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

Chapter 253: So Damn Angry

After the Nanling camp left, the blacksmith camp had much less work to do.

But Jiang Lin still worked diligently every day and never stopped for a moment.

Even Qi the blacksmith was a little puzzled and advised him to take a break, saying that there was not much work at the moment and it was just the rest period for the blacksmith camp.

Some experienced blacksmiths even took leave to visit their families and enjoy the rare leisure time.

Jiang Lin didn't need to ask for leave, as his family lived nearby and he could just walk a few steps to see the place whenever he wanted.

Thanks to the care of the Nanling Camp, Wang Hua also earned a lot of money by blacksmithing.

It may not be possible to become extremely rich, but it is possible to not work for a few years and still have enough food and drink.

However, when the Nanling camp left, they left behind almost all the old weapons, which made Wang Hua feel a little sad.

Because among them, there are several that he made.

Unfortunately, compared with the fourth-grade product made by Jiang Lin, it is really not worth mentioning.

Jiang Lin didn't have much to say about this. They were all adults, so there was no need for him to run and comfort him.

Besides, my brother-in-law's skills still need to be honed, and at present he can only barely pass the standards of regular tests.

However, those weapons were not wasted. Jiang Lin sent people to collect them. After being re-forged and hammered, they were made into weapons of the first grade, lower seventh grade, and middle fifth grade, and sold to other military camps.

Jiang Lin looked down upon these weapons, but people from other military camps were very jealous of them.

Tens of thousands of weapons were exchanged for nearly three million taels of silver.

Jiang Lin distributed ten percent of the silver to the people in the blacksmith camp. After all, they helped a lot.

All in all, the elite blacksmiths each received over a thousand taels, the reserve team masters received three or four hundred taels, and the ordinary blacksmiths received about one hundred or eighty taels.

Everyone admired Jiang Lin's generosity and magnanimity.

Working for Lord Jiang is really a life of luxury.

When Yan Tianrong found out about this, the steward just smiled bitterly and said nothing.

What can he do? That is Jiang Lin and Nanling Camp’s business. The Ministry of War doesn’t care, so why should he care?

However, this made him, as the clerk of the foundry department, seem a little stingy, as he had not received any additional salary in all these years.

Jiang Lin didn't care what Yan Tianrong thought. He took the remaining 90% of the silver to the Watchtower.

Part of it was used to pay the reward for attacking and killing the masters of Thunder Eagle Castle.

During this period of time, Thunder Eagle Castle had a miserable life.

A large number of masters above the seventh rank were attacked and killed, and dozens of masters at the eighth and ninth ranks died.

There is no one left at the top of the martial arts ladder, and the ordinary disciples below are now very low-key when they go out.

Once you cause trouble, you will be beaten up immediately.

Thunder Eagle Castle was usually too overbearing and had made countless enemies, so it was normal for it to be kicked when it was down.

When Jiang Lin arrived at the Zuowang Tower, Tian Daheng was about to tell him about this.

"The Lord of Lei Castle just killed two ninth-rank ghostwriters a few days ago. I heard that he is heading to Kyoto City. I'm afraid he will cause trouble for you." Tian Daheng said.

The news that the Nanling camp was heading to the border had spread throughout the world after many days.

Previously, Lei Hexuan was concerned about Liao Mingxu and did not dare to act recklessly. Now that he no longer has the protection of the Nanling camp, he naturally has to warn Jiang Lin not to forge weapons for those ghostwriters.

Otherwise, if this continues, within a year or two, Leiying Fort will be wiped out from the world.

Jiang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He said, "If he wants to come, then he can come. It won't be a problem."

Tian Daheng nodded and didn't say much.

A month or two ago, Lei Hexuan's name could still scare people, but now...

Lord Jiang has reached the eighth level of the Yuanwu realm. Even if he doesn't know anything else, he can still defeat Lei Hexuan by crushing him with his realm alone.

It would be fine if Lord Lei didn't come, but if he really dared to come, he would suffer a great loss!
"I have recently hunted eight second-grade monsters and one third-grade monster. They are all ready for you. There are also some martial arts secrets. Please take a look at them first."

Hundreds of secret books were sent over. Jiang Lin sat on the chair, drinking tea and flipping through them.

These secret books, which are of medium quality at the lowest and high quality at the highest, improve his cultivation silently.

After reading hundreds of secret books, his aura improved significantly, and he estimated that he had reached the peak of the eighth level of Yuanwu Realm.

Jiang Lin glanced at his own information: Knife Skills Lv6, Sword Skills Lv6, Fist Skills Lv6, Palm Skills Lv6, Cudgel Skills Lv5, Gun Skills Lv6, Leg Skills Lv6.

Basically all martial arts skills have reached level 6. Unfortunately, those that were originally level 6, such as swordsmanship and boxing, have not been upgraded.

The main reason is that there are not enough cheats and the types are relatively scattered.

