Commanding Wind and Cloud

Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 15

If it was before, Qian Jin would turn around and leave, at worst, go find another job. But today's repeated job searches hit a wall, and I managed to seize such an opportunity, and I would give up immediately.

"I'm different from them, can you let me try it?"

Qian Jin's words just came out, several guys in the front hall of Franklin Blacksmith Shop, and the big man in front of him They laughed out loud together.

A guy who was arranging blades and swords said with a smile: "Little Fighter, this is not the first time we have heard what you said. Almost every Oakland student said this when they came. Yes. As a result, they proved without exception that they are all the same."

Qian Jin in heart cursed, shit! This is too coincidental, right? What were those people doing in the past?

"Francis, you brat is slacking off in the front hall again!"

With a bit of anger, a man who was not tall walked out of the back hall, and his muscles were extraordinarily strong. Like Dwarf's humanity, he is carrying a 100-pound smithing hammer in his hand, and his two thick golden eyebrows are raised high.

"Elder Brother, I'm not being lazy." The big man Francis took a small step back, shaking his head as if he was afraid of someone coming. The big hammer pointed at Qian Jin and hurriedly said, "It's this kid. , he said he wanted to come here to apply for a job, and I advised him to leave..."

"You?" The left hand swayed repeatedly: "Boy, are you from Oakland Fighter and magic college? Learn your Fighter well, don't come to us to make trouble, smithing is not something you can do casually."

Same words , with the same attitude, Qian Jin in heart fiercely scolded all the older generation who came to apply for the job, Oakland Fighter and magic college were eliminated in every qualifier at the Cosmopolitan Hero Conference, how can they be in a Blacksmith Shop now Is your reputation so bad? If this thing spreads out, it will be enough to lose Oakland Fighter and magic college.

He looked down at his Oakland Fighter and magic college clothes. Qian Jin somewhat regretted wearing school uniforms to go out, just because of the clothes that many people would look at. Today at this Blacksmith Shop He was even despised by people.

Qian Jin glanced at the man's hand again, and from the appearance, he knew that there was a heavy hammer weighing a hundred pounds, and he was somewhat unsure in his heart.

Although in that virtual game called 'Endless World', the power of the unfathomable mystery has increased a lot after playing 16 hours of iron, but it does not mean that iron is really playing like that.

"Why don't you let me try?" Qian Jin shrugged: "Aren't you recruiting? Let me try, you won't lose anything."

" Boss, let him try it."

"That's right, let him try it."

A few youngsters who were in charge of selling goods at the front desk were facing him as if Dwarf's humanity booed, and Qian Jin knew that this man was the shop's boss, Franklin.

Fei Lanlin weakly glanced at several youngsters who were making a fuss. These people just like to watch the fun, especially the students of Oakland magic and Fighter college.

Franklin took another look at Qian Jin. He wasn't stout, but he still had a strong figure, at least at this age. The muscles were bulging and elastic but not stiff. In terms of quality, it has the basic quality of smithing, but smithing still needs to be learned. Blacksmith Shop does not want to hire someone who will not do it.

"Okay." Franklin walked to the backyard with the 100-pound sledgehammer, his tone full of hopelessness: "You can try it."

Francis carried his smithing hammer with a look of anticipation for a joke, and followed Qian Jin into the backyard.

The backyard is completely different from the front desk. Qian Jin's legs and feet have just entered the boundary of the backyard, and he immediately feels one after another hot air wave assaults the senses, and the disorderly hammer strikes are one after another. , The dazzling sparks splashed, and the brawny men took off their shirts one by one, sweat was not flowing on their naked upper bodies, and their lower body clothes were soaked.

From time to time, the smithing Blacksmith stopped his work, looked curiously at Qian Jin who was walking by, and then yelled at Franklin who was walking in front of him: "Boss, why did you do this? Oakland magic and Fighter college students coming? Is there an entertainment program today?"

The rough roar immediately attracted laughter from many people, Franklin shook his big head helplessly, although he knew this Oakland magic and Fighter college students fighting against Demon Race is okay, smithing simply is impossible, but who said that Blacksmith Shop is really short of manpower now? I can only take the idea of gambling and see if I can find a worker who is barely skilled in smithing.

Qian Jin followed Franklin to a small stove and stopped. Franklin looked up at Qian Jin worriedly, grabbed a piece of pig iron and threw it into the stove without hope and said, "Try it. Well, be careful, the iron will be very hot if it burns red, even if you have battle energy to protect your body, you will still get burned."

Qian Jin heard this, and a feeling of powerless frustration flooded his heart. Does my look give me a very stupid taste? If the iron is red, it will be hot. This is basic common sense! Wouldn't it be some older generation senior who once wanted to show off his powerful battle energy here, but got his hand scalded? Does this discredit college too much?

The rising flame turned the pig iron into red little by little. Franklin looked at the color of the pig iron and pouted at the hammers placed in the corner: "Just pick one. One, let’s start.”

Qian Jin looked at the smithing hammer placed in the corner, the heaviest one was only 30 pounds, although it was only used in [Endless World] A smithing hammer, but I still feel more used to that kind of heavy hammer, and it looks relatively imposing.

Qian Jin stood there and didn't move. Several Blacksmiths nearby laughed with three points of laughter: "Little Fighter, can't you hold these heavy hammers? It doesn't matter, you look to the right, There's still a three-pound hammer there."

The teasing words immediately drew laughter from some Blacksmiths in the relatively distant distance, and almost everyone stopped their work at this time, wanting to take a look This Oakland college Fighter, the next 'wonderful performance', everyone has seen a lot of things like this before, but they don't feel bored.

"This..." Qian Jin raised his hand and scratched the hair on the back of his head, and said tsk tsk: "These are too light..."

The laughter in the backyard stopped. .

A dozen Blacksmiths, with weird expressions like a dozen eggs were stuffed into their mouths, their cheeks and the corners of their eyes twitched from stiff muscles, followed by loud laughter echoing over the Blacksmith Shop , Some people even covered their stomachs with a smile and bent down.

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