Early the next morning, Zhao Jin got up early, washed up, and walked out of the room. He immediately saw Jiang Ling sitting cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard. Wasn't this kid here all night? Zhao Jin walked to Jiang Ling and saw
Jianglingtou, his shoulders were already wet with dew, it looked like he had stayed all night.
Zhao Jin squatted down and asked softly: "Jiang Ling, can you hear me?"
Jiang Ling opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Master, I'm fine, why can't I hear you?"
"Have you thought of something?" Zhao Jin saw Jiang Ling's eyes shining with brilliance. It seemed that this kid must have had an epiphany last night. He was indeed a martial arts genius.
"Well, I seem to have understood something, but I can't explain it clearly. I feel like something is missing?" Jiang Ling asked doubtfully.
"Okay, haste makes waste. Go change clothes and wash up. After breakfast, go collect the money with the young master." Zhao Jin stood up and shouted: "Xia Lu, Dong Xue, is breakfast ready, young master?"
I'm hungry." Jiang Ling smiled, stood up and went to his room to change himself.
Zhao Jin finished his breakfast and asked Jiang Ling to bring the things, and the group headed towards the venue of the weapons competition.
The weapon competition is located in the central area of Tiandu City. It is run by the Shenbing Hall and is held every month. The ancestors of the Tianqin royal family were martial arts and had a special love for weapons. Later, someone from the royal family opened the Shenbing Hall, which widely received
Famous craftsmen all over the world create famous weapons and weapons. To this day, the children of aristocratic families still love weapons very much, but their practicality is much less than before, and they are mostly used for decoration and wear.
The so-called weapons competition is a way for the children of aristocratic families to compete with each other. They seek out famous blacksmiths in large numbers to build weapons for themselves, thereby earning themselves a reputation. Blacksmiths who make good weapons can also enter the Divine Weapon Hall.
Earn a good income. As a result, many so-called famous craftsmen emerged, and the reputation of the Shenbing Hall grew.
Zhao Jin sneered at this. Weapons without actual combat effects are at best decorations or works of art. These weapons are often just superficial and cannot be put into actual combat or mass production to equip the army. Therefore, the so-called famous craftsmen who build these weapons are also a group of
They are just mediocre people who cater to noble families. What good weapons can such people produce?
Zhao Jin caressed the big box in front of him, which contained the weapons he produced last night. Take a good look at it, and let me show you mediocre people today what a magic weapon is?
Soon, the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Shenbing Hall. As soon as Zhao Jin stood up after getting off the car, he heard someone shouting: "Brother Zhao, I finally see you."
Zhao Jin followed the sound and saw a handsome young man running towards him waving at him from afar. Zhao Jin recalled that this man's name was Luo Qing, the eldest grandson of the Luo family, a wealthy family in Tiandu. The two had the same temperament and had been together since childhood.
Friend Zhao Jin smiled and said: "Luo Qing, you seem to be late."
Luo Qing hugged Zhao Jin as soon as he came and complained: "Brother Zhao, let's not mention it. Ever since you were injured, I have been detained by my father. If I hadn't dragged you to Qingyaju, brother, you wouldn't have
I will be injured. If it weren't for this weapons competition, I wouldn't be able to come out. Hey, Brother Zhao, are you a little different?" Luo Qing looked at Zhao Jin carefully.
Wouldn't this kid also see that he was not the original? Zhao Jin was heartbroken. It would be fine if Jiang Ling saw it. Everyone here wouldn't be so jealous, right?
"Brother Zhao, you have turned white and your skin has become shiny. What did you use? It looks like your skin quality is almost catching up with women's. You can definitely become Lord Rabbit. You must be the best." Luo Qing said with a look on his face.
Envy shouted.
When the people around heard this, they all looked sideways. Jiang Ling and others turned their heads and laughed sullenly. Zhao Jin, with a black face, kicked Luo Qing's butt directly: "Get out!" You can't afford to hurt your bastard friend. Zhao Jin
Jin was feeling depressed at the same time. This body was transformed by Black Phoenix. He didn't expect that it would become like this through cultivation. The more it burned, the whiter it became. Now the pretty face was finally established.
Luo Qing covered his butt and apologized quickly: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. Don't be angry. Don't be angry." Zhao Jin didn't blame him. He felt that having more friends like this wasn't a bad thing. It was just too much.
