Douluo: I don't need Wuhun to fight you

Geng Xincheng, the main square, on the stage.

After Wang Lin controlled the flame of the stove to a certain temperature, he distributed the obtained raw materials.

Which materials can be tempered into refined iron, and which raw materials have the most plasticity, he classified them one by one.

Finally, hammer and melt one by one.

Wang Lin took out the frequently used forging hammer from the ring, picked up the red-hot iron block from the stove, and placed it in the hammering area of ​​the stove.

"The first soul skill, luck" muttered silently, and Wang Lin's 'own' martial soul possessed him, and golden light burst out from his whole body, enveloping him with golden air currents.

In the state of being possessed by the martial soul, all of Wang Lin's abilities have been multiplied.

With the blessing of the first soul skill 'Luck', Wang Lin has a higher success rate when forging, and the purity of the extracted metal is purer.

Keng ---

Keng----

Keng------

Wang Lin held a forging hammer and smashed it hard at the red-hot iron block.

The strength of each fall is gradually increasing, and sparks are flying.

In an instant, Sharingan opened.

Sharingan's excellent insight can not only see the flow of human soul power, but also clearly see the molecular structure of iron.

Therefore, every time Wang Lin hits the iron block with a hammer, it is very precise, which can greatly shorten the number of times of hammering.

Eight hammers.

Sixteen hammers.

32 hammer.

64 hammer.

When Wang Lin's hammering of the iron block came to the No.60 four-hammer, the red-hot iron block had faded red, and the impurities attached to the iron block were also refined by several hammers.

The black iron block, which was the size of a palm, became shiny silver and extremely lustrous, and its shape and thickness became what Wang Lin wanted.

"This... every hammer blow is so precise? There is no error?" Lou Gao has been watching Wang Lin's actions, "It only took 64 hammer blows to remove all the impurities?"

When Wang Lin swung the first hammer, Lou Gao found that the hammer head Wang Lin swung was very powerful and precise.

The second hammer and the third hammer were still so precise, each hammer hit the impurities that needed to be removed from the iron block.

"Even the teacher can't do such precise forging..." Silong, who was sitting on a chair nearby, was also shocked by Wang Lin's forging:

"To remove metal impurities, the most powerful blacksmith needs at least 81 64 hammers, and Wang Lin can be purified with [-] hammers? Isn't he a junior blacksmith?".

"Incredible..." An elder opened his mouth half-opened and shook his head, "His eyesight seems to be extraordinary!?"

On the stage, Wang Lin took out a mould, which was exactly the shape of a pistol, from the ring.

Pour the melted metal into the mould, Wang Lin then performs a series of treatments on the mould, and then puts it aside.

Next, start making bullets.

The finished product that Wang Lin wanted to forge during the assessment was a portable pistol.

Since the raw materials are not the most suitable, the pistol made by Wang Lin this time is very ordinary in power and relatively simple in structure.

After the elders at the guest table repeatedly lamented Wang Lin's miraculous skills, a scene that they couldn't understand appeared.

The forging hammer that Wang Lin took out earlier, as well as forging supplies such as moulds, Lou Gao and others could understand.

When Wang Lin took out a modern electric welding torch from the ring, all the elders were dumbfounded.

What kind of weapon is this?

Or is it a forging tool?

There is such a weird forging tool?

The continuous questions began to occupy Lou Gao's head, and what reflected in his eyes were sparks flying everywhere.

These flying sparks came from Wang Lin's weird pistol-like forging equipment.

After looking closely for a while, Lou Gao discovered that this weird forging tool has the strange ability to forcibly merge two pieces of metal, so convenient?

Lou Gao couldn't help shaking his head, as if he had forgotten that Wang Lin was just a junior blacksmith.

On the stage, Wang Lin has completed the forging of the barrel, pistol grip, transmitter buckle and other parts, and the internal structure of the pistol is basically finalized.

For some places that require electric welding, Wang Lin will use electric welding guns to stabilize them, and finally assemble all the parts.

After ten hours of forging, none of the contestants on the stage took a break, and none of the elders in the guest seats left the field.

Only some impatient spectators left batch after batch, and some planned to wait until the assessment time was over before coming back to see the results.

"Well...it seems that many excellent blacksmiths will be born in this assessment~~" Elder Whitebeard said, stroking his beard.

