Chapter 68: Divine Artifact First Request Member Click Recommend Vote

  The higher the warrior's combat level, the more combat energy is needed, and even in this endless world of constant battle, the rapid growth of combat energy has slowed down significantly.

  With a firm grip on the reins of his horse, he walked along the road back home. Soon, he discovered something that was beyond comprehension - those knife-wielding bandits from Knife Hand Mountain who had been slaughtered to the last man were somehow all revived?

  When he came, he was fighting his way in, and when he went back... Qianjin found himself having to kill his way back again.

  Entering the mountain stronghold, he dropped the hundred-year-old ice iron on his back. Jian Jin was too lazy to say anything else. Since they wanted to fight, then let's fight! The ninth-level warrior's fighting spirit flowed freely among the soldiers, and the snow-white saber flew up and down in the mountain stronghold.

  Two days had passed and Qian Jin stood outside the peaceful village gate, his body covered in bloodstains and his hand grasping the reins of his horse, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

  I thought it would be quick and easy to complete the task, but unexpectedly it took five days, during which I almost got killed by the knife-wielding gang several times or bitten to death by wolf packs.

  In just five days, Qianjin felt that he had learned more than in a year at the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy. This was not just an improvement in his warrior level, but rather a comprehensive upgrade of his warrior quality and skills.

  Even if we put aside his 9th level warrior ranking, Qian Jin is still confident that he is the most qualified warrior student among all the students.

  Pushing open the simple village gate, he strode quickly through the streets, rushing all the way into that dilapidated ironwork shop on the outskirts.

  Black, who was dozing off in the corner of the wall, saw Qianjin's arrival and a faint glimmer of surprise flashed across his eyes. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face showing a bit more wakefulness, patted the dust off his butt and stood up saying: "Back earlier than I expected. Where's Baiyin?"

  "After breaking through the icy iron on his back for a hundred years: 'Uncle, your map is drawn too well. I almost got killed by your map a hundred times.'"

  Black crouched on the ground, staring at Baiyin Tie, and said without raising an eyebrow: "Didn't you come back alive? If you died, it means you're not qualified to be a blacksmith, and you deserved to die."

  What? Dead and should be? Isn't this teaching a blacksmith? How does it sound like teaching a warrior? Dry and crisp raised an eyebrow just about to speak, when he saw the cigarette in Black's hand pointing at that dilapidated grass hut: "First bookshelf upon entering, left side topmost position first book, finish reading then come find me."

  "What's going on? Why all the secrecy?" Qian Jin muttered to himself as he walked into the thatched hut, and was immediately shocked by what he saw.

  Books! The room is filled with bookshelves! The bookshelves are packed with books!

  In a thatched cottage that seemed as if it might collapse at any moment, there were actually so many books inside that Qian Jin couldn't help but wonder if he had walked into the Qian family's study by mistake.

  Qianjin took down the first bookshelf, the top left position of the first book. It was a thin little booklet that looked like it had only a few dozen pages.

  The thick dust on top was blown away, and the words on the cover of the booklet finally appeared: "Illustrated Explanation of Forging a Horse-Killing Sword"

  "Oh?" Gan Jing hastily flipped open the booklet in his hand, the first page was a diagram of Ji Dou's beheading horse knife, and the second page was about the relationship between the length of the weapon and its own strength.

  A blade that is too long and wide can make the guandao weak, normally a three-foot-long and one-foot-wide guandao will be stronger than a five-foot-long and one-foot-wide guandao.

  To compensate for the blade being too long, it is necessary to thicken the knife body to a certain extent or choose higher-grade materials to increase the intensity that the combat knife can withstand during battle.

  After several pages of explanation about the strength of the war knife, followed by the production drawings of the slashing horse knife, almost every position indicates how much force should be used when forging and what number hammer is most suitable.

  Qianjin looked at the records in the book seriously and found that if he hadn't learned that very special hammering technique before, which laid a very solid foundation for himself, it would take at least half a year to understand and master the forging techniques inside, not like now, only three hours were needed to basically grasp the technique of forging the Zhan Ma Dao.

  Qianjin took out another book from the bookshelf, "Forging Basic Analysis (1)". This one talks more about theoretical generalities, such as each weapon having a different forging method, and it's not just about forging an outer shape, polishing it to create a sharp blade, and then calling it a weapon.

  At most, it can only be said to be a prop, rather than a real weapon!

  Qianjin looked at the big exclamation mark and suddenly found that he could feel the emotions of Blake when he wrote this exclamation mark.

  As I continued to read, the subsequent narrative was even more astonishing. Blake divided the requirements for a craftsman to manufacture a weapon into very fine details, including different combinations of charcoal, the size of bellows, various metal combinations, and even detailed divisions of weather and terrain.

  Compared to Franlin's ironwork, Gan Jing suddenly felt that Franlin was not even qualified as an apprentice blacksmith in Blake's eyes, and he had almost never done anything right.

  Suddenly, Jian Jin was attracted by several large characters: The Forging of Divine Weapons!

  Sacred artifact! It is said that whether it's a Dou soldier or a magical conductor, when they reach the highest level, they will be called sacred artifacts. They are not those ethereal and elusive divine spirits recorded in legends as weapons.

  A true master craftsman can forge invincible divine artifacts from ordinary iron!

  Powerful and majestic large characters, as if a battle knife thrusting into the heart of Qian, this sentence is not seen for the first time, it has been seen many times in the books of the Qian family before, legend has it that this is a proverb from the world of blacksmiths, unexpectedly Blake also agrees with this.

  "Bullshit!" The two extremely rude words occupied the entire second page. From these two huge words, Qian Jin could feel Blake's anger towards the previous sentence.

  "Ordinary iron is just ordinary iron. To forge a divine artifact, there's only one way: use the finest metal!"

  "So, as anyone who wants to become a divine craftsman should see any superior metal and find a way to obtain it! Otherwise, waiting until you have the foundation of forging divine artifacts but no metal, only then regretting, that is the biggest fool."

  "Haven't you finished reading yet?"

  In the yard, Blake's impatient roar rang out, and Qianjin hastily put down "Basic Analysis of Forging (1)" and ran quickly out of the thatched hut.

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