Commanding Wind and Cloud

Yun Xinghuisheng raised his short white eyebrows subconsciously, a little surprised that the young man in front of him could treat him so calmly, even Mu Gui Wuxin, the overbearing and rude president of the fighter union, would feel a little bit uneasy when he saw his words. Only Fabredis could calmly let go when he saw him these years, but that was only after seeing him many times.

Yun Xinghuisheng's sharp and energetic eyes frequently scrutinized Qian Jin, and while he accepted the scrutiny calmly, he was also observing this old blacksmith who smelled of blacksmithing all over his body.

Compared with Lei Guangming's gorgeous and expensive clothes that highlighted his status, the clothes of the president of the blacksmith union are beyond shabby. He only needs a piece of fireproof protective equipment that blacksmiths put on his chest, so he has a set of working attire for forging iron beside the iron stove.

If he is dressed like this without the crowd around him, if he doesn't have that special powerful aura on his body, it will be really easy to be mistaken for an old blacksmith from an unknown blacksmith shop on the side of the road, instead of the first member of the blacksmith union in Yongliu City.

Simple attire, weird aura... I don't know why, the old blacksmith in front of me is Lei Guangming's master, and he is probably the one who came to trouble him, but he didn't feel the slightest hostility towards him. Instead, he felt a desire to get close to him, just like the feeling of facing the master blacksmith, Uncle Blake.

"I heard that you can blacksmith?" Yun Xinghuisheng stared at his vigorous hands with a little doubt. If a blacksmith at this age had been practicing hard forging skills, his hands would already be covered with calluses and burns from sparks.

But the young man couldn't see any spark burns on the young man's hand, and even the calluses that should have been produced during the training of soldiers were completely invisible, more like the palm of an ordinary person.

Is such a palm really a person who used to forge iron? Yun Xinghuisheng stared at the vigorous palm in a daze. He had seen such a palm before, but it was not on a living person, but on a statue, a sculpture known as the existence of a master craftsman.

Master craftsman? Yun Xinghuisheng laughed first, how is this possible? Even if the little guy in front of him can practice blacksmithing from his mother's womb, it will only take twenty years at most. How could he become a master craftsman?

Motivatedly raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. In the eyes of Uncle Black, his own skills are nothing.

Yun Xinghuisheng turned his head and looked at his apprentice Lei Guangming not far behind him in doubt. Didn't it mean that this drive was very arrogant? It seems very humble now. If it is really like the kind of technology you mentioned, then many people will answer that they can forge irons, rather than learning a little.

Lei Guangming looked at Yun Xinghuisheng aggrievedly. When he met Qi Jin that time, this kid was very arrogant. He didn't even care about people. He just smashed the iron with a hammer, and 'smashed' everyone out of the fortress of Hongliu.

"I heard from my apprentice that you are good at blacksmithing." Yun Xinghuisheng asked with a gentle look on his face: "Can I see it too?"

really! Mugui Wuxin shuddered, and Li Deyock's heart suddenly twitched. The president of the blacksmith union with a kind smile on his face came to kick the field today while the celebrities in the city were around.

"Yes." Motivatedly nodded and looked around: "It's just that there is no iron furnace here, so it's not very convenient."

Yun Xinghuisheng's hearty laughter spread throughout the dance floor, and his eyes fell on Li Deyock: "How can there be no iron furnace in the majestic City Lord's Mansion? Don't you think so? Your Excellency the City Lord."

Li De York sighed, any force would recruit blacksmiths to serve them, how could the City Lord's Mansion be an exception? If you tell this Yunxinghuisheng that there is no blacksmith furnace today, tomorrow those blacksmiths who worship Yunxinghuisheng will pack their bags, resign themselves, and stop working in the city lord's mansion.

Yun Xinghuisheng was very satisfied with Li Deyock's answer, and waved his hand lightly. Two blacksmiths behind him carried a four-foot-long, one-and-a-half-foot-wide wooden box with a very simple appearance, and placed it in front of Li Deyock.

"My lord's birthday is today, and I just found out about it, so I gave the Junyang sword, a new weapon I forged, to the city lord of York."

The brown long wooden box was slowly opened, and a simple leather scabbard covered the long sword itself. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary iron sword forged in a blacksmith's shop that made hoes on the street.

Li De York bent down and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, his body shook slightly, his eyes burst with unbelievable joy, staring blankly at the smiling Yunxing Huisheng.

Dou Bing! Senior Fighter! As a warrior, Li Deyock felt that the sword covered by the rough leather sheath was a very high-quality fighting soldier the moment he held the hilt!

hum!

Fighting energy poured into the sword body, and the sleeping war sword let out a piercing sword cry. The fighting energy mixed with the sharpness of the blade turned into sword energy, and instantly tore the leather cover covering the sword body to pieces, revealing the glaring and gorgeous fighting sword body blooming with cold light.

