433 Junyang

Yun Xinghuisheng's shorter white eyebrows raised unconsciously. He was surprised that the young man in front of him could treat himself calmly. Even the rude and rude warrior union president like Mu Gui Wuxin would feel a little uneasy when he saw him. Over the years, only Fabradis could relax himself when he saw him, but that was done only after seeing him many times.

Yun Xinghuisheng looked at the old blacksmith with sharp and vigorous eyes frequently. While accepting the look calmly, he was also observing the old blacksmith who exuded the smell of ironwork all over his body.

Compared to Lei Guangming's gorgeous and expensive clothes that highlighted his identity, the president of the Blacksmith's Union was no longer shabby in his clothes. He was just a piece of fire protection gear that was blocked by the blacksmith's chest, so he got a set of work outfits to make a blacksmith next to the iron stove.

If you don’t have the crowd around you, if you don’t have the special and powerful aura you have, you will be easily mistaken for being an old blacksmith shop in an unknown blacksmith shop on the roadside, rather than the first person in the Yongliu City Blacksmith Union.

Simple dress, weird aura... I don’t know why, but the old blacksmith in front of me was Lei Guangming’s master, and it was probably the one who came to trouble him, but he didn’t feel a little hostile to him. Instead, he felt like he wanted to get close to the other person, just like facing the blacksmith master Uncle Black.

"I heard you can make a blacksmith?" Yun Xinghuisheng stared at his energetic hands, with a little bit of suspicion. If a blacksmith of this age had been practicing forging skills, his hands would have been covered with calluses and sparks.

But the young man couldn't see any sparks on his hands, and even the calluses that should be produced by the soldiers' training were completely invisible, and it was more like the palm of an ordinary person.

Is this palm really a man who has ever beaten iron? Yun Xinghuisheng looked at the energetic palm and was a little dazzled. He had seen such a palm before, but it was not on a living person, but on a statue, a sculpture known as a genius.

The magic craftsman? Yun Xinghuisheng laughed first. How could this be possible? Even if the little guy in front of him can practice ironwork from his mother's belly, it will only take at most twenty years. How could he become a magic craftsman?

He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. His skills were in Uncle Black's eyes, but nothing was considered to be: "I learned a little, but I can't think of it, and I can't think of it."

Yun Xinghuisheng looked back at his apprentice Lei Guangming not far behind him in confusion. Didn’t he say that he was very arrogant? He seems very modest now. If it is really the same technique as you mentioned, many people will answer that they can make irons instead of learning a little bit as simple as this.

Lei Guangming looked at Yun Xinghuisheng with grievance. When he encountered the motivation, this kid was very arrogant and didn't even care about anyone. He just smashed the iron with a hammer and smashed everyone out of Torrent Battle Fort.

"I heard from my apprentice that your ironworking skills are good." Yun Xinghuisheng asked gently, "Can I let me see it too?"

Sure enough! Mu Gui Wuxin shivered, and Li Deyock's heart suddenly tugged. The president of the Blacksmith Union with a kind and kind smile came to play today while the celebrities in the city were there.

"Yes." He nodded and looked around: "It's just that there is no iron stove here, it's not very convenient."

Yun Xinghuisheng's hearty laughter spread throughout the dance floor, and his eyes fell on Li Deyock: "How come there is no iron furnace in the mansion of the lord? Do you think so? Lord of the City Lord."

Li Deyock sighed. Any force would recruit blacksmiths to serve him, so how could the City Lord's Mansion be exception? If you tell Yun Xinghuisheng today that there is no blacksmith furnace, tomorrow those blacksmiths who worship Yun Xinghuisheng will pack their luggage and resign to themselves, and no longer continue to work in the City Lord's Mansion.

Yun Xinghuisheng was very satisfied with Li Deyork's answer. He waved his hand gently. The two blacksmiths behind him carried a wooden box that was about four feet long and one and a half feet wide, and was placed in front of Li Deyork.

"I just learned about this birthday of the city lord, and I gave the Junyang Sword that I forged, the new weapon that I forged was Junyang Sword to the City Lord of York."

The brown long wooden box slowly opened, and a simple leather scabbard covered the sword itself. From the outside, it looked like a blacksmith shop making hoes on the street, a common iron sword forged.

Li Deyock bent down and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. His body shook slightly, his eyes bloomed with unbelievable joy, and he stared at Yun Xinghuisheng with a smile on his face.

Fighting soldiers! Senior Fighting soldiers! As a warrior, Li Deyock felt that the sword covered by the vulgar leather cover was a very high-quality fighter!

Buzz!

The Dou Qi poured into the sword body, and the sleeping sword made a harsh sound of sword. The Dou Qi mixed with the sharp edge of the sword turned into sword energy, instantly tearing the leather cover covering the sword body to pieces, revealing the dazzling and gorgeous sword sword body with cold light.

Wow!

