He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 106 Already in Heaven
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As time passed, night soon fell.

Most of the clanking sounds in the blacksmith shop have stopped.

The blacksmiths left in twos and threes and went back to eat and rest.

"Master Jiang, what's going on?" Blacksmith Qi and Yuan Bingqi both came over and asked.

Jiang Lin gestured and said, "It only needs quenching to be completed. I was just about to ask Master Qi, how should this knife be quenched?"

Most weapons are quenched with water or oil, but that is ordinary iron, while this knife contains black crystal iron and jade sand.

Especially when it comes to other people's weapons, Jiang Lin can't just mess around with them.

"Logically, the blood of the giant-horned ox is the most suitable. There should be some left in the warehouse. I'll go get it later." Qi the blacksmith said, took a look at the blade, and then exclaimed: "Top third grade?"

On the blade, six entropy patterns emitted a dim light, and it had reached the grade of a top-grade weapon.

Even Yuan Bingqi was surprised and delighted. After all his years of blacksmithing, this was the first time he had seen a top-third grade item.

He picked up the long sword and looked at it again and again, carefully stroking the entropy pattern on the blade, flicking it from time to time, or moving closer to check the pattern.

Turning to look at Jiang Lin, Yuan Bingqi asked in amazement: "How many layers did you stack on this knife?"

Jiang Lin had no idea how many layers there were. He thought about it and said, "There should be about 20 to 30 layers."

"Twenty or thirty floors!" Yuan Bingqi exclaimed.

Jiang Lin was a little confused. Is this a lot?
Yuan Bingqi looked strange and said, "Do you know that this knife has been stacked nearly a hundred layers before, and each layer will only be more difficult. You can stack twenty or thirty layers after Master Sijiang, it's simply, simply..."

Jiang Lin didn't know what to say. His Hundred Refinements level was based on probability. It didn't matter whether you had stacked hundreds or tens of thousands of them before.

I thought I was being very respectful by saying I had reached the 20th or 30th level. After all, I had been training for most of the day. Who could have known that there was such a trick?

The words were out, and it was hard to take them back. Jiang Lin could only smile dryly and touch his nose: "Maybe I remembered it wrong, there are only a dozen floors."

"Incredible, incredible!" Yuan Bingqi seemed to have not heard what he said at all, staring at the long sword as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

For some reason, Jiang Lin felt that he was quite pitiful when he looked like this.

After the top grade, there are seven more grades: treasure, spirit, mysterious, origin, saint, god, and dao.

Yuan Bingqi treasured a mere third-grade weapon as a treasure. What if he encountered a precious weapon or a spiritual weapon?

I'm afraid he was so excited that he died suddenly on the spot.

It can only be said that the status of the craftsmen in the blacksmith camp is too low. They don't even have the chance to see truly decent weapons. The ordinary top three grades are already amazing to them.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but think that if there was a chance, he would let the blacksmiths forge real magic weapons!
This is not an extravagant thought. As long as the skills and abilities continue to improve, with the increase in amplification, even ordinary iron can be used to forge a precious weapon!

The only problem is that it may take a little longer.

Blacksmith Qi looked at Jiang Lin, and the look in his thick eyebrows and big eyes was not just admiration, but even a bit of worship.

"Master Jiang, you are so..." Blacksmith Qi thought for a long time and still didn't know what words to use to describe his inner feelings.

Top three grade!

Think about it, just a while ago, they were still happy that the Southern Blacksmith Camp had a set of high-quality ironware. How long has it been since then?

We have all the ironware of the middle and fifth grades!
The top three grade weapons were also seen!
In the end, Blacksmith Qi could only sigh: "I have no regrets in this life."

He went to the storehouse and took out the blood of the giant horn ox, which was rarely used, and then Jiang Lin quenched it himself. The blood did not evaporate much, only staining the blade with a hint of dark red, and the murderous aura instantly became strong.

Blacksmith Qi praised: "Master Jiang's control of the timing and temperature of quenching has been close to perfection, even this part is almost impeccable."

Jiang Lin smiled faintly. He had asked other blacksmiths in the past few days. Although they all learned the furnace baking method, they had never heard of iron body, copper body and the like.

As for the improvement in skills, I haven't felt it and haven't heard of it either.

I guess either these blacksmiths don't understand the true secret of the furnace baking method, or this is something that is unique to them.

Thanks to the all-round amplification, whether it is quenching or sharpening, the actual effect should be equivalent to a half-level upgrade.

Blacksmith Qi didn't know all this. He just felt that he had the honor to teach such a young genius how to quench steel. It was a blessing that his ancestors had earned in eight lifetimes!

Holding the third-grade long sword in his hand, Jiang Lin looked towards the sword-testing stone.

Qi the blacksmith's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "The test stone in our blacksmith camp is not good enough to withstand this top-grade weapon, so don't try it."

Hearing this, Jiang Lin put down the knife with a little disappointment.

Although he thought that the third-grade long sword was nothing special, it was still a rare item in the blacksmith camp, so he wanted to know how powerful it was.

"When the garrison commander arrives tomorrow, he will be frightened." Qi the blacksmith said with a smile, "Master Jiang's move really gave our Captain Nan the face! If other military officers knew about this, I'm afraid the blacksmith shop would be packed to bursting!"

Yuan Bingqi didn't say anything, but thought to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't be so pretentious and came to the South Blacksmith Camp early.

With people like Jiang Lin around, it’s not just a matter of time before the South Blacksmith Camp soars to the sky. It has already soared to the sky, and the only thing left is for ordinary people to look up and take a look.

Such a good knife certainly cannot be thrown away in the blacksmith shop casually. If it is lost, you won’t even be able to cry.

Jiang Lin took his long knife and went to look for Old Man Wei first.

Seeing that he had actually re-forged the middle fifth grade long sword and directly jumped to the upper third grade, the old man Wei's turbid eyes lit up.

Even though he had left the border army for decades, he was still a member of the border army after all, and naturally he couldn't let go of good weapons.

Holding the long sword and stroking it back and forth, Old Man Wei spoke for a long time before he said, "If I had this weapon back then..."

He didn't finish. After all, so many years had passed and it would be pointless to talk about it again.

Jiang Lin knew that he still had some doubts in his heart, so he said, "I will find some good materials someday and make you a real magic weapon!"

Old Man Wei looked up at him, shook his head, handed the long knife back, and said, "What do I need that for?"

When he said this, his tone was very calm, and it was obvious that he really didn't want it.

When people get old, they have to accept their age.

Good weapons should be used by real heroes, not by an old cripple like him.

Jiang Lin understood what he was thinking, and had no intention of persuading him. He silently took back the long sword and said, "Then you should rest early. I will be back."

Old Man Wei nodded and watched Jiang Lin leave.

There was no light in the room, only the moonlight shining through the door, adding a little brightness to the darkness.

The breeze was blowing, and the murmur of an old man floated away with the wind.

“I’m really old…”

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