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

Chapter 93 Are You a Monster?

There are nine ranks in martial arts, and most people in the army are barely at the first rank, while those at the second rank are qualified to be captains.

A thousand households like Han Shichuan was only of the fourth rank.

It is rare for an ordinary blacksmith to reach the level of martial arts. In the entire foundry department, only the blacksmith Yu Maoming has reached the fifth-level fish-dragon realm. Although it seems extraordinary, he is actually still far from the peak of the ninth level of martial arts.

One can imagine Miao Chuanfu's surprise.

Zhao Yankui and the others were awakened, breathing heavily, breathing out a strong smell of alcohol, and walked over to ask, "What happened?"

"Someone has broken through to the Fish Dragon Realm. Do you have such a master in your Southern Blacksmith Camp?" Miao Chuanfu asked.

Zhao Yankui was stunned by what he heard and almost sobered up.

Fish-dragon realm?
Isn't that the same realm as Master Sijiang?

Where can we find such a master in the Southern Blacksmith Camp?

Miao Chuanfu seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed slightly: "Could it be the remnants of Xuanhua Dao?"

Zhao Yankui also became nervous. Rather than believing that a blacksmith had broken through to this level, he believed that some remnants of the Xuanhua Dao had sneaked in.

Miao Chuanfu looked solemn and immediately led the drunken soldiers towards the blacksmith shop.

Zhao Yankui gritted his teeth and called out to Qi the blacksmith and others to follow.

If it is really the remnants of the evil that have come to the South Blacksmith Camp to cause trouble, if I don’t do something, I will be in big trouble in the future.

When Yuan Bingqi entered the South Blacksmith Camp, he happened to see a group of people rushing towards the blacksmith shop.

He was a little confused. What were these people doing?
Curious, he followed behind.

Soon, a group of people came to the blacksmith shop. Before they had time to check the situation, they heard familiar and anxious shouts.

"Master Wei!"

Zhao Yankui's heart skipped a beat: "It's Jiang Lin's voice!"

Miao Chuanfu's face also tensed up. Master Wei? Did they encounter thieves from Xuanhua Dao?

"Draw your sword!" Miao Chuanfu shouted.

The tense atmosphere made the soldiers wake up quickly. With a rustling sound, they drew their weapons and were ready to go.

Just then, a figure rushed out of the blacksmith shop.

His figure was strong and well-proportioned as if he was made of copper and iron. The powerful aura that came towards him made Miao Chuanfu raise his knife to chop him without hesitation.

Zhao Yankui, who was following behind, saw the face of the figure clearly and was horrified: "Captain, please spare his life!"

But speaking is not as fast as swinging a knife, and the knife in Miao Chuanfu's hand has already fallen.

The one who ran out was Jiang Lin.

He was holding the old man Wei, who had lost too much blood, in his arms. He couldn't free his hands to resist, so he could only grit his teeth and take it with his head.

At this moment, Miao Chuanfu realized that he had hacked the wrong person, and his whole body suddenly turned cold.

He clenched his teeth, and his falling arms made crackling sounds under the heavy weight, as if they were about to be broken by the huge reverse force.

Despite this, the blade still landed on Jiang Lin's head.

boom--

With a crisp sound, the blade seemed to have hit hard copper and iron and bounced off directly.

Miao Chuanfu felt an explosive pain in the base of his thumb and a powerful rebound force, like a sledgehammer hitting his body.

He stepped back seven or eight steps, his hand holding the knife trembling. He looked up with horror, but he could still feel the breath like the beating of a war drum, making him panic.

Looking at Jiang Lin, who was holding Old Man Wei in his arms and standing there like a bronze tower, Miao Chuanfu couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Is this the fifth-grade fish dragon realm?"

Zhao Yankui and others saw this and quickly surrounded him: "Jiang Lin!"

Zhao Yankui was horrified when he saw the boy's body shrink but his aura increased instead of decreasing. How could this feeling be like looking up to Master Craftsman?
Jiang Lin had no time to exchange pleasantries with them, and even less time to care about the dull pain in his head, he said urgently: "Master Wei has lost too much blood, he needs immediate medical attention!"

Zhao Yankui and others then noticed that Old Man Wei looked pale and in danger.

"What's going on?" Miao Chuanfu also came over and asked, rubbing his wrist.

"I don't know. When I opened my eyes, I saw him lying next to me." Jiang Lin said.

"If you lose too much blood, you can use Qi and Blood Pills to nourish yourself." Zhao Yankui said.

Jiang Lin smiled bitterly: "No more."

"No more?" Zhao Yankui paused as he stretched out his hand, a little stunned: "Don't you have nine?"

"Used together with Tiger Soul Pill." Jiang Lin explained.

Zhao Yankui was dumbfounded. He knew that the Tiger Soul Pill needed to be used together with the Qi and Blood Pill, but did it really need nine pills?

Even Miao Chuanfu was shocked: "When you used the Tiger Soul Pill, you also used nine Qi and Blood Pills?"

Seeing Jiang Lin nod, Miao Chuanfu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you a monster?"

Others use three at most, four is the limit at most, nine?
Never heard of it!

Looking at the pale-faced old man Wei, Miao Chuanfu seemed to understand something. Could it be that the nine Qi and Blood Pills were not enough, so Mr. Wei used his own blood to make up for it?
With waves of turmoil in his heart, Miao Chuanfu no longer knew what to make of this young man.

But now it is too late to shock Jiang Lin's extraordinary physique. The important thing to do first is to save old man Wei.

But Qi and Blood Pills are not common, and considering Old Man Wei’s condition, I’m afraid he can’t withstand this ordeal.

At this moment, a voice reached everyone's ears: "I have Qi and Blood Pills here."

Everyone turned to look and saw Yuan Bingqi walking quickly towards them with a round pill in his hand.

Zhao Yankui was a little surprised at his arrival, but he still stepped forward immediately to take the pill.

Yuan Bingqi clasped his hands together and looked at Jiang Lin under Zhao Yangkui's puzzled gaze.

"They can forge high-quality weapons because of the iron you burnt?" Yuan Bingqi asked.

"It's already this time and you're still asking this kind of question. Saving people is more important!" Zhao Yankui said anxiously.

Yuan Bingqi was not moved at all. Even if Miao Chuanfu put a knife to his neck, he had to get the answer first.

Jiang Lin nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the iron I burn is of very high quality."

Yuan Bingqi nodded, then threw the Qi and Blood Pill over and said, "After saving the man, burn a piece of iron for me."

Jiang Lin took the Qi and Blood Pill in his hand: "Okay."

"Just swallow it directly!" Miao Chuanfu reminded.

Jiang Lin put Old Man Wei down, pried open his mouth, and stuffed the Qi and Blood Pill into his mouth.

The elixir immediately turned into rich blood energy and flowed into his body, gradually restoring the color to his face.

The breath that was originally so weak that it was almost undetectable gradually recovered.

Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Miao Chuanfu looked down at his wrist with dark bloodstains and couldn't help asking, "Jiang Lin, what realm have you reached? Why do you need nine Qi and Blood Pills? And you are too stubborn."

"If I wasn't tougher, you would have split me in half." Zhao Yankui said unhappily.

Although Miao Chuanfu was an eighth-rank military officer, much higher in rank than Zhao Yankui, it was normal for Zhao Yankui to feel resentful because his beloved disciple almost died.

Miao Chuanfu also understood this and said with a dry laugh: "I am just holding back."

Zhao Yankui did not pursue the matter any further. Looking at his disciple who had become "thinner" but had a noticeably more powerful aura, he could not help but reach out and hammer him twice.

Bang bang hard!
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