Chapter 52: The order of resources is tilted, can you only pick up what A Yuan doesnt want?
The mountains are green and the sun rises in the east.
After the moon shower, Fenghuo Peak became lively again.
The formal disciples hurried along the avenue to Qingshi Square to sign in, while Hong Yuan walked calmly and calmly headed to the Jialiu Workshop.
At this time, the Jialiu Workshop was not fully occupied, none of the fires were on fire, and it was still deserted.
When Hong Yuan arrived, three experienced first-level casters, namely Lin Qi, Qian San and Wang Dali, were present.
These three senior first-level casters were chatting, discussing the recent civil strife in Qinglu Taoist Temple, the conflicts and battles between the Qingzhou Army and the Yongzhou Army.
Lynch: "I heard that the Black Wolf Legion has occupied Nanyang Mansion in Qingzhou and is eager to recruit all kinds of talents. Are you interested in going down to make a big fortune?"
Wang Dali: "Going down the mountain...it's still too dangerous outside."
"What's the danger? Our first-order forgers must be in the rear. If we go to the front to forge weapons, we will definitely be able to lead a team of blacksmiths." Qian San immediately retorted.
As he spoke, Qian San suddenly became excited and clenched his fists hard, "I don't think the weapons casting share will be greatly increased, and even reaching the level of a second-level forger is not a problem!"
Listening to them talking about things outside the sect, Hong Yuan became interested, moved a small bench and approached him. Seeing Hong Yuan arrive, the three of them didn't have any objections to Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan and them are both first-level casters, and Hong Yuan is also Zhu Wushang's junior brother. In addition, Hong Yuan is also a good person.
Regarding Hong Yuan, the three veteran first-level casters still have a good impression.
"..."
When senior brother Zhu Wushang began to take charge of the central committee, the small meeting began to dissolve, and Hong Yuan also started to stir up trouble.
Through conversations with the three people, Hong Yuan sensed a sign of an approaching storm.
Because Qinglu Taoist Temple has split into two factions, Qinglu Taoist Temple's control over Qingzhou has obviously declined significantly.
The overlord sects in each state mobilized one after another to join forces to conquer Qingzhou.
Fengxi Sect relied on its hard power to seize such a fertile territory in Nanyang Mansion last week!
However, this has nothing to do with Hong Yuan. He has already made up his mind to reach Martial Saint in Fengxi Sect.
A hegemonic sect like Fengxi Sect can definitely raise many martial saints. If Fengxi Sect is not destroyed, Hong Yuan will definitely not run away.
If you get bored, just control the Xuanshui Snake to explore the outside world.
"Bang bang, bang bang!"
The sound of hammering filled the Jialiu workshop, and all the disciples were working hard.
It was obviously approaching late autumn, but the disciples of the Weapon Refining Hall were still naked from the upper body, revealing muscles that were as hard as solid stones.
Male hormones are at an all-time high!
Hong Yuan was also naked from the waist up. After calling a formal disciple to pull the bellows, he began to forge a first-level weapon.
The heavy hammer was wildly danced by Hong Yuan with an astonishing momentum.
The first-order cold iron was forged very quickly, and the black impurities were removed at an absurdly fast speed.
The three first-order casters who were on fire were all attracted by Hong Yuan's movement and paid attention.
They watched as the prototype of the Miao Dao appeared, and watched as Hong Yuan continued to pound the first-order cold iron with great intensity...
"Gulu." Lin Qi swallowed secretly and couldn't help but look at the other two first-level casters Wang Dali and Qian San.
But at this time, Wang Dali and Qian San also looked stunned.
"Second-level foundry master?!" Wang Dali hesitated.
"No, it's impossible... Hong Yuan's progress is too ridiculous!" Qian San bit his lip.
The movement in the first-order foundry area shocked Zhao Gonghe.
Zhao Gonghe looked in the direction of his eyes and found that they were all paying attention to Hong Yuan.
When Zhao Gonghe saw that Hong Yuan had already completed the prototype of the first-order Miao Dao just after starting work, his heart sank inexplicably.
Wow cool wow cool.
During this period of time, Zhao Gonghe did not go out to have fun, but seriously studied casting.
With strong talent and hard work, Zhao Gonghe quickly broke through the unqualified swords and touched the edge of the first-level forger.
However, at this moment, Hong Yuan's speed in forging first-level weapons was not much inferior to Zhu Wushang's.
In other words, Hong Yuan is actually about to reach the second-level caster!?
"Damn it, is it possible that I really want to take a strange path to please Lin Yiru?" Zhao Gonghe thought angrily.
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Two hours later.
Hong Yuan took the newly forged first-level Miao knife and went to look for Senior Brother Zhu, intending to take the first-level to second-level assessment.
"Senior brother, I feel that I have reached the realm of a second-level foundry master." Hong Yuan said seriously.
Zhu Wushang, who was sitting in the wicker chair, suddenly stood up from the wicker chair after hearing this, obviously extremely shocked.
"Ayuan, what did you say?"
"I feel like I have reached the realm of a second-level caster."
Zhu Wushang strode around the mahogany table and took the first-order sword that Hong Yuan had just forged with both hands.
Watched it repeatedly, knocked it back and forth, and waved it from time to time.
After a long time, Zhu Wushang put down the first-order sword and walked in a large circle around Hongyuan, looking up and down at Hongyuan.
"Tsk, tsk, I knew A Yuan that you have great talent in cultivation, but I didn't expect that you are so talented in forging a talent." Zhu Wushang praised Hong Yuan: "Your talent is not inferior to that of senior brother!"
"Elder brother?" Hong Yuan was puzzled.
"Yes, senior brother. He is an upright man. He is only one step away from being promoted to a martial saint." Zhu Wushang quickly changed the topic:
"I originally thought that after Gong He reached the first level, I would take you to find the master to receive teaching. I never expected that you would progress so quickly."
Hong Yuan's casting foundation has basically been laid, and recently Zhao Gonghe has sincerely repented, and his casting skills have made significant progress.
Zhu Wushang thought that it would be at least half a year before Hong Yuan would be exposed to deep casting techniques.
I didn’t expect Hong Yuan to progress so quickly!
"According to my eyes, you are already a second-level forger." Zhu Wushang said happily: "But to be on the safe side, you still have to forge a second-level weapon independently."
Zhu Wushang took Hong Yuan to the second-level casting area.
There is only one work station in the second-level casting area, and that is the furnace of Zhu Wushang, the boss of Jialiu Workshop.
When Hong Yuan stood in the casting position and Zhu Wushang pulled the bellows for Hong Yuan, the entire large Jialiu workshop was inexplicably silent for a moment.
Hong Yuan is already about to start sprinting towards the second-level caster!?
Lin Qi, Qian San and Wang Dali, the three first-level casters, looked at each other, and the work on their hands also slowed down a lot.
Zhao Gonghe's face turned pale by Liangyi's fire, his hands were trembling slightly, and the big hammer almost slipped from his hands.
"Second-level caster? A Yuan wants to forge a second-level weapon!?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Zhao Gonghe screamed crazily in his heart.
He knew that there was a huge gap between him and Hong Yuan, but he couldn't believe that the gap was as far away as heaven and earth.
If this continues, then why should he compete with Hong Yuan for the favor of master Lin Daoyan and for resources?
Zhao Gonghe felt like he was living in Hong Yuan's shadow.
At the same time as Hong Yuan, he can only pick up what Hong Yuan left?!
"Lin Yiru, Lin Yiru..." Zhao Gonghe silently remembered the daughter of his master Lin Daoyan.
The bright road is dead, so we can only take a roundabout way.