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

Chapter 97: I Really Can’t Do This

While Jiang Lin was working hard to eliminate the defects of the hammer, Yuan Bingqi had already arrived with a donkey cart.

Seeing that he really came with a lot of gifts and seemed to be planning to settle here, Zhao Yankui walked over and said, "The South Blacksmith Camp suffered a disaster before, and the Repair Department has not yet completed the repairs. I'm afraid you will have to squeeze in with others."

"It's okay. We are all gentlemen. It's no big deal." Yuan Bingqi said, and bowed to the people who gathered around him curiously, "From now on, Yuan is also a member of the Southern Blacksmith Camp. Please give me more guidance."

The blacksmiths all hurriedly bowed in return, feeling quite excited.

Jiang Lin actually managed to "coax" the master chef from the East Blacksmith Camp here. If this news gets out, won't the other blacksmith camps be in an uproar?

Blacksmith Tang said with a smile: "If all the masters in the blacksmith camp can come here, I will be willing to do it even if the quality ironware is gone."

"That's a nice thought." Blacksmith Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Apart from people like Yuan Bingqi who were devoted to improving their skills, other master craftsmen probably wouldn't be so cruel as to give up their current status.

"Come on, come on, everyone, help us find a place for our Master Yuan to live!" Zhao Yankui shouted.

"Stay at my place." Blacksmith Qi walked over, loosened the ropes of the donkey cart, and started moving things into the house.

The other blacksmiths also reacted and rushed forward to carry the things down.

It is not easy for a master craftsman from the East Blacksmith Camp to join the South Blacksmith Camp. We must not let him run away!
With so many people helping, it was done in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Bingqi looked around and asked, "Where's Master Jiang?"

To be honest, it was a bit awkward to hear him call out the three words "Master Jiang".

But Yuan Bingqi himself didn't think there was anything wrong with it, let alone others.

"Master Jiang is in the blacksmith shop. He said he wanted to re-forge his iron tools." Blacksmith Qi replied.

Yuan Bingqi nodded and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Considering that he had just arrived, Zhao Yankui and others accompanied him.

When the group arrived at the blacksmith shop, they saw Jiang Lin frowning, as if he was unhappy about something.

A few people walked over, and Zhao Yankui saw this and asked, "Why do you look so miserable? What trouble did you encounter?"

"I've encountered some troubles indeed." Jiang Lin sighed, picked up the hammer on the anvil and said, "Master, it looks like I really need to forge a new set of iron tools instead of simply remelting them."

Zhao Yankui looked over and saw that the hammer in Jiang Lin's hand was about the same size as his fist.

If you call it a sledgehammer, it's a bit small, and if you call it a small hammer, it's a bit big, and it seems neither fish nor fowl.

“You are…” Zhao Yankui was about to ask him what kind of hammer he was using, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t say any more.

He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes hard, then looked again, nothing had changed.

Yuan Bingqi, who was standing next to him, had already snatched the hammer away, took a closer look, and then looked at Jiang Lin in surprise: "Did you do this?"

"Well, I originally wanted to refine it again to improve the quality, but I didn't expect it to shrink so much."

Jiang Lin's look of disgust made Yuan Bingqi open his mouth wide, speechless.

Not to mention him, even Qi the blacksmith and a few other familiar people were all staring at the weird hammer in amazement.

On the hammer, four entropy patterns are clearly visible!

Middle fifth grade!
Like Zhao Yankui, they all rubbed their eyes several times before they were sure they were not seeing things.

They wanted to say something, but the turmoil in their hearts made them feel dry and thirsty.

My throat seemed to be stuck together and I couldn't speak.

The middle fifth grade is not a particularly high quality, but if it is made of ordinary iron, the meaning is completely different.

Even if Yu Maoming came in person, he couldn't do it!

Before, Yuan Bingqi was a little proud of his status as a master chef, and felt that even if he didn’t have this title when he came to the Southern Blacksmith Camp, he should still be considered the best in terms of skills.

But now, he was a little confused.

It's understandable that Zhao Yankui can make a lower seventh-grade weapon out of ordinary iron, but what about a middle fifth-grade hammer?

Who can explain to him what's going on?

Zhao Yankui swallowed hard, feeling a stinging pain in his throat as if a needle was stuck. He coughed hard a few times, then spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Jiang Lin, this hammer... I'm not doubting your hammering skills, it's just..."

Thousands of words finally boiled down to five words.

"How did you do that?"

Jiang Lin lowered his hands, as humble as before: "Just like Master taught me, burn fire, hammer, and quench."

In the past, Zhao Yankui would be very happy to hear such words.

But now, I just feel my face a little hot.

He taught?
He did teach a little, but he couldn't do it to this extent!

Zhao Yankui was grunting like an old cow, and no one knew what he was going to say.

The blacksmith shop became unusually quiet.

Seeing everyone so shocked that they were speechless, Jiang Lin felt a little annoyed. Was he really trying too hard to attract attention?
If I had known the hammer would become like this, I would have stopped at the middle sixth grade.

At the same time, several master craftsmen from the East Blacksmith Camp have arrived at the Foundry.

"Yuan Bingqi went to the South Blacksmith Camp?" Yu Maoming was slightly surprised when he heard it.

He had heard from others that the Southern Blacksmith Camp was planning to recruit people, but he did not expect that the first person to go would be Yuan Bingqi.

"Master Master Ironsmith, the Southern Ironsmith Battalion has gone too far! They took advantage of Zhao Yankui being the deputy master ironsmith and are targeting our Eastern Ironsmith Battalion!"

"We cannot tolerate this! Please, Master Craftsman, make the decision for us!"

Seeing how indignant they were, Yu Maoming didn't know what to say and had to call Yuan Gaohao over.

Let him go to the South Blacksmith Camp and see what's going on.

Yuan Gaohao brought several master craftsmen from the East Blacksmith Camp and came to the South Blacksmith Camp, but found that the camp was almost empty.

Only the blacksmith shop was bustling with people and extremely lively.

A master chef from the East Blacksmith Camp said indignantly, "It must be Master Yuan demonstrating the Hundred Refining Technique to them, causing these people to shout and jump for joy!"

Although Yuan Gaohao was slightly biased towards the Southern Blacksmith Camp, the four major blacksmith camps were all his flesh and blood, so how much could he be biased towards them?

On the way to the blacksmith shop, he thought that if the Southern Blacksmith Camp really used some bad means to recruit Yuan Bingqi, he might have to order him to go back.

After all, the matter of Xuanhua Dao has not been settled yet, so nothing can go wrong.

When we arrived at the blacksmith shop, it was packed with people.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Gaohao asked.

The people at the outermost edge were all apprentices. When they saw him, they bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Master Yuan!"

Yuan Gaohao gestured and asked again, "What are they shouting inside?"

The apprentice looked proud, and said with his head held high: "In reply to Master Yuan, Master Jiang from our Southern Ironwork Camp has forged a fifth-grade ironware using ordinary iron. Master Zhao and other masters are all watching."

When these words were spoken, Yuan Gaohao and several master craftsmen from the East Blacksmith Camp were stunned.

They raised their hands at the same time and scratched their ears vigorously: "Say it again, what grade is it?"

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