But for Jiang Lin, it is enough for now.

With strength several times greater than that of an ordinary person, combined with these martial arts skills, even if a ninth-grade Yuanwu realm master came, he might not be able to win.

When I looked up again, Tian Daheng and his men were already waiting there.

There was a box beside him. When he opened it, there were all kinds of messy fragments inside.

Tian Daheng said respectfully: "We have sent people to search for fragments everywhere these days, but we have little time and not enough people, so we have only collected these. Among them, there are a total of 103 pieces of top-grade materials, 32 pieces of low-grade treasure weapon-level fragments, 17 pieces of medium-grade treasure weapon-level fragments, and 8 pieces of low-grade spiritual weapon-level fragments. The total cost is silver..."

Jiang Lin nodded slightly after listening to this. Although Tian Daheng's martial arts skills were not very high, he had a keen eye.

Be reliable and efficient.

The most important thing is to be obedient.

He did whatever Jiang Lin asked him to do, and so far he had not made any concessions.

"Well done. However, as for the fragments, as long as the quality is similar, we will prioritize variety. The more the better." Jiang Lin praised.

Tian Daheng smiled and said, "It's all because of the better weapons you gave us. Now Zuowang Tower is quite famous in some places. By next year, it may become a third-rate force or above."

In addition to top forces such as the One Palace, Two Gates and Three Forts, there are also first-rate, second-rate, third-rate, and even ninth-rate gangs in the world.

Third rate may not sound high, but it is not small in Daqian.

Tian Daheng said that he was very confident that Zuowanglou could reach the level of a third-rate force next year.

"Third-rate weapons are not enough. We need to expand as quickly as possible while ensuring our reputation." Jiang Lin said, "If you need good weapons, just tell me and I'll give you as much as you want. I'm not short of silver at the moment. As long as you can find what I want, I'll give you as much as you want."

After this period of observation, Jiang Lin has already trusted Tian Daheng very much.

Before, I was thinking of controlling these gangsters by squeezing toothpaste, but now it seems that there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Because his own strength is strong enough, even if he gives nothing, he can still gather a large number of people around him.

"Yes!" Tian Daheng nodded quickly and said that he would try his best to reach a second-rate force next year.

"Okay, then I won't stay long." Jiang Lin stood up and said.

Tian Daheng and his companions quickly sent him out and sent someone to take the things to the South Blacksmith Camp in a car.

The harvest this time was pretty good. Whether it was the remains of the third-grade monster or the pile of fragments, they could bring a lot of help to Jiang Lin.

I estimate that the mid-grade spiritual weapon arrows in my hand can be upgraded into a few chaos arrows.

When they arrived near the South Blacksmith Camp, Yuan Bingqi suddenly jumped out from behind a tree, grabbed Jiang Lin, and said urgently: "Something happened!" "What happened?" Jiang Lin saw that he looked flustered and said, "Don't panic, explain clearly!"

"Thunder Eagle Fort! The fort master of Thunder Eagle Fort brought people to look for you. They looked like they were looking for trouble. They injured several people right away. Master Qi asked me to sneak out and give you a tip-off. Do you want to ask Lord Yang and the others for help first?"

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows. When he was sitting in the watchtower, he heard Tian Daheng say that Lei Hexuan might come to see him. He didn't expect him to come so soon.

"No one died, right?" Jiang Lin asked.

"Not yet." Yuan Bingqi replied.

Jiang Lin nodded. As long as no one died, there was still room for maneuver.

If someone really died, he might really want to make Thunder Eagle Castle disappear on the spot.

"There's no need to go to Lord Yang's place. This is just the Thunder Eagle Fort." Jiang Lin said as he stepped forward.

Yuan Bingqi followed behind and said, "He didn't come alone, he was accompanied by a lieutenant general."

"It's okay." Jiang Lin remained unmoved.

The title of a third-rank lieutenant general can only be used to scare mice, but it can't scare him.

Lei Hexuan obviously thought that after the Nanling camp left, no one would protect Jiang Lin anymore, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Unfortunately, he got one thing wrong. Jiang Lin is no longer as easy to control as he was before.

Although an eighth-rank inspector is far inferior to a third-rank lieutenant general, Jiang Lin is very clear that his own value is far beyond what can be expressed by his official position.

Since Yu Shuai could use him to make deals with the Ministry of Industry, even if he was just a tool, not everyone could mess with him.

A moment later, Jiang Lin entered the South Blacksmith Camp and saw a group of people blocking the door of the blacksmith shop with an arrogant attitude.

Dozens of blacksmiths and apprentices fell to the ground, screaming in pain, with blood all over their heads, looking seriously injured.

But no one dared to help them. The people from Thunder Eagle Fort were blocking the door with weapons in hand. Anyone who dared to move would be beaten.

That is to say, the Southern Blacksmith Camp has been in the spotlight recently, and the lieutenant general who came from an unknown camp was cautious and did not let them go too far.

