"Smelting, removing impurities, smelting, tempering, re-melting, re-tempering, first mold, tempering, shaping, tempering again, tempering again..." Zhao Jin's voice sounded again in the basement.
The iron block in his hand changed shape again. This time Zhao Jin lengthened the casting process and increased the number of repeated temperings. A prototype of a weapon appeared in Zhao Jin's hand again, but Zhao Jin did not stop, but repeated the
Tempering. Jiang Ling almost heard the clanging and clanging sounds.
The shape of the weapon is slowly taking shape, and Zhao Jin is sweating profusely now. Firstly, his fighting spirit is about to be exhausted, and secondly, his mental strength is highly concentrated during the casting process. There cannot be any mistakes in casting, otherwise it will directly affect the quality of the weapon. If you want to win the weapon
If you want to compete in a competition, you must try your best to build an excellent weapon. Who knows if others may be hiding some magic weapon? Don’t underestimate the world’s capable people.
"Jiangling, water!" The cold air came again, and there was a "squeak" sound, and the water vapor rose again. Zhao Jin felt his hands sink, and he quickly knelt on the ground and inserted the weapon in his hand into the ground. Only a spark was seen, and the weapon
I saw it was inserted into the floor. This was a fine steel stone. As the name suggests, the stone was extremely hard, but it was inserted as easily as tofu by the weapon in Zhao Jin's hand. When Zhao Jin saw this, he smiled proudly and became
.
"Master, how are you?" Jiang Ling ran over and helped Zhao Jin. When he saw the weapon inserted into the ground that day, he immediately said happily: "Master, you succeeded? You succeeded!"
"Well, Jiang Ling picked up the weapon, let's go back." Zhao Jin regained his strength and stood up. Jiang Ling picked up the weapon and looked at it for a long time. This was the first time he saw this style of weapon, so he asked: "
Master, what is the name of this weapon?"
Zhao Jin smiled and deliberately let it slip: "I will tell you at the weapons competition tomorrow."
The two climbed out of the cave. Jiang Ling found a big box and carefully put the weapons away. Although he didn't know what the weapon was called, Jiang Ling could feel that it was a top-notch weapon. It seemed like there would be a good show at the weapons competition.
Saw it.
Zhao Jin walked out of the room out of boredom. There was a bright moon in the sky. You can't see such beautiful scenery in big cities. Zhao Jin has been in this other world for five days, and he found that he likes it here more and more. There are relatives who care about him, and there are
It is a good place to have friends you can rely on and a fresh and pollution-free environment.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Ling looked at Zhao Jin looking at the sky, looking lonely.
"Nothing. By the way, Jiang Ling, show me your swordsmanship. I haven't seen it yet." Zhao Jin suddenly had a whim and wanted to see Jiang Ling demonstrate the martial arts of this era.
"Okay, please give me some advice, Master." Jiang Ling immediately took out his sword, came to the center of the courtyard, and danced with the sword. It must be said that Jiang Ling was a martial arts prodigy, and he was very good at sword dancing, picking, stabbing, blocking, and sweeping.
The curling is very good, and it would be impossible to do this without just a few years of practice.
But Zhao Jin still shook his head. Jiang Ling was still too rigid in his formality and had too many pretensions. Some of his moves were useless or even redundant. "Stop it, Jiang Ling, let's have a fight."
"Ah?" Jiang Ling didn't expect Zhao Jin to make this request, "Master, you haven't recovered yet, I can't defeat you without force."
What is this? Chivalry? Or chivalrous morality? Will the enemy let you live because you have not recovered? Will the enemy not attack you because you are not ready? Zhao Jin shook his head and said: "Jiangling, remember, the enemy is not
It will appear just because you want it or not. If you attack with all your strength, you may not be able to defeat me."
Jiang Ling frowned, hesitated, and stabbed Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin was one step ahead of him, dodged his sword, and pressed his left hand on Jiang Ling's left chest. "You're dead." Zhao Jin
Jin said these three words coldly, "Come again, don't hesitate."
Jiang Ling knew that Zhao Jin was right. If it were a duel, the phoenix thorn on Zhao Jin's wrist would have pierced his heart. This time Jiang Ling presented the jade stone with fighting energy, and three battle stars lit up. The sword turned into several afterimages and directly
He stabbed several vital points of Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin retreated slightly, and then attacked Jiang Ling's left side. Jiang Ling immediately pulled his sword back to defend, but Zhao Jin's hand had already grasped his neck. "You're dead, that's right.
, come back if you have improved from last time.”
Jiang Ling didn't expect Zhao Jin to move so quickly. He was so powerful as a Zhan Zong, but he didn't even catch a single move from Zhao Jin. Jiang Ling quickly concentrated on displaying all the strength of the Zhan Zong, and the cold breath surrounded the entire courtyard. Jiang Ling
This time, the sword was drawn out again, and the sword stabbed towards Zhao Jin with a chill.
Zhao Jin smiled and retreated again, but Jiang Ling, who had fully activated his war sect, was not as easy to deal with as before. He saw a sword like a tarsal maggot, following Zhao Jin closely. Zhao Jin's body was slightly to one side, and the sword directly touched him.
He rubbed Zhao Jin's chest and passed by. Zhao Jin's right palm stayed in front of Jiang Ling's forehead, "You are dead again. You are full of momentum, but the mood is wrong."
Zhao Jin took a step back and said to Jiang Ling: "Your fighting spirit level and strength are higher than mine, but you have lost to me three times in a row. Do you know why? Because your sword has no artistic conception. A sword without artistic conception cannot kill people."
Yes. Think about it carefully, I’m going to bed.”
"By the way, you must not be merciful to the person who kills you, otherwise you will be the one who dies. Remember, there is no winning or losing on the battlefield in the future, only life and death." After saying this, Zhao Jin replied
Arrived in the room.
Jiang Ling clenched his fists, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and fell into deep thought. None of them noticed an owl staying on the tree.
At this moment, in Zhao She's study, a man in a black cloak said to Zhao She: "Old Master, I can see clearly that Jiangling is a war sect, but the young master has won three times in a row, and he doesn't even have a war spirit jade.
Present. I can see that the young master is holding back, and it seems that he is training Jiang Ling."
"Eagle, do you really see clearly that Ling'er is a three-star war sect?" Jiang Hong, who was standing by, couldn't believe it. He remembered that Jiang Ling was a two-star war sect.
"Lao Jiang, you don't believe me? When did my bird-peeping skills go wrong?" the cloaked man said angrily.
"Okay, Eagle, it's not that Lao Jiang doubts you, but that he doesn't believe it. Lao Jiang, congratulations, it seems that these two little guys have hidden a lot of things from us." Zhao She felt so comfortable now, but he didn't expect it.
The eagle brought him good news tonight. He could easily defeat Jiangling's three-star war sect. It seems that Zhao Jin's strength is at least above that of the war sect. Wait, that's not right! This kid's body-protecting beast has only been awakened for a few days.
How could he rush to War Lord at once? So how did he defeat Jiang Ling? Zhao She looked at Jiang Hong with confusion on his face, and Jiang Hong was equally surprised.