Chapter 153: Show off your skills again

A storm had just hit Shengjing, and the sun poked its head out of the clouds, and a gorgeous rainbow rose from the northern God of War Mountains.

As the wind and rain just passed, the noisy city became much quieter, and the water on many streets did not fade, and pedestrians had to walk on tiptoe, only some carriages with noble emblems rushed by unscrupulously, regardless of whether the sewage splashed from the wheels would touch the passers-by.

After walking on the crowded and narrow street for half an hour and asking three passers-by in a row, Han Fei found Han Ji Wushu on a relatively prosperous street.

In front of the martial arts shop, a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth shirt was directing two friends to renovate the storefront. The storm overturned many tiles on the eaves, and even the sign was blown away and fell into two pieces. A strong man with a blacksmith looked like a frown, thinking about how to repair it.

"Uncle!" Han Fei greeted.

The middle-aged man turned his head when he heard the voice. When he saw that it was Han Fei, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Fei'er, why did you come here?"

This middle-aged man is Han Fei's uncle Han Chengye. It's okay to call him the clan uncle in his actual seniority, but obviously he doesn't have an uncle to be closer.

Two days ago, Han Fei visited the Han General Mansion and not only rescued the Han family from a crisis, but also left a large amount of money before leaving. For the Han family, it was not just a timely help. Except for the Han Zhuo who was lying on the bed, no one in the Han family was extremely grateful to Han Fei and lamented that Meili had given birth to a good son.

"I'll see you and visit the martial arts shop by the way..." Han Fei said with a smile.

This Hanji Wushu shop is one of the most important sources of income for the Han family in Shengjing. Most of the industries left behind by the Han family's evacuation from Shengjing were taken away or buried. So far, there is basically nothing left. Even the area of ​​the Zong Mansion is less than one-tenth of the original, which shows the bleak situation.

The most important industry is just a very ordinary store, with a sales counter in front and a blacksmith's workshop behind. It looks worse than Han Fei's martial arts shop in Xishui City.

But it was precisely because of this martial arts shop that the Shengjing Han family was able to hold on with difficulty.

Han Fei's uncle, Han Chengye, is forty years old this year. He is a second-level low-level founder. He has gained a firm foothold on this street with good skills and a group of blacksmith apprentices.

From Mr. Han's vague and guilty words, Han Fei knew that Han Chengye liked his mother Han Meili very much back then, but when Han Meili chose Han Mutian, he did not complain at all, but instead tried his best to prepare a dowry for Han Meili.

Later, he opened a Wushu on this Yuehe Street. He has been diligently operating the Wushu to maintain the family business for twenty years, and is still single.

"Well, what's the best thing about a tattered shop..." Han Chengye smiled and said, "You sit down first. When my uncle finishes his work here, I will take you to the mutton shop next to you for roasted mutton. You will never forget it after you have eaten it!"

"Uncle, I'm here to see your shop this time and want to borrow your place to make something!" Han Fei said with a smile.

"Catch something? OK, let's go in and talk." Han Chengye couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and turned to the big man next to him who was competing with the broken sign and shouted: "Nobita, come in together."

"Come on, master..." The big man smiled silly, threw down his sign and entered the martial arts shop with Han Chengye.

The Wupu Workshop is quite simple and messy, with ore materials scattered all over the ground, but the area is still quite large. There is a smelting furnace on the left and two forging furnaces on the right. There are blazing flames rising in the furnace, and there are no good ventilation facilities, so the air inside is turbid and temperature is very high. If you stay for a while, you will sweat profusely.

Several naked blacksmiths were busy smelting ore and making iron tools. The wall next to them was neatly stacked with built-in weapons and daily necessities, and the business looked pretty good.

"Fei'er, the environment here is not very good. Let me tell me what you want to fight!" Han Chengye said with a little shame: "There is no problem for ordinary weapons. I can only shoot bronze-level spiritual weapons, and the quality is just average..."

"Uncle, you may not know that I have learned to build weapons in Xishui before..." Han Fei said with a smile, and at the same time took off his warrior suit, revealing his extremely strong muscles.

"Are you still a creator?" Han Chengye opened his eyes incredibly. He knew that Han Fei was a high-level warrior, but he never expected that Han Fei was still a creator. How old is he?

Han Fei nodded, stood in front of the forging furnace in front, skillfully lifted the hammer and weighed it, grabbed the iron pliers with his left hand and grabbed a large piece of pig iron and put it in the fire to heat it.

