Commanding Wind and Cloud

Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 147

Several Fighter students who were staying in the library, when they heard Qian Jin's self-talk, all looked at him with flabbergasted eyes, secretly guessing where the brainless man came from. Fighter students? Those Belial Demon Clans with curved horns, yellow hair, and strong builds, although they are lazy in the Demon Race, they are still one of the seven tribes of the Demon Race! In the terrifying Demon Race, which can be ranked in the Demon Race of the seven major tribes, which one is not a strong race? Are you underestimating Belial Demon Clan here? Who do you think you are? Subduing Demon Fighter?

“Belial Demon Clan, Belial Demon Clan.” Qian Jin left his seat with a faint excitement in his heart. He had only seen Belial Demon Clan in books before, and the battles of Life and Death had gone through a little, but he had never seen it before. No real fight against the Demon Race, this time I finally got a chance to meet the live Demon Race!

Demon Race! Ultimate enemy of Zhenk Sovereign Dynasty Fighters! Fighter, who has not fought with Demon Race, is not qualified to be called a real Fighter in the eyes of many people!

After two years of absence from Oakland magic and Fighter college, Qian Jin is now like a transparent person. There is no teacher to manage, and no one will come forward to ask questions. The uncle did not stop him, let him go all the way to Franklin Forge.

"Hello, welcome, what would you like to order?"

The front door of the Blacksmith Shop, which was a little shabby two years ago, has been renovated very much now. So what happened, even the employees in the store put on uniforms and stood in front of the door very politely to greet them.

The time has changed a lot in two years. Before standing in front of the door, someone could recognize him. Qian Jin laughed just as he was about to speak, when a rough roar sounded like thunder in the room: " Welcome! Boy, do you know who he is? You should call Boss when you see the master, you're here?"

Master? Whether it was the clerk or the customer in the room, they all focused their curious eyes on Qian Jin. Could such a young man be the Master?

If it was someone else shouting like that, everyone would just take it as a joke, but it was Franklin who was shouting. Today, the No. 1 Blacksmith in Oakland, normally everyone calls him Master, and today he actually calls him that The young man is the Master?

"You're finally here." Franklin grabbed Qian Jin's hand, walked around the store, and shouted to all the clerks, "Do you see clearly? Master, do you know that you will respect him more than me in the future?"

Qian Jin felt a little heat on his cheeks under the stunned gazes of the clerks, and quickly dragged Franklin to the backyard to hit the iron furnace.

"Boy, you came quite early today, don't you need to go to class?"

"I'm going to do something, I need to go out in a few days."

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

"This... At least I'm a Fighter..."

People listened to the conversation of the two walking towards the backyard looked at each other in blank dismay, hiring a team of adventurers? That's not a small price! It's just that the store manager didn't protect his own life like this, how could he spend so much money to protect such a youngster? Could he be the descendant of some large influence?

"Yo! Qian Jin is back."

"Ha! It's really Qian Jin!"

"Missing for two years, long quite high .”

The Blacksmiths in the backyard of the Blacksmith Shop are the same Blacksmiths from two years ago. They stopped their work one by one and hugged Qian Jin one after another, not because of the two years’ time. And delayed their feelings for each other.

"Where have you been for the past two years?"

"Boy, do you know how worried we are that you have been missing for the past two years?"

Qian Jin looked at the Blacksmiths around him, you said every word and every word, a warm heat surged in your chest, these people have no power and no money, but their feelings are stronger than yesterday in Luo. The so-called high-ranking people in Lin's family are more real 100 times, 1000 times.

"What are you doing all around Qian Jin beside?" Franklin pushed everyone: "Go to work! Hurry up and work! He will be out in a few days, don't crowd here to hinder him from preparing. ."

When everyone heard that Qian Jin must be in order to go out to prepare, they immediately dispersed, emptying the best iron furnace for him, and the piles of iron embryos were covered by the trolley. Pushed in front of him, all Blacksmiths stepped back, looking expectantly at Qian Jin standing in front of Forge.

Two years ago, Qian Jin consumed a lot of iron embryos from the Blacksmith Shop in order to forging a Horse-chopping Blade, which is still fresh in everyone's memory, and the sharp and hard kitchen knife is even more amazing.

The unique metal crash that disappeared in the Blacksmith Shop for two years suddenly sounded again.

Franklin stared blankly at Qian Jin in smithing. He thought that he had spent two years practicing his smithing skills, which should have narrowed the technical distance between the two sides of smithing. Didn't expect to know that after two years, Qian Jin's smithing technique has been elevated to another level.

One morning, the great sword with both hands Sophia needed, blooming with dazzling cold light, was quietly placed on the weapon shelf.