It was fun, so he opened the fan in his hand and said, "Let's go, the conference is about to begin."
Luo Qing didn't hold grudges either. The two of them were accustomed to fighting, so he immediately walked up to Zhao Jin and hooked up with each other, chatting and laughing as they walked into the competition hall.
Zhao Jin walked in and took a look. It was really grand. It was a spacious two-story hall, magnificently decorated. There was a competition platform in the middle, surrounded by spectator seats. There were also many hangings on the big supporting pillars.
The weapons are all so-called famous weapons. Many people have already taken their seats, waiting for the competition to begin.
Zhao Jin glanced at the hanging weapons and shook his head slightly. He followed Luo Qing and walked inside. When he walked to a reception desk, a charming reception lady came out and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, Luo Qing."
Master, welcome to the Hall of Divine Weapons. I wonder what kind of magic weapons you two have brought? Please register here." People here will naturally recognize Zhao Jin's identity.
"Haha, easy to say." Luo Qing stared at the person's chest and said directly: "Luo Qing, the weapon is the Stone Splitting Sword. The forger is Master He Luhe." The people from the Shenbing Hall quickly wrote it down. At this time,
The receptionist looked at Zhao Jin and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhao Xiaohou?"
Zhao Jin didn't expect such a thing to happen, so he asked, "Is it okay if you don't tell me?"
Luo Qing and the receptionist looked at Zhao Jin in surprise at the same time. What's going on? Zhao Jin is also a regular visitor to the Shenbing Hall. Why doesn't he understand the rules of the Shenbing Hall? All weapons entering the Shenbing Hall must be registered. If you don't register, you can't do anything.
Participate in the competition. Moreover, Shenbingtang also opened a gambling market to profit from it.
The receptionist quickly regained her smile and said, "Mr. Zhao Xiaohou is really good at joking. Please register."
Zhao Jin knew it would be impossible not to say it, but he didn't say it all: "Zhao Jin, weapons, swords, forgers, unknown." The person who recorded it looked at Zhao Jin, shook his head, and wrote it down. When Zhao Jin saw this, he
Smile slightly.
"Hey, where did Mr. Zhao Xiaohou come from? He actually asked an unknown master to forge weapons. Could it be that he has just given up the defeat?" A bitter voice sounded.
Oh, here comes the money sender! Zhao Jin was not annoyed and turned around to look. He saw a group of people entering, led by five young men. Jiang Ling came to Zhao Jin's ear and said: "Young Master, from left to right, they are
Lin Ran from the Lin family; Wang Zhihun and Wang Zhilan from the Wang family; Shen Buqu from the Shen family; and He Long from the He family."
Lin Ran, who was older and obviously older, took the lead and said, "Mr. Zhao, Shen Buqu said something rash just now. Don't be angry."
Zhao Jin looked into his eyes and smiled slightly. This Lin Ran is not simple. He should stop what he said first. If he refuted it at this time, he would be in trouble. This sounded like an apology, but there was no sincerity in Lin Ran's face.
However, it is full of contempt. Yes, it is an opponent, so it is fun. If the opponent is too weak, it will not be enjoyable to play.
Lin Ran was also surprised. Why is Zhao Jin so calm today? He would have cursed a long time ago, but something seems wrong today. He doesn't know that Zhao Jin has been replaced.
Zhao Jin didn't say anything, but Luo Qing jumped up first: "Damn, who said Brother Zhao lost? The competition hasn't started yet, and it's not certain who will win by then."
"Humph, it's just him? Has he ever won?" Shen Buqu said contemptuously. As we all know, Zhao Jin is a master who has suffered repeated defeats. "I tell you, little Marquis, just give the money first, and if you do it later,
If you lose, you don't just lose money." You know, the loser has to lie on the ground and learn to bark like a dog. After Shen Buqu finished speaking, the others except Lin Ran laughed.
"You..." Luo Qing was about to say something, but Zhao Jin stretched out his hand to stop him. Zhao Jin remembered this Shen Buyi, and would greet him properly when he had the opportunity in the future. Zhao Jin smiled and said: "After the competition, we will naturally find out.
.However, I have a suggestion. Since we want to play, let’s play a little bigger and have some excitement. What do you think?”