"Hahahaha~ Good! Good!" Another elder with a bolder personality gave a thumbs up to the stage, "It's really exciting!".

"That's right, this young man named Wang Lin showed excellent forging skills. We can't even understand some steps. He seems to have finished the finished product!" The elder frowned and looked at Wang Lin's stove.

"I just don't know what is the use of the finished product he forged?".

"Let's see!".

On the stage, Wang Lin assembled all the parts, and specially made a beautiful part of the pistol grip. After installing it, a perfect pistol was completed.

Due to the luck bonus effect, he was very lucky in the forging process and almost made no mistakes!

"P220 pistol, finished!" Wang Lin fiddled with the newly forged pistol in his hands, and took out the loaded bullets.

The assessment is over!

Silong loudly announced that the assessment time had come, and began to collect all the forged products of the contestants.

The staff brought the finished products of the contestants to Lou Gao in the guest seat one by one, and began to inspect the results.

"That's right! The purity of the hammered iron is quite high!" Lou Gao handed a piece of silver iron to his eyes, looked at it carefully, and then said loudly:

"Xiang Tuoshi, congratulations on your promotion from junior blacksmith to intermediate blacksmith. The head of the association will re-register your blacksmith level for you later!".

Hearing this, Xiang Tuoshi on the stage was elated and shouted ecstatically.

The finished products of intermediate blacksmiths have been appraised, and all the contestants who applied for the exam of "intermediate blacksmith" have been promoted successfully as they wished.

Next is the identification of finished products by senior blacksmiths.

The finished product identification of advanced blacksmiths is different from that of intermediate ones.

Because most of the finished products forged by senior blacksmiths have certain functions, which are the fruits of the blacksmith's labor.

Therefore, during the appraisal, the appraisers and contestants of the Blacksmiths Association have to enter a special closed room for appraisal.

In this way, the fruits of labor of the players can be well protected.

Whether the appraisal is passed, the appraiser will report the result to the top of the Blacksmiths Association.

Soon, the appraisal link came to Wang Lin's pistol.

Wang Lin followed the appraiser into the closed secret room and began to appraise the quality of the finished product, as well as its function and power.

"Okay, Mr. Wang Lin, what is the use of this strange weapon of yours?" It was Silong who was in charge of appraising Wang Lin.

Wang Lin put a few bullets into the pistol and said with a smile, "It is a very lethal long-range weapon. If the bullets sound within [-] meters, there must be blood!".

Hearing this, Silong stared at the gun in Wang Lin's hand.

From the appearance, Silong doesn't think the pistol made by Wang Lin is a weapon, and it doesn't have a sharp blade that can kill people, let alone a bowstring that shoots poisonous arrows.

It's more like a toy, a toy that pops bubbles when the trigger is pressed, it doesn't hurt or itch at all~

Silong was surprised at first, and then snorted, "Hehehe~ Then I really want to see, what kind of lethal power does this toy have!".

"Toys?" Wang Lin felt offended.

"Come on, Mr. Wang Lin, you can shoot at the four walls and try your long-range weapon, how much penetrating power it has!" Silong stretched out his hand towards the thick wall of the secret room, and said:

"The toughness of this wall can withstand the full blow of a soul sect!".

"if....".

Before Silong could finish speaking, Wang Lin immediately shot towards the ceiling of the secret room.

boom----

There was a muffled sound, extremely ear-piercing.

Even the audience outside the secret room and Lou Gao and others were startled by the sudden noise and sweated profusely.

Due to this production, Wang Lin did not add the noise reduction function by the way, so the dry sound of the bullets coming out of the gun directly suppressed Silong.

Silong, who hadn't finished speaking, was covered with sweat on his face, as if he had just experienced life and death, his mouth was trembling.

Silong slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

The thick wall that could withstand the full blow of the Soul Sect was pierced instantly, and the attack speed was invisible at all.

Swallowing hard, Silong was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lin fired another shot.

boom----

Another hole was punched in the ceiling of the secret room, Silong trembled and knelt down weakly.

Because if these two attacks hit him, he would not be able to see the trajectory of the attack clearly, and it would be impossible for him to prevent the attack that stopped abruptly and passed by in a flash.

Silong put his hands on the floor, his pupils gradually dilated in horror, and he couldn't help but think to himself, luckily... I didn't tell him to shoot me! ! !

The identification is over.