Commanding Wind and Cloud

Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 2

Qian Jin even began to think that this unfathomable mystery virtual game wasn't entirely useless.

It's just that there are nearly 100 kinds of life skills, each of which has its own characteristics. Qian Jin's eyes are dizzy just by looking at it, and he really can't make a decision for a while.

At this time, the voice of System Spirit came from the bottom of my heart again.

"And my suggestion is to smelt and forging first."

"Why?"

"According to the system scan, you are on power and endurance , has great development potential, and forging and smelting are just the best way to improve these two attributes in the game Early-Stage, through them, you can increase these two attributes to more than 40 in a short time, to that At that time, you should be able to play the game normally."

"Wait...you mean, I can't play the game normally yet?" Qian Jin listened and suddenly felt that something was wrong .

"Yes, according to the system scan, your physical strength is far below the normal level, and you must exercise to be suitable for normal games."

"The physical strength is far below the normal level. At the normal level..." This sentence sounded a little awkward, Qian Jin read it over and over several times before he suddenly understood, doesn't this mean disabled?

Qian Jin is really angry and funny. Although he is born with incomplete mental strength and is not suitable to be a Magician, he still relies on his innate talent to successfully enter the Oakland college Department of Fighters. One month after entering the school, he was affirmed by the freshman instructor Rodriguez, who called him a promising freshman.

I can't imagine that in this virtual game, it would be called disabled...

"I wonder if Rodriguez will also be evaluated as disabled..." Qian As Jin spoke, he reached out and pushed open the door of the Blacksmith Shop.

Blacksmith Shop is a bit deserted, not the kind of scene Qian Jin imagined, the sparks splattered with fire, the old Blacksmith is leaning against the anvil smoking a pipe, occasionally bursting out one or two. He coughed, and the sound was like a bellows in the Blacksmith Shop, and it made Qian Jin feel uncomfortable when he heard it.

It wasn't until Qian Jin opened the door of the Blacksmith Shop that the old man opened his turbid eyes: "I won't open the furnace today, I have to fight something and come back tomorrow."

I touched it as soon as I entered the door. A nail, replaced the previous Qian Jin, it is estimated that he has turned away long ago.

It is also due to the crime of appearance. Since this incident, Qian Jin has not made any further progress, but his face has become much thicker. The old Blacksmith ignored it, and he still had a smile on his face: "I I didn't play anything, I came to learn smithing from you."

"oh?" Suddenly the light came on, and the cigarette stopped smoking. I stared straight at Gao Dao for a long time, and then looked at the head with some regret: "I didn't expect that there are still youngsters who are willing to come to learn smithing, but it's a pity, young man, yours My body is too poor to be suitable for the profession of smithing, and I have been a Blacksmith all my life in old fogey. I know how hard it is to be a Blacksmith. Depending on your physical condition, you may not be able to last for a day, so you should learn other crafts early... "

"Too bad?" Just now when System Spirit said that his physical strength was far below normal, he was still a little unconvinced, but now even the old Blacksmith said the same, Qian Jin couldn't help being somewhat guilty But he still responded quickly: "As long as you are willing to teach me, I can endure any kind of suffering!"

"Really, since you can endure any kind of suffering..." Old Blacksmith closed again. With cloudy eyes, he leaned listlessly beside the anvil and started smoking a cigarette. The smoke was lingering, and there was a faint sound from the pipe from time to time. I don't know how long it took before the old Blacksmith opened his eyes and pointed with his pipe. A hammer at the corner: "Then you bring me that hammer first."

"Yes!"

Qian Jin walked to the corner and wanted to pick up the ground This is a hammer that stands half a person's height.

Who knew that the weight of the hammer was far beyond his expectations. With Qian Jin's Third Grade Fighter's strength, something weighing 2-3 kilograms was simply nothing difficult. With all his strength, he could only barely lift the handle of the hammer. As for picking up the whole hammer, it was an impossible mission.

Qian Jin estimates that the hammer weighs at least one kilogram.

A Blacksmith who is smithing with a heavy hammer, what is the concept?

But Qian Jin's character is equally stubborn, as if he knew that he was born with incomplete mental strength, but never stopped his meditation. He always believed that one day he would be able to feel the existence of Magic Element.

He can't pick up the heavy hammer, but it doesn't mean he will give up.

I saw him clenching his teeth tightly, his forehead was full of blue veins, and as he shouted out loudly, his hands grabbing the handle of the hammer slammed hard, only to hear a harsh sound, that heavy The heavy hammer was actually dragged a few inches by him.

I can't lift it up, can I still drag it? Although the distance of a few inches is insignificant, it is enough for Qian Jin.

The pipe beside the old Blacksmith's mouth still sounded "bā da bā da", but there was an imperceptible compliment in those cloudy eyes.

It only took a few steps to walk to the corner, but it took Qian Jin two hours to walk back with the heavy hammer.

What is the difference between a 1000 jin hammer and a 2~3 100 jin hammer? Qian Jin has a deep understanding of the two-hour experience.

After the last step, Qian Jin collapsed. It felt as if Rodriguez had run fifty laps around the college when he first entered Oakland College. The last trace of power seemed to be taken out of time, and I saw a colorful array of rays of light flashing to and fro, and I couldn't hear anything, except for a sound of "wēng wēng"...

Sitting on the ground, Qian Jin stretched his legs weakly, gasping for breath. No one in the city of Blacksmith in Oakland would play such a hammer smithing. I don't know if the city is too small or the world Simply no Blacksmith using hammers of such weight.

I don't know how long it took before the old Blacksmith slowly put down the pipe in his hand.

"From today onwards, you are my old Blake's apprentice." After saying this, old Blacksmith bent down and picked up the heavy hammer, Qian Jin Hua The hammer, which took two hours to drag from the corner, was in the hands of the old Blacksmith, but it was so handy, his wrists were shaking, as if he was holding a feather duster, not a hammer that could smash people into meat sauce. Heavy hammer.

I saw him pick up a piece of pig iron from the anvil and threw it into the furnace: "Make a fire."

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