Experts can tell if there is anything at all. Han Fei's skillful actions made Han Chengye's eyes lit up and he immediately stood beside him to see what kind of skills his nephew had hidden.

After the pig iron became red when it heated, Han Fei quickly put it on the iron felt and almost without thinking and smashed it down.

The tingling sound suddenly sounded, as dense as a storm, but this density was not messy and unorganized. It had a strange rhythm at one sound, and Han Fei's hammering pig iron was even more light, with a very fast speed but also a bit elegant, giving people a very special feeling.

A large piece of pig iron weighing dozens of kilograms was repeatedly forged under his hands, and the impurities inside were removed bit by bit, and a piece of thousand-forged fine iron gradually took shape.

The blacksmiths who were busy around were attracted by Han Fei's actions and all surrounded him. Their eyesight was quite good, and it was completely obvious that Han Fei was not simple.

"Oh my God, at this speed, the old tower on the street can't catch up!"

"Whose child is this? Why is it so powerful? I'm an eye-opener today!"

"Strong! It's so strong. If I could have such skills, it would be worth it if I die!"

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Not to mention these workshop blacksmiths, Han Chengye was ashamed of his own. He no longer had any doubts about Han Fei's level. He stared at Han Fei's every move with his eyes shining, fearing that he would miss a wonderful link.

In just less than ten minutes, a perfect thousand-forged fine iron was successfully forged under Han Fei's hands, but he did not stop and directly used this thousand-forged fine iron to start building a weapon.

As the hammer continued to swing, a standard wide-mouthed sword gradually took shape. What surprised everyone was that Han Fei had almost no pause during this process. His arm strength seemed to be endless and there was no need to rest at all. The strength and angle of each hammer hit was impeccable, as if the most precise calculations had been made in advance.

This is the gap in strength and realm. All powerful creators are high-level samurai. The mastery and control ability of high-level samurai is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. As long as you are familiar with the skills, you will naturally be invincible in forging weapons.

A moment later, a heavy sword came out and cooled in the oil. Han Fei put it on the oil mill and grinded it a few times, and the blade suddenly became extremely sharp.

Han Chengye hesitated for a moment and said, "Fei'er, you can use the sharp edge to sharpen it out like this, it's fast, but I'm afraid the sword edge will become very crisp!"

Ordinary weapons will not directly shoot out sharp blades. They have to be repeatedly ground by craftsmen on the grinding stone for several days before they can succeed. Han Fei's approach seems very unprofessional.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Uncle, I just used it as a sword embryo."

"Sword embryo? Are you going to forge spiritual weapons? Oh, I may not have the materials here..." Han Chengye was shocked.

Han Ji Wushu is also a small business. Although Han Chengye can create spiritual weapons, he cannot buy expensive materials in advance and store them where they are stored without receiving the order.

"It doesn't matter, I'll bring it myself." Han Fei smiled and said, "Uncle, I'll borrow your casting furnace to use it."

Han Chengye's casting workshop is next to the workshop. The small room cannot accommodate too many people. The blacksmiths of the workshop stayed outside tactfully and did not rush in to watch the fun.

If Han Fei's method of creating weapons surprised and admired Han Chengye, then the process of refining spiritual weapons directly shocked him speechless.

Han Fei placed the built heavy sword in the casting furnace. He raised his hand and slapped the furnace body. The blazing fire immediately rose up, and its core quickly turned from red to orange, and then turned yellow to green!

Green Spiritual Fire! As the founder, Han Chengye deeply understands what this represents, but the real exciting ones are still to come.

Add rare materials for secondary smelting. After completion, Han Fei took out a magical spirit pen and a crystal bottle containing the blood of the spirit beast. On the workbench next to him, he etched a pair of spirit pattern on both sides of the refined sword body!

The whole process was like a cloud like water, without any stagnation in the middle. It seemed that Han Chengye was like being in a dream. It was not until Han Fei handed the last completed heavy sword in front of him that he woke up like a dream.

"Is this done?" He brushed his hands across Yin Liang's sword, and his voice became a little dry: "It's too fast..."

If it were him who refined a spiritual weapon, it would take at least four or five days, and he would have to make careful preparations in advance to avoid making mistakes in a certain step and losing all his money. It would be unimaginable for him to use a large piece of pig iron to create a spiritual weapon in less than an hour.
Chapter completed!