154: The quota competition

Several warriors who stayed in the library, heard the energetic self-talk, looked at him with surprise, and secretly guessed where this was a brainless warrior student. The Belia demons with curved sheep horns, yellow hair and strong figure, although they are relatively lazy among the demons, are still one of the seven tribes of the demons! Which one of the demons who can rank among the fierce and terrifying demons is not a strong tribe? They actually underestimate the Belia demons here? Who do you think you are? Do you think you are a demon-subduing warrior?

"Beria Demon, Beria Demon." Gan Jin left his seat with vague excitement in his heart. He had only seen the Beeria Demon in books before, and had also passed some life and death battles, but he never really fought with the demon. This time he finally had the chance to meet the living demon!

Demon Clan! The ultimate enemy of the warriors of the Zhence Dynasty! A warrior who has never fought with the demon clan is not qualified to call him a real warrior in the eyes of many people!

After two years away from Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, he is now like a transparent person. Without a teacher to manage it, no one will come forward to ask. During class, he walked out of the academy gate. The old man in charge of the door did not stop him at all, so he walked all the way to Franlin's iron shop.

"Hello, welcome, what do you need to order?"

The door of the blacksmith shop, which was a little shabby two years ago, has been renovated very much like that. Even the employees in the store have changed into uniforms and stood in front of the door very politely to greet them.

Two years have changed a lot. In the past, when someone stood in front of the door, he would recognize him. He smiled vigorously and was about to speak, a rough roar in the room sounded like thunder: "Welcome, nothing! Boy, do you know who he is? When you see Master Gan, you should call him the boss, are you here?"

Master? Whether it is a clerk or a customer in the room, they all focus their curious eyes on the energetic. Will such a young person be a master?

If someone else called this, everyone would just be joking, but the person who called this was Franlin, the number one blacksmith in Auckland City, is called him a master on weekdays, but today he actually calls such a young man a master?

"You're finally here." Franlin grabbed his energetic hand, circled around the store, and shouted to all the clerks: "Did you see clearly? This is the master of the caring. Do you know that you have to respect him more than me in the future?"

Under the stunned gaze of the clerk, his cheeks felt a little hot, and he hurriedly dragged Franlin to the backyard to make a thunder furnace.

"Boy, you came very early today. Don't you need to go to class?"

"I'm going to order something and I need to go out in a few days."

"Going out again? I won't be missing for two years this time, right? I'll just hire a team of adventurers to be your bodyguard."

"This...is not needed, after all, I am a soldier..."

People listened to the conversation between the two of them walking towards the backyard and looked at each other, hiring a team of adventurers? This is also a considerable price! Even the store manager himself did not protect his life like this, so why would he spend so much money to protect such a young man? Is he a descendant of a large force?

"Yo! I'm back on my drive."

"Ha! I'm really motivated!"

"I have been missing for two years and have grown a lot taller."

The blacksmiths in the backyard of the blacksmith shop were still those blacksmiths two years ago. They stopped their work one by one and embraced each other with enthusiasm one after another, without delaying their relationship with each other because of two years.

"Where have you been there in the past two years?"

"Boy, do you know how worried we are that you have disappeared in the past two years?"

Looking at the blacksmiths around me vigorously, they said with one word and another, a warm heat surged in their hearts. These people had no power or money, but their feelings were one hundred times more real than those so-called high-ranking people in Luolin's family yesterday.

"What are you doing around you?" Franlin pushed everyone: "Go to work! Work quickly! He is going out in a few days, so don't squeeze here to get in the way of his preparation."

When everyone heard that they wanted to prepare for going out, they immediately dispersed and emptyed the best iron stove for him. Piles of iron embryos were pushed in front of him by the cart. All the blacksmiths retreated, looking forward to the enthusiasm standing in front of the iron shop.

Two years ago, in order to forge a saber, Dangjin consumed a lot of iron embryos in order to forge a saber, and everyone still remembered it vividly. The sharp and hard kitchen knife was even more amazing.

The unique metal impact that had disappeared in the blacksmith shop for two years suddenly rang out again.

Franlin stared at the motivation in the ironworking process. He thought that practicing ironworking skills for two years should have brought the technical distance between the two sides closer. Unexpectedly, two years later, he realized that the motivational ironworking technology had been sublimated to another situation.

One morning, the big sword that Shuilian Ying'er needed was quietly placed on the weapon stand with dazzling cold light.

Franlin gently tapped the sword body of the sword with his fingers, and was amazed at the crisp metal buzzing sound. Such a huge sword body, from iron embryo to molding and then to opening, took less than a morning to complete this level nine-level great sword.

