Commanding Wind and Cloud

Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 60

The eyes are dark and bright again.

Qian Jin has become accustomed to the way of entering the game of [Endless World]. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar village. As usual, the smoke of cooking rose from several houses.

Qian Jin didn't wander around half-heartedly this time, and went straight to Blake's Blacksmith Shop.

With the experience of the first two times, Qian Jin did not wait for what Blacksmith Blake could say, and went straight to the hot spring where one could wash away the fatigue.

The miraculous hot spring once again washed away the fatigue on Qian Jin's body in an instant, and the tingling muscles returned to normal again, and all I could feel was the explosive power contained in it.

Blake squatted at the door, leaning against the ventilated door panel with cracks, staring at the ground with hazy sleepy eyes, silently smoking a cigarette bag: "Today, there is nothing new. Teach you, continue to practice the hammer last time, when will you practice decently, and when will you learn something else."

"That's right..." The cigarette stick in Blake's hand pointed to Qian Jin The shelf behind him: "From today, don't use the previous hammer. Change the No. 2 hammer..."

No. 2 ? Qian Jin looked down Blake's cigarette rod. The No. 2 smithing hammer he was referring to was a hundred pounds less than the one he used before, right? This old Blacksmith is really ruthless, one plus one hundred pounds?

"Don't forget, Forging Breath Method."

Blake opened his sleepy eyes to remind him, his body shrank slightly and started to smoke without saying a word.

Qian Jin grinned while carrying a hammer that weighed 100 pounds more. The power that had grown so easily these days was completely offset by the extra 100 pounds of weight out of thin air.

He took a deep breath of flame aura and wandered through the dead orifices in his body, Qian Jin's shoulders and neck muscles were spewing out, the heavy and huge hammer raised high, and started a new round of hammering .

The hammer added a new weight, and Qian Jin found that the line and angle he could hit yesterday were completely out of shape at this moment.

I thought I was about to master this First Hammer skill completely. didn't expect...Qian Jin smiled bitterly and raised the smithing hammer high again.

The hot sparks splashed in the small courtyard, and the crash of metal became the only music in the small courtyard.

One hour...

"Your forging proficiency increases, your smithing level increases by First Grade, and your power increases a little."

Two hours...

“Your forging proficiency increases, your power increases a little.”

Three hours...

“Your forging proficiency increases, your smithing level increases First Grade, and your power increases a little. ."

"Player Qian Jin, forging First Grade Iron Essence succeeded."

Blake watched the brilliant metal sparks played by Qian Jin again, and his hazy eyes burst into a trace. Surprised and delighted, he raised his hand and shouted: "Stop."

In just three hours, Qian Jin felt as if his body was about to be drained. The battle energy, Forging Breath Method and his body The brute force was completely consumed by these three hours.

Blake held a cigarette stick in his left hand and circled around Qian Jin twice, his nodded eyes bursting with joy.

Qian Jin was seen by Blake, like his father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, his heart was full of hairs, and he forgot to call the system observation level for a while.

"Very good! Very good!" Blake touched Qian Jin's arm again and again nodded: "I can't believe that you reached Tenth Grade Blacksmith so quickly, very good!"

Tenth Grade Blacksmith? When Qian Jin heard this, he felt as if his power had recovered a lot in an instant. He thought it would take a few days to become a Tenth Grade Blacksmith, but didn't expect it just because he changed a big smithing hammer and exercised that eccentric The smithing technology has so quickly reached the Tenth Grade Blacksmith that countless Blacksmiths dream of.

"So..." Qian Jin pointed to his nose and asked in disbelief, "I'm a Tenth Grade Blacksmith? I'm a Forger."

"No Wrong! You are a Tenth Grade Blacksmith." Blake shook his head again after nodding his hands behind his back: "However, you are not a Forger yet."

"Am I a Tenth Grade Blacksmith? Why not a Forger? ?"

Qian Jin drove Blake puzzled, according to the old Blacksmith Franklin's explanation, becoming a Tenth Grade Blacksmith is a Forger, why does Blake say it is not a Forger?

"Tenth Grade Blacksmith is Tenth Grade Blacksmith, Forger is Forger." Blake sat on the ground, the smoke pot was roasted on the stove, and he took a breath of shredded tobacco, making the ignition of the shredded tobacco in the cigarette pot flicker and dim. : "Tenth Grade Blacksmith is the closest thing to a Forger, but not a true Forger. To be a true Forger is a trial, and if you can complete it, you will become a true Forger."

Trial! Another trial! Qian Jin found that, whether in Oakland magic and Fighter college of Zhenk Sovereign Dynasty, or in this Endless World, he couldn't get rid of the trial.

"What's a real Forger? Just have a Tenth Grade Blacksmith? Maybe it's like that in other people's places, but it's different here." Blake raised his chin slightly, his hazy eyes full of pride With pride, there is a taste of contempt for the world: "The real Forger, he should know a lot, the primary maintenance of the battle weapon, personally search for minerals, build Iron Essence, and complete the production of the battle weapon by himself, the wood for the fire and the charcoal. Matching, etc..."

"Maintain the battle weapon? I will do this." Qian Jin recalled the resurrection of the battle weapon for the Oakland Guardian: "I will still be able to wash the edge technique."

“Washing edge technique? What does it have to do with maintaining a battle weapon?” Blake frowned and said, “If a war blade type battle weapon breaks in half, what’s the use of your washing edge technique? ?"

Qian Jin scratched his head in embarrassment, he really couldn't do anything about it, it seemed that the maintenance he understood was not exactly the same in Blake's eyes.

"Take this..." Blake touched it in his arms and took out a book with a yellowed skin that was so dilapidated that it might fall apart at any time: "Take a look at this prospecting technique first. ."

Prospecting is a special science, whether it is humanity or Demon Race, although they have made great efforts in this regard, they are still far inferior to the Barbarian Race who lived in the north of the territory of the Zhenk Sovereign Dynasty. Among them, several tribes have a natural intuition for prospecting. The first knowledge that almost everyone learns since childhood is to know different geology, various rock layers and the Mountains and Rivers all around to judge whether there is metal in a certain place. Mine, what kind of metal mines may exist, and the output of mines.

It is rumored that the Miners of the Barbarian Race, in addition to learning various prospecting knowledge, seem to have a special ability to explore minerals by nature.