Otherwise, more than a dozen heads would have fallen to the ground by now.

Lei Hexuan and the lieutenant general stood at the front, talking and laughing, as if they were having fun in the Southern Blacksmith Camp. It was just an ordinary little thing and nothing surprising.

Qi the blacksmith and others were forced to kneel in the blacksmith camp and dared not stand up.

Such humiliation makes many people angry, but what can they do?

They are just blacksmiths, and in terms of skills, they cannot compare to these people in the martial arts world.

In terms of status, a third-rank lieutenant general is enough to overwhelm them.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Lin suddenly became angry.

Perhaps it's because he has been with Liao Mingxu and his group of border troops for a long time, or perhaps it's because his status and strength have improved, Jiang Lin doesn't want to suffer any grievances now.

Especially that lieutenant general, who made him even more angry.

After all, Jiang Lin was also on the border army's roster and is a member of the same army. Are you helping an outsider?

He said nothing and walked straight towards his shop.

The noise of walking attracted everyone's attention. When they saw Jiang Lin coming back, a voice immediately came from the blacksmith shop: "Master Jiang!"

The people from Thunder Eagle Fort turned around and saw that it was Jiang Lin, and immediately revealed malicious expressions.

Only Lei Hexuan and the lieutenant general were shocked when they saw Jiang Lin.

They didn't know that Jiang Lin had broken through several times and reached the eighth level of Yuanwu Realm.

But both of them were masters of the Yuanwu realm and could sense the terrifying aura in Jiang Lin's body.

But Lei Hexuan was not afraid, because the last time he came, Jiang Lin was not even at the peak of martial arts.

It's only been a short time. No matter how good your talent is, it's impossible for you to be stronger than me.

That aura probably meant that there was some treasure hidden on the body. Thinking of this, Lei Hexuan was not afraid, but instead felt a little greedy.

Thunder Eagle Castle has suffered heavy losses recently, and we must make up for it.

No matter what this young blacksmith has hidden on him, it all belongs to him, Lei Hexuan!
"Boy, I gave you a chance last time for the sake of Lieutenant General Liao. Why don't you cherish it!" Lei Hexuan said.

Jiang Lin didn't even look at him and continued walking on his own.

Being ignored like this, Lei Hexuan's face suddenly darkened: "The Nanling camp has already set out to the border, do you think there is still anyone who can protect you!"

Jiang Lin still chose to ignore it and stepped into the shop.

The lieutenant general said, "Master Jiang, I know you have extraordinary skills. The Lord of Thunder Castle came here today for no other reason than to ask you not to exchange weapons with the people who attacked Thunder Eagle Castle. How about giving me a favor and letting this matter go?"

Most of the forty-eight camps in Kyoto are military camps stationed locally.

If you can say that they are the direct descendants of the Ministry of War, then they can be considered as such, but because their combat effectiveness is not high enough, they cannot enter the core circle.

At least they are not aware of many confidential matters.

If the lieutenant general knew that Jiang Lin was Marshal Yu's bargaining chip for a deal with the Ministry of Works, he would never have come.

Unfortunately, he is not qualified to know this.

Jiang Lin picked up the big bow in the shop, and casually picked up a medium-grade spiritual arrow and put it on the bowstring.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin pulled the bowstring for half a month, his expression cold: "I'll give you three seconds to get out of the South Blacksmith Camp."

He was already being very considerate by not asking this group of people to kowtow before leaving.

However, how could Lei Hexuan and others leave? Some people even sneered in disdain.

Just a blacksmith.

Last time I was afraid of the border troops, do you really think I’m afraid of you?
Lei Hexuan laughed in anger and said, "What an arrogant blacksmith! Do you really think you are a frontier soldier? If I don't leave, what can you do?"

Jiang Lin didn't waste time talking to him. He immediately pulled the bowstring tighter and then released it.

Zheng——

With the bowstring rebounding and a metallic sound, the middle-grade spiritual weapon arrow shot out like a meteor.

A large amount of heaven and earth energy was instantly mobilized, attached to the arrow, and transformed into a terrifying storm, sweeping towards everyone in Thunder Eagle Castle.

Lei Hexuan and the lieutenant general suddenly changed their expressions and shouted in surprise: "Yuanwu Realm?"

How could it be the Yuanwu realm!
How can a mere blacksmith have such high skills?
And what kind of arrow was that? Before it even reached them, it gave them an irresistible feeling of terror and oppression.

Lei Hexuan roared, drew the sword from his waist, and gathered all his strength.

He wanted to draw on the energy of heaven and earth to help himself, but found that the surroundings were like a quagmire.

The vitality of heaven and earth had been drawn away by Jiang Lin's mid-grade spiritual arrow. There was a seven-grade difference in their cultivation levels, so there was no way they could win.

"Impossible! How could his cultivation be higher than mine!" Lei Hexuan's face was filled with fear, and his heart was broken.

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