Next, all the things that were forged invigorating were small things, rows of flying knives with palm lengths, and those sparkling arrows.

The arrow forging was completed, and Gan Jin was not in a hurry to install arrow bodies for various arrows. According to the records of the weapons in Blacksmith shop, Gan Jin had a deeper understanding of arrows.

Generally speaking, arrows are divided into types, also known as the eight arrows. After subdividing them, they can score 98 different types, such as three-pointed arrows, big-handed arrows, no-blocked arrows, featherless arrows, etc.

Seeing the fire with great enthusiasm and careful extinguishing, Franlin asked with a smile: "Is it done? Why don't you finish the bow and arrow before leaving?"

Gan Jin shook his head. There was insufficient materials here, so he still needed to find Fabrady's help: "There is something else, come again another day."

Franlin didn't keep his energy, and at this time he was enthusiastic about trying to keep him, he seemed to be alienated. How could his family say that he wanted to keep him?

"Boy, go early and come back soon."

"Well, I know." He walked out of the yard with energy, stopped suddenly and turned around and said, "By the way, that big sword. If there is a woman named Shuilian Ying'er, remember to give it to her."

"Remember!" Dang turned around and waved his hand, walking all the way to Fabradys' home.

At the end of the long street, a young man wearing the costume of a warrior cadet of the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy was holding a elastic wooden stick in his hand, blocking his energetic way.

"Are you motivated?"

He stopped and nodded, looking at the warrior student who blocked his way in front of him. He had a second-grade badge and was quite strong, but there were many dissatisfactions piled up between his eyebrows.

"Why?" The young soldier student looked up and down with enthusiasm: "Why? Can you take the college entrance examination on behalf of the college area? This position should have been mine!"

Dan Jin suddenly laughed in an understanding way. After a long time, Rodriguez posted the list of the exams, which made this confident soldier student very dissatisfied.

"Why do you laugh at me? I have worked hard for this day for two years!" The Young Warrior Academy kicked the stick pressing on the ground with its toes, and held the long stick with both hands and trembled lightly and anxiously: "I heard that you have taken two years to try. Why should you take my quota away? Return the quota back!"

"It wouldn't be possible if I gave it to you in the past." He twitched his tongue: "But the problem now is that Teacher Rodriguez took out all his wealth to bet on this exam. I can't let you destroy all his wealth. So, kid, I'm sorry."

"Little boy?" The young soldier raised his eyebrows, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes turned into anger: "Don't let me? Today I will hit you!"

Level 7 fighting spirit! Driving spirit is a bit surprising. No wonder this kid dares to come to him. He is indeed worthy of being proud of having such strength at this age.

The young soldier lifted the long stick in his hand, and his waist and legs moved his body slightly up and down, just like a cavalry riding a war horse under his crotch on the battlefield. His arms trembled, and the vanguard hand in front of the stick in both hands became the force point of attack. The whole long stick looked like a poisonous snake suddenly rushed out of the cave, making his active belly.

Taking advantage of the momentum of impact, the long stick reached the vigorous waist in the blink of an eye. Young and even heard the muffled sound of the stick hitting the object in advance.

There was another tsk in the air. The use of sticks is mainly about the power of the pioneer hand. This young man's basic skills are quite solid. If he met him two years ago, he would have to waste some effort to clean up him. Now?

The long stick was so anxious that it was Kengjin's waist. The warrior's pioneer hand suddenly exerted a second force, and the front end of the long stick suddenly bounced! The stick was inserted to Kengjin's body, and the length within one foot of the front end of the stick tip was about one foot, and a bang! Pulling towards Kengjin's waist!

Powerful! I was a little more excited and surprised to hit people with sticks. The most powerful part is the tip of the stick and the stick tip within about one foot of the stick. The hitting power of this stick is greater than that of other places. Therefore, any point in the tip of the stick and the stick tip within one foot of the stick tip is a force point. Both the enemy and us fight, and both want to use this stick to hit each other.

Bang! The stick was twitching in the waist and the soldiers predicted that the pain screamed did not come. Instead, the stick that was hitting the stick exploded out of thin air. Countless wood chips floated in the air, and a force exploded in the palm of his palm along the half of the wooden stick, and a little bright red was burst out when the tiger's mouth was torn.

This? How is this possible? The young warrior felt his shoulders numb, and he stared blankly at the drive towards him. He was originally just a tall figure, and I don’t know whether it was because of the sunset or because of the remaining power of the broken stick just now, he became extremely tall, just like the legendary trolls of the demon clan.
Chapter completed!