Wow!

Everyone in the hall let out a collective exclamation, followed by the sound of gasping for air-conditioning everywhere, Lei Guangming's eyeballs were protruding from their sockets, nine-level fighting soldier! God! It turned out to be a level nine fighting soldier!

Shusdak could no longer maintain his original mood of watching the show. Even if he was a magician, he could still see that the battle sword in the hands of the city lord was a truly superior fighter! Even better than Fabredis's fighting sword!

Generous! A real bonanza! Shusdak looked at Yun Xinghuisheng and secretly raised his thumb. This is the difference between the president and the vice president. The spirit of the two sides is completely different! In order to teach Hongliu Battle Fort a lesson, he directly took a nine-level fighting soldier to win over the city lord.

The city lord will grow old one day, and the only thing that can be passed on to his son is money and a certain amount of glory, but he cannot pass on his strength to his son. If there is a nine-level fighting soldier passed on to his descendants, it will add an important weight to the continued rise of the family.

"Ninth-level fighting soldier!" Li Deyock flicked the edge of the sword with his fingers, listening to the crisp voice, feeling the smooth rush of battle energy in the sword body, and praised repeatedly: "Good sword! Really good sword!"

Yun Xinghuisheng accepted the envious eyes from all around with satisfaction, and finally landed on Qian Jin: "Young man, you have learned a little bit of forging, why don't you judge this sword first?"

For the first time in the Zhence Dynasty, he saw with his own eyes that besides his own saber, there were fighters above level nine. He was looking forward to seeing high-level forging techniques, so he nodded quickly: "Okay."

On the quiet dance floor, Lei Guangming's disdainful sneer was particularly piercing. This enthusiasm was too arrogant, and he dared to agree to judge the equipment forged by the master? This is asking for humiliation!

Husdak echoed Lei Guangming's sneer, and moved his lips in front of him, expressing his disdain for enthusiasm, what is criticism? That's not for you to say a good sword like the city lord, and it's over! The blacksmith's so-called evaluation is to let you tell the advantages and disadvantages of the equipment being evaluated. The more you say, the more accurate you are, the stronger your forging ability is.

If you can't say anything? That one will really be laughed to death by other blacksmiths!

The more the equipment is forged by a master forger, because the processing method is very special, although people can know that it is a good thing, it is difficult to really tell what is good. joke!

You know, Yunxing Huisheng has been promoted for three consecutive years, and has served as a judge at the master craftsman conference organized by the blacksmith union every three years!

What is a judge? It’s not just that you have the vision and can do it. There are also many blacksmiths who are not convinced by others. When you evaluate a piece of equipment as nothing special, it is inevitable that some blacksmiths will jump out and clamor. If you have the ability, you can forge a better equipment than mine.

Therefore, the judges must not only have a good vision, but also have a forging level, so that the participating blacksmiths will recognize your judgment.

Lei Guangming felt that he had seen the motivation to take the sword in advance, so he scratched his head and couldn't tell the advantages and disadvantages of this sword for a long time. It was unfortunate that he could forge it but not judge it.

With the passage of time, the next Master Craftsman Conference will come again in a few months. Lei Guangming feels unspeakable pride in his heart when he thinks that his master will be the judge of the Master Craftsman Conference for the fourth time. This is also a capital for himself to climb up in the future.

At that time, we will spread the bad news of Battle Fort Flood at the Divine Craftsmanship Conference, and let the Battle of Torrents be sent to visit, and the orderers will find it even more difficult to feel comfortable at the Divine Craftsmanship Conference.

Gan Jin took the Junyang Sword from Li Deyock, weighed it lightly a few times in his hand, and poured the fighting spirit into the sword body along the hilt. The cold light of the sharp edge was accompanied by the sword chant again, and appeared in front of everyone again. Greedy, envious, and jealous eyes gathered on the body of Junyang Sword in Gan Jin's hands from all directions.

Lei Zhen folded his arms around his chest, looked at Mo Jin with a sneer, and waited for his next embarrassing performance.

"Is this a level nine fighting soldier?" Qian Jin withdrew his fighting spirit, looking at Yun Xing Huisheng with a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

Lei Zhen let out a sneer of disdain for the first time. The city lord took the long sword and entered the fighting spirit, and immediately knew the level of fighting soldiers. Do you need to doubt this? Do you still want to fail in this regard?

Yun Xinghuisheng took the Junyang sword from Gan Jin, and threw it to Lei Guangming: "Look at it too."

"Yes, master." Lei Guangming carefully held the Junyang sword in his hand, and a trace of not-so-strong fighting energy entered the sword body, and the faint and weak fighting energy that spewed out cut the wounded. It really felt like the pain of being cut by the sword.