Franklin tapped the sword body of the great sword lightly with his fingers, listening to the crisp metal hum clicking one's tongue in wonder, such a huge sword body from the iron embryo to the forming to the opening , It took less than a morning to complete this great sword of Ninth Grade texture.

Next, Qian Jin forging is all about little things, rows of throwing knives the length of the palm of your hand, and arrows that sparkle one after another.

The arrow forging is completed, Qian Jin is not in a hurry to install arrow bodies for various arrows. According to the records of weapons in Blake Blacksmith Shop, Qian Jin has a deeper understanding of arrows.

In general, arrows are divided into different types, also known as eight arrows, and further subdivisions can be divided into 98 different types, trident arrows, big Xi arrows, no buckle arrows, no arrows. Feather arrow, etc...

Seeing Qian Jin carefully extinguishing the fire, Franklin asked with a smile hē hē: "It's done? Why don't you finish the bow and arrow before leaving?"

Qian Jin shook the head, the materials here are insufficient, and he still needs to ask Fabredis for help: "There are still some things to do, come back another day."

Franklin didn't keep Qian Jin either. , Where does one's family say to keep their own people?

"Boy, go back early."

"Well, I see." Qian Jin walked out of the yard, suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "By the way, that great sword If a woman called Sophia comes, remember to give it to her."

"Remember!" Qian Jin turned back to beckons with the hand and walked all the way to Fabredis' home.

At the end of the long street, a youngster dressed in Oakland magic and Fighter college Fighter uniforms, holding an elastic wooden stick, blocked Qian Jin's way.

"You are Qian Jin?"

Qian Jin stopped at the nodded and looked at the Fighter student blocking his way in front of him. He was a second-year badge. There was a lot of dissatisfaction.

"Why?" The young Fighter student looked up and down at Qian Jin: "Why? You can represent the college district to take the exam? This position should have been mine!"

Qian Jin suddenly understood and laughed. After a long time, Rodriguez posted the list of candidates for the exam, which made this confident Fighter student very dissatisfied.

"What are you laughing at? I have worked hard for this day for two years!" The young Fighter college kicked the stick that was pressing down on the ground with his toes, and the long stick trembled lightly and anxiously with his hands: " I heard that you have spent two years in the trial, why did you take my place? Give it back!"

"It would not be impossible if I gave it to you before." Qian Jin tsk tsk twice: "However, the problem now is that Teacher Rodriguez took all his fortune to bet on this exam, and I can't let you destroy his entire fortune. So, kid, sorry."

"Children?" The young Fighter raised his long eyebrows, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes turned into anger: "No? I'll hit you today!"

Seventh Grade battle energy! Qian Jin was a little surprised, no wonder this kid dared to come to the door. He is really proud of his strength at this age.

The young Fighter lifted the long stick in his hand, and his waist and legs moved his body up and down slightly, like a cavalryman riding a warhorse in a battlefield. With a flick of his arm, the pioneer hand in front of the stick in both hands became the attack. At the starting point, the whole long stick suddenly rushed out of the cave like a poisonous snake, rushing to Qian Jin's lower abdomen.

With the momentum of the impact, the long stick reached Qian Jin's waist in the blink of an eye, and Young even heard the muffled sound of the stick hitting the object in advance.

Qian Jin squeaked tsk tsk again in the air, the stick used the first force of the vanguard, this youngster's basic skills are quite solid, if he met him two years ago, he still needs to be broken. It took a little effort to pick him up, now?

The long stick was in a hurry to Qian Jin's waist, Fighter's pioneer hand suddenly exerted a second force, and the front of the long stick suddenly bounced! The stick was inserted into the side of Qian Jin's body, the length of the tip of the stick within a foot or so, bang! Draw Qian Jin's waist!

Strength! Qian Jin was a little more surprised. The most powerful place to beat people with a stick was the tip of the stick and a section of the stick within about a foot from the tip of the stick. The hitting power of this stick is greater than that of other places. Therefore, any point between the tip of the stick and the tip of the stick within one foot from the tip is called a force point. The enemy and the other side are fighting, and each other wants to use this section of the stick to hit each other.

Bang! The stick slammed into Qian Jin's waist. The scream of pain predicted by Fighter did not come, but the stick that hit Qian Jin exploded out of thin air. Countless sawdust floated in the air, and a power flowed along the half of the stick. It exploded in his palm, and the tiger's mouth tore out a little bright red.

This? how is this possible? The young Fighter felt his shoulders numb, and stared blankly at Qian Jin, who was walking towards him. It was just a tall silhouette. I don't know if it was because of the setting sun, or because of the Yuweizhi of the broken stick just now. Down, become abnormal tall, just like the legendary Demon Race's giant Demon Race. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)