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

Chapter 224 If you are not convinced, try it
If he could be promoted to Yuanwu realm, he would be the best among the generals. With the treasure-level weapons, he would be even more powerful.

Now Liao Mingxu is full of fighting spirit, and he even thinks of calling Fang Zhisheng back after he is promoted to Yuanwu realm, and going to Miedaoying to kill a few remnants of Xuanhua Dao to practice his skills.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when the Foundry Department would evaluate the master craftsmen of each camp, and Jiang Lin arrived at the place early.

Yan Tianrong, Yu Maoming and others had also arrived and were sitting there talking.

Seeing Jiang Lin coming, several people stood up to greet him.

This scene suddenly made Jiang Lin, who was not very interested in this matter, feel different in his heart.

I still remember when I first came to the test field, I could only look at the stage from afar, with the steward Yan Tianrong sitting high up.

When he came the second time, Yan Tianrong was already much more polite to him, and his intention to recruit him was known to everyone.

This was the third time. As soon as I showed up, the steward stood up to greet me. He no longer had any thoughts of recruiting me. Instead, he felt a little bit of awe.

The people below might not know it very clearly, but Yan Tianrong is an eighth-rank official after all, so he knows some "inside information" to some extent.

Jiang Lin, holding a bow, chased the Yuanwu Realm guards across more than two thousand miles until they reached the border of Qingzhou.

It is not clear what happened after that, but Jiang Lin returned safely, but the Qingzhou Li family never came to the Blacksmith Camp again.

In terms of position, Jiang Lin is still just a low-ranking master craftsman in the Southern Blacksmith Camp.

But among all the people present, who dares to look down on him?
Jiang Lin was a little dazed and wondered what the scene would be like when he came again.

"Master Jiang, you came so early, have you had breakfast?" Yan Tianrong said with a smile on his face, "There are some cakes and tea prepared over there, if you haven't had them, you might as well have a taste."

"You are too polite, sir. I have already eaten when I came here." Jiang Lin said.

Behind him, there were twenty or thirty candidates from the Southern Blacksmith Camp who were participating in the master craftsman competition.

Seeing the steward being so polite to Jiang Lin at this moment, these people felt that it was unexpected but reasonable.

Jiang Lin is probably the only chef in the entire Daqian who is not of a high rank and can be treated so well by an eighth-rank steward.

Now that Jiang Lin is a master chef and in charge of a testing table, isn't the evaluation of himself and others secure?
Qi the blacksmith who led the team said solemnly to the twenty or thirty people: "Master Jiang is a fair man, he may not give you special treatment. Besides, he is now the most prestigious of the four blacksmith camps, even if he really gives you, do you dare to accept it?"

"I'm going to make this clear today. Even if you don't pass the evaluation, you still have to show me your true abilities. Put away your little tricks. It's the South Blacksmith Camp that made Master Jiang lose face. Don't blame me for being ruthless when I go back!"

After these words were spoken, the expressions of dozens of masters also became serious.

Blacksmith Qi was right. Jiang Lin had already won great honor for the Southern Blacksmith Camp. How could they fall behind?

"Master Qi, don't worry. Now that we are here, we will naturally do our best!" someone bowed.

Blacksmith Qi nodded: "That would be better."

Soon after, blacksmiths from the other three battalions also arrived.

There are more than a hundred people participating in the master chef competition this time. Based on the situation of each camp, at least half of them will be eliminated in the end.

Only the Southern Blacksmith Camp will have more candidates left. After all, they have a large number of people now and there are many vacancies for master chefs.

As expected, people from other blacksmith camps also signed up to compete for the position of master chef of the South Blacksmith Camp. This was expected.

Everyone who came today is very motivated. Even a fool can see that the South Blacksmith Camp is thriving. Who would not want to go?
Seeing Jiang Lin standing in front of a test table, the blacksmiths from other camps were very surprised, but no one raised any objections. With Jiang Lin's current status and skill level, it was reasonable for him to stand there.

This also makes those who signed up to run for the master chef position in the Southern Blacksmith Camp more motivated.

Soon the test began, and everyone worked very hard, demonstrating everything they had learned.

Yan Tianrong did not sit on the stage as usual, but came to Jiang Lin and asked with a smile: "Master Jiang, can you tell which one has more advanced skills?"

Jiang Lin did not hide anything and pointed at some people and made simple comments.

Those who can come are the best, there is no bad one, it’s just that they have advantages in some details, or in other words, each has its own merits.

Yan Tianrong didn't care who was better or worse, he was just trying to find something to talk about and take the opportunity to get closer to Jiang Lin.

Soon after, each weapon was placed on three testing tables.

The first person to be judged by Jiang Lin was someone from the Southern Blacksmith Camp.

Watching Jiang Lin pick up the weapon to check, the old master who had been eliminated from the last master chef competition couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

After a careful inspection, Jiang Lin nodded and said, "The quality is pretty good, it's already qualified, but the handle is not well processed, there are more defects. If it encounters a hard weapon confrontation, this may be a problem."

The old master was very nervous when he heard this and asked, "Master Jiang, can I pass this?"

Jiang Lin nodded slightly and said, "It should be possible."

Even though there were thirty or forty weapons on the stage, Jiang Lin only needed to take a quick glance to get a rough idea of ​​the final result.

It is clear at a glance where the defects are and how many there are.

The old master was delighted when he heard this. With these words, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The blacksmiths from other camps queuing behind were somewhat dissatisfied, wondering if Master Jiang was really planning to show favoritism.

Without even seeing ours, he said he could pass.

The second-ranked blacksmith stepped forward and said, "I don't ask for anything else, I just ask Master Jiang to make a fair judgment."

"That's natural." Jiang Lin picked up his weapon, glanced at it, and then said, "The back of the blade was not hammered finely enough, resulting in a lot of defects inside. The edge of the blade is not bad, and it is sharp enough. But if it encounters a hard weapon, it will definitely break."

The master from the Northern Blacksmith Camp was already unconvinced, and he felt even more uncomfortable after hearing this. He immediately said, "Master Jiang, you are too confident, aren't you? You only took a look at it, and you concluded that it has such a big flaw? In my opinion, you are deliberately trying to favor the people from your Southern Blacksmith Camp."

Jiang Lin looked up at him and said nothing more. He waved his hand and called back the first master from the Southern Blacksmith Camp, saying, "You two should hold your weapons and try to fight head-on."

“Let’s give it a try!” The master craftsman from the Northern Blacksmith Camp hummed, and took the lead in picking up the long sword he made.

The man from the Southern Blacksmith Camp also wanted to prove that what Jiang Lin said was true. Both of them were holding weapons, shouting loudly, and swinging hard at each other.

The two long swords collided fiercely, making a crisp sound, and the edges of the blades showed signs of breaking and curling.

After several collisions, there was a sudden "clang" sound. It turned out that the long sword of the blacksmith in the Northern Blacksmith Camp suddenly broke at the back of the sword and fell on the table.

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