally thought that he didn't have to "carry" the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, and he couldn't pick up the leak, so it was better to go directly to Lou Gao.

But Si Ren thought about it again, he had the gold of the soul!

Our company really doesn't know the goods, but the gold of the soul knows the goods!

If you encounter any ore, just cut off a little scrap and poke it with the gold of the living to see how long the ore can last.

Thinking of this, Si Ren took a big step and stepped into the crowded trading market.

After a few glances, the left side was full of finished products, armor and weapons, and the right side was mostly metal, and the people who came and went were all vendors from all over the world.

Si Ren stopped and stopped all the way, just looking at it but not buying, and also touched it randomly, sorting all kinds of commodities and corners, causing a group of vendors to complain, but they didn't dare to say it.

"Your Highness, the price of the goods of this blacksmith association is certainly a little higher than that outside, but there is also a reason - all the items in it have been identified and classified by special personnel, and the price will not exceed the value too much, so as not to pit foreign merchants, but there will be no value-for-money existence, if you want to 'pick up the leak', I am afraid you have to go to those blacksmith shops outside."

Just as Si Ren finally found a piece of metal that seemed to have a great background, a voice also came from behind him.

Si Ren ignored it, but just took it into his hand and observed it carefully.

It is a gray-looking piece of metal, with a flat "plate" as a whole, not a small area, but only about two fingers thick.

The seller didn't notice the strangeness in it, but simply used it as a "mat".

Seeing Si Ren's attitude, Miles immediately felt that the opportunity to show his performance had come, and immediately showed an arrogant and domineering face and said: "Silong, you also know that this is His Royal Highness the Holy Son, what His Highness the Holy Son wants to do, you are also worthy of guidance?" ”

The man known as Si Long's face sank, but he didn't dare to say no, so he could only say flatteringly: "I just don't want His Highness the Holy Son to waste precious time!" ”

"How much does this board cost?" Si Ren asked the seller.

"If His Highness the Holy Son likes it, just take it, anyway, it's just a metal pad, and it's good to change it if you don't have it." The seller was a little confused, but he knew that he just had to smile.

Si Ren nodded, and then looked at Miles.

Miles was slightly stunned, and immediately threw Silong aside, took out ten golden soul coins from the storage soul guide, and threw them to the seller, his tone was quite bold: "Reward!" ”

"This ......" The seller looked at Silong with a pleading look, ten gold soul coins can buy ten kilograms of iron essence, and buying a mat at such a price is definitely against the rules of the association.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is bold, you can take what you are rewarded!" Silong comforted the seller, looking at the finger-length "chisel" in Si Ren's hand, feeling a little strange.

"What is this?" Silong wanted to come up, but was blocked by Miles, so he could only give up and stretched his neck far away.

Si Ren didn't answer what he meant, just put the "mat" back on the platform and stretched out his hand: "Your name is Silong?" A disciple of the tall building? Let's take a look at what this metal is. ”

Silong was stunned, and it was only at this moment that he really took a closer look at the dusty stone.

Although he didn't feel anything special, there was a lot of meaning in Si Ren's words, and while Silong felt humiliated, his face became serious.

Slowly raising his right hand, a golden point of light lit up from Si Long's palm, and then a small pure golden chisel appeared, which was his martial soul vajra chisel.

One white, two yellow, three purple, and one black, the seven soul rings floated quietly around the small chisel, and Si Renzhi frowned.

If you want to say that Silong has no talent, he can cultivate to the soul saint realm, if you want to say that Silong is very talented, these seven soul rings are really blind to his talent.

But as soon as the martial soul came out, Silong was completely immersed in his own domain, not caring about the opinions of others at all, and the diamond chisel in his hand lightly touched the surface of the stone.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, I saw that the place where it was pointed suddenly flashed a trace of silver brilliance, and when Silong lifted the diamond chisel, it immediately returned to normal.

"Huh?" Si Long's eyes were puzzled, and he clanked for a while, fiddling for a long time, and finally scratched his head in embarrassment: "What kind of metal is this, I really haven't seen it, I just know that it is indeed extraordinary." ”

"What about the disciple of the Divine Craftsman? Isn't there a shame? Si Ren said with a flat face.

"......" Silong clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only say in a deep voice: "Then does His Highness the Holy Son know the origin of this piece of metal?" ”

"How do I know?" Si Ren sneered: "I'm not a blacksmith!" ”

The schedule has collapsed again, and the update time has also pulled the crotch, so I'll try to adjust it, alas

(End of chapter)