Everyone in the hall exclaimed in surprise, and then there were sounds of gasping in the air everywhere, and Lei Guangming's eyes were about to bulge out of his eye sockets. A level nine fighter! Oh my God! It turned out to be a level nine fighter!

Shusidak could no longer maintain his initial mood of watching the show. Even though he was a magician, it can still be seen that the sword obtained by this city lord is a truly top-notch battle war! Even better than Fabrady's battle war sword!

Big deal! Real big deal! Xiusidak looked at Yun Xinghuisheng and secretly gave a thumbs up. This is the difference between the president and the vice president. The courage of both sides is completely different! In order to teach the Torrent Battle Fort a lesson, he directly used a level nine fighter to win over the city lord.

The city lord will grow old one day. All he can pass to his son is money and a certain amount of glorious forces, but he cannot pass his strength to his son. If a level nine fighter is passed to his descendants, it will add an important weight to the family's continued rise.

"Level 9 Fighting Army!" Li Deyock flicked the sword's edge with his fingers. He listened to the crisp sound, and felt the fighting spirit flowing smoothly in the sword body and exclaimed: "Good sword! What a good sword!"

Yun Xinghuisheng accepted the envious gazes around him with satisfaction, and his eyes finally fell on the energetic: "Young man, you have learned a little forging, why not just savor this sword first?"

For the first time, Gan Jin saw in the Zhence Dynasty that in addition to his own sabre, there were also fighters above level nine. He was looking forward to seeing high-level forging techniques, so he nodded quickly: "Okay."

On the quiet dance floor, Lei Guangming's disdainful sneer was particularly harsh. This was too arrogant and he dared to agree to evaluate the equipment forged by the master? This was simply a self-inflicted humiliation!

Shusidak echoed Lei Guangming's sneer, pulled his lips in front of him, expressing his disdain for motivation. What is a review? That is not to let you say a good sword like the city lord, and you will be done! The so-called review by the forge is to let you tell you the advantages and disadvantages of this reviewed equipment. The more you say, the more accurate it is, the stronger your forging ability.

If you can't say anything, that one will be laughed at to death by other forgeators!

The more forging equipment forged by masters, the more special the processing method is, although it can make people know that it is a good thing, it is difficult to really explain what is good. As for what is bad... Someone in Yongliu City can see the shortcomings of Yun Xinghuisheng's forged items? Just kidding!

You should know that Yun Xinghuisheng has been serving as a judge at the Blacksmiths Association organized every three years by serving as a judge!

What is a judge? It's not just that you have the eyesight and ability to do it, but there are also many people among the blacksmiths who don't agree with each other. When you evaluate a piece of equipment without any special features, the blacksmith will inevitably jump out and yell. If you have the ability, you can forge a better equipment than mine.

Therefore, the judges must not only have a good vision, but also have the level of forging in order to make the blacksmiths who participate in the competition recognize your judgment.

Lei Guangming felt that he had seen the fighting sword in advance. He scratched his ears and heads and couldn't tell the bad luck of the sword's advantages and disadvantages. He could forge it but not necessarily evaluate it, and he could evaluate it but not necessarily forge it. He could forge it but also evaluate it. Therefore, he was invited to attend the three Divine Crafts Conferences as judges.

As time goes by, the next Divine Crafts Conference will come again in a few months. Lei Guangming thought that his master was about to become a judge of the Divine Crafts Conference for the fourth time, and he felt indescribable pride in his heart, which was also a capital for him to climb up in the future.

At that time, the bad things of Torrent Battle Fort will be spread at the Gods Craft Conference, so that Torrent Battle Fort will be sent to visit. It will be even more difficult for the orderers to feel comfortable at the Gods Craft Conference.

Gan Jin took the Junyang sword handed by Li Deyoke, and gently weighed it in his hand. The fighting spirit poured into the sword body along the hilt of the sword. The sharp cold light once again accompanied the sword roar and appeared in front of everyone again. Greedy, envious, and jealous eyes gathered from all directions to the Junyang sword body in Gan Jin's hand.

Lei Zhen wrapped his arms around his chest, looked at him with a sneer, waiting for his next performance of being ugly.

"Is this a level nine fighting soldier?" He retracted his fighting spirit, and looked at Yun Xinghuisheng with a look of surprise on his face.

Lei Zhen sprayed the first disdainful sneer in his nose. When the city lord took the long sword and inputted the fighting spirit, he immediately knew the degree of fighting. Do you still need to doubt this? Do you still want to start in this regard?

Yun Xinghuisheng took the Junyang sword from Dangjin's hand and threw it to Lei Guangming: "Look at it too."

"Yes, master." Lei Guangming carefully held the Junyang sword in his hand, and a trace of not-so-powerful Dou Qi was input into the sword body. The faint and faint Dou Qi ejected from the spray was cut by the injury, and it really felt a painful smell of being cut by the sword.
Chapter completed!