Commanding Wind and Cloud

It was dark before his eyes, and then brightened again.

Qi Jin has become accustomed to the way of entering this [Endless World] game. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar village. As usual, a few houses smoked from their homes.

Mo Jin didn't wander around half-heartedly this time, and went straight to Blake's blacksmith's shop.

With the experience of the previous two times, without waiting for blacksmith Black to say anything, he headed straight for the hot spring that could wash away his fatigue.

The miraculous hot spring once again instantly washed away the fatigue on Gan Jin's body, and the tingling muscles returned to normal again, and all he could feel was the explosive power contained in it.

Black squatted at the door, leaning his back against the ventilated door with cracks, staring at the ground with sleepy eyes without raising his eyes, silently smoking his pipe: "Today, I have nothing new to teach you. Continue to practice the hammer from last time. When is it good enough? When will I learn other things."

"By the way..." Blake pointed to the shelf behind Ke Jin with the tobacco rod in his hand: "From today on, don't use the old hammer anymore. Change to the No. 2 hammer..."

number two? Motivated to look along Black's pipe, the No. 2 hammer he was referring to was at least a hundred catties heavier than the one he used before, right? This old blacksmith is really ruthless, adding a hundred catties for one increase?

"Don't forget, blacksmith breathing method."

Black opened his dim sleepy eyes as a reminder, his body shrank slightly and began to smoke without saying a word.

Grinning vigorously while holding the hammer that weighed one hundred catties more, the strength he had grown so easily these days was completely offset by the extra one hundred catties that had been added out of thin air.

Taking a deep breath of flame breath and wandering through those dead orifices in the body, the muscles of the energetic shoulders and neck stretched one after another, and the heavy and huge hammer was raised high, starting a new round of hammering.

The hammer added new weight, and Qian Jin found that the lines and angles he could hit smoothly yesterday were completely out of shape at this moment.

I thought that it was almost time to fully master the skill of this first hammer. Unexpectedly... Jin Jin smiled bitterly, and raised the hammer again.

Hot sparks splashed in the small courtyard, and the sound of metal collision became the only music in the small courtyard.

One hour……

"Your forging proficiency has increased, your blacksmithing level has increased by one level, and your strength has increased a little."

two hours...

"Your forging proficiency has improved, and your strength has increased a little."

three hours……

"Your forging proficiency has increased, your blacksmithing level has increased by one level, and your strength has increased a little."

"The player is motivated and successfully forged a first-level iron essence."

Black looked at the brilliant metal sparks fired by the energy again, his hazy eyes burst into surprise and joy, and he quickly raised his hand and shouted: "Stop."

In just three hours, Qi Jin felt as if his body was going to be drained dry. Fighting strength, blacksmithing breathing method, and brute force of the body were all consumed by these three hours.

Holding the cigarette rod in his left hand, Black turned around twice around the drive, his eyes nodding frequently, his eyes bursting with joy.

Blake's vigor was akin to the way a father-in-law looked at his son-in-law, and his heart was terrified. For a while, he even forgot the observation level of the calling system.

"Very good! Very good!" Blake touched Mo Jin's arm and nodded again and again: "Unexpectedly, you have reached the tenth level blacksmith so quickly, very good!"

A tenth-level blacksmith? Hearing this, Mo Jin felt as if his strength recovered a lot in an instant. He thought it would take a few days to become a tenth-level blacksmith, but he never thought that just because he changed to a big hammer and practiced his weird blacksmithing skills, he could reach the tenth-level blacksmith dreamed of by countless blacksmiths so quickly.

"So..." Qi Jin pointed to his nose, and asked in disbelief, "I'm a tenth-level blacksmith? I'm a blacksmith."

"That's right! You are a tenth-level blacksmith." Blake shook his head after nodding with his hands behind his back: "However, you are not a blacksmith yet."

"Aren't I already a tenth-level blacksmith? Why am I not a blacksmith?"

Driven Blake with perplexity, according to the old blacksmith Franlin's explanation, a tenth-level blacksmith is a blacksmith. Why did Blake say that he is not a blacksmith?

"A tenth-level blacksmith is a tenth-level blacksmith, and a blacksmith is a blacksmith." Blake sat on the ground, roasted the tobacco pot on the stove, and took a puff of tobacco, making the tobacco burning in the tobacco pot flickering: "A tenth-level blacksmith is the person closest to a blacksmith, but he is not a real blacksmith. To become a real blacksmith, you need to go through a trial. If you can complete it, you can become a real blacksmith."

Trial! Another trial! Jin Jin found that whether it was in the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy of the Zhence Dynasty or in this endless world, he couldn't get rid of the trial.

"What is a real blacksmith? You just need to have a tenth-level blacksmith? Maybe it's like this in other places, but it's different here." Black raised his chin slightly, his hazy eyes showed incomparable pride and arrogance, and he seemed to be condescending: "There should be many real blacksmiths, such as primary maintenance of fighting soldiers, personally searching for minerals, forging iron essence, completing the production of fighting soldiers by one person, matching fire wood and charcoal, etc..."

"Repair fighters? I will do this." Keji remembered the resurrection of fighters for the Oakland Guardian: "I still know how to wash the front."

"Front Cleansing? What does it have to do with maintaining fighters?" Black frowned and said in puzzlement, "If a sword-shaped fighter is broken in half, what's the use of your Cleansing Fronts?"

Scratching his head embarrassingly, he really couldn't do anything about it. It seems that the maintenance he understood was not exactly the same in Blake's eyes.

"Take this here..." Blake felt in his bosom, and took out a book with a yellowish skin that was so dilapidated that it might fall apart at any time: "Take a look at this prospecting technique first."

Mining prospecting is a special science. Although humans and demons have made great efforts in this area, they are still far inferior to the barbarians living in the northern part of the Zhence Dynasty. Several of them have a natural intuition for prospecting. The knowledge that almost everyone learns from childhood is to understand different geology, various rock layers, and surrounding mountains and rivers.

According to rumors, the barbarian miners, in addition to learning all kinds of prospecting knowledge, seem to have a special ability to explore minerals.