Douluo: random item drop

"Boss Shi San, just use this piece. I have my own use for the blood-refined piece." Zhengyang affirmed.

Seeing how determined Zhengyang was, Shi San couldn't help but persuade him.

"Little guy, a blacksmith's first forging hammer is very important. It may be related to the future forging career. Are you really sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure, I'll use this one."

"But, if this blood-refined mithril is forged into a hammer, it can even be integrated into the martial soul when your soul power level is high enough. It is equivalent to having a weapon that can be carried at any time. This is something that many soul masters are envious of. , Little guy, you must have listened to some unskilled blacksmith, right? Let me tell you, the benefits here..."

It was a little funny to watch Shi San chattering to Zheng Yang, but more importantly, he was touched. They were just friends, but they could care about him so much. Shi San, you are a good person.

"Boss Shi San, I know you are thinking about me and doing my best, but I really have my own plans. This blood-refined mithril will play a greater role, believe me."

Shi San still frowned and was very suspicious.

"Really?"

"Really! Brother Shi, that's what I call you. You can just call me Zhengyang. This is my sister Xiaowu."

Shi San finally sighed. This little guy had his own ideas, and he couldn't force him. He just hoped that his choice was correct.

"Okay, Zhengyang and sister Xiaowu, please go aside and rest. I will do my best to forge the best forging hammer from this piece of metal."

"Then thank you first, Brother Shi." Zhengyang clasped his fists.

Shi San waved his hand, picked up the metal and walked towards his special forging room.

"Xiao Wu, please sit over there and rest for a while." Zhengyang said.

"Ah? Brother Zhengyang, what are you going to do?"

"Forging, my forging hammer won't work for a while. Let's go practice first and make ten pieces of fine iron."

Xiao Wu was a little frustrated. She was just out for forging. She was really just forging. It turned out that she was really just forging. Why can't you take me to play?

"Brother Zhengyang~" Xiao Wu hesitated, and finally lowered his head.

"Is that so? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Drink more heat...it's hot here, and stand farther away." Zhengyang turned a corner forcibly, and Zhengyang's words seemed a little strange.

"Ah? Brother Zhengyang, I'm not interested. It's just that Xiao Wu wants to go out and play." Xiao Wu said coquettishly.

Under normal circumstances, Zhengyang would probably agree with a smile, but there was indeed something important at the moment, so he looked at Xiao Wu apologetically.

"Good boy, Xiao Wu, you can't do it this time. You heard the boss's request that day. I must get the alloy skills. That is responsible for our future. Do you understand?"

"Our future?" Xiao Wu murmured.

"That's right, our future!" Zhengyang nodded heavily, but later added in his heart, 'We are our future! '

"Well, Xiao Wu understands. Brother Zhengyang, go and do your work."

Xiao Wuyan smiled and Zhengyang rubbed her head.

"This is for you." Zhengyang said and took out a small bag made of bluesilver grass from his backpack.

"what is this?"

After fiddling with it back and forth, Xiao Wu didn't find anything new.

"Wallet, open it and take a look. It's a wallet I made with blue silver grass. Within twelve hours after each injection of soul power, I can sense the location of the wallet at any time. Otherwise, it will be a lot of trouble." Zhengyang explained.

Xiao Wu opened her wallet, and there were five gold soul coins lying quietly inside.

"Wow! Brother Zhengyang, five gold soul coins!" Xiao Wu said in surprise.

"Well, take it out and spend it, but you can't go too late, otherwise you won't have any pocket money in the future."

When Xiao Wu heard this, she immediately became happy, kissed Zhengyang on the left cheek, and then jumped out of the blacksmith shop.

"Hey, it's really annoying." Zhengyang sighed helplessly, as if he had forgotten the saliva on his cheeks and did not wipe it off...

After Xiao Wu left, Zhengyang wandered around the various workbenches in the blacksmith shop. The old masters forged iron quickly, and the metal quickly became a finished product on the forging table. Obviously, the masters all had some ideas on how to forge iron. The one who is fast depends on how to fight well, while the young master is quite law-abiding and constantly absorbs experience in forging.

After turning around, Zhengyang came to Fang Yong's forging platform.

"Are you still forging iron stones?" Zhengyang asked.

In other words, are you still removing impurities from the metal?

This sentence was actually quite provocative, but Fang Yong just stopped the forging in some decadence.

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

Zhengyang said nothing and did not deny that he came here with the intention of 'watching a joke'.

"Once the forging starts, it cannot be stopped midway, don't you know?" Zhengyang said.

Fang Yong clenched his fists.

"What? You want to fight? You can't beat me."

Zhengyang turned back to Fang Yong, who just took a deep breath, and then slowly released his fist.

He was right, he really couldn't beat him, he was the proud man of heaven, he was just a chick in the henhouse, there was no comparison.

"That's right. Don't show your anger at every turn. Even a six-year-old like me understands this."

Arriving at Fang Yong's workbench, Zhengyang picked up two five-kilogram hammers.

"It's a little heavier, but yesterday's three kilograms still suits you."

With an inexplicable word, Zhengyang lit up a fierce fire, and the iron block that was about to fade away from the red color immediately turned red. The heat wave hit Zhengyang and Fang Yong's faces, and Fang Yong subconsciously took a step back.

"Hey! This is my job..."

Fang Yong opened his mouth and reprimanded, but before he finished speaking, he noticed that Zhengyang's eyes became extremely focused, just like the forging last night, with the same focus.

"Is he so focused on forging ordinary metals?" Fang Yong said to himself.

Naturally, Zhengyang would not answer his thoughts. The iron block in front of him turned red all over in the fierce fire, and accompanied by the fall of the forging hammer.

"Oh!"

The iron block shed an extremely thick layer of black impurities, and fell to the forging table and turned into ashes.

Zhengyang's blow shocked many young old men who were resting, and two or three sparks were ejected from their long pipes.

"Look carefully, what does removing impurities mean?" Zhengyang reminded.

Fang Yong shook his head and got out of the shock.

"I-I'm watching!"

Zhengyang's lips curled up, and the second hammer fell brazenly.

"Oh!"

The previous hammer hammered out a thick layer of shell impurities, but this hammer caused sparks to fly, and the volume of the iron block instantly shrunk by 30%.

Fang Yong was already so shocked that he was about to curse, but after seeing the scene, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

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There will be another update soon....