Commanding Wind and Cloud

Clang! There was a roar of metal collision, and sparks scattered like brilliant fireworks in midsummer.

Flanlin suddenly shuddered, just for a moment! The moment when Qi Jin hit that hammer, he felt that what was standing in front of him was not Qi Jin, but the eternal statue of Ovilan that was alive! Hit a perfect arc! That hammer seems to contain infinite changes! That hammer is the real art!

clang... clang... clang...

Mo Jin raised the hammer and dropped it, and gradually began to feel a little bit free and easy. After only ten hammers, he stopped hitting, and a piece of eighth-grade fine iron quietly appeared in front of him.

Flanlin looked at the drive, and unknowingly, tears flowed out. His eyes were full of fanatical admiration and emotion, and his hands holding the bellows were trembling again and again.

Over the years, Flanlin frequently recalled the statue of Auweilan he saw, but he still couldn't understand the truth of skill contained in the statue, just now! Under the vigorous hammering, Fralin suddenly understood! He figured out many problems that he had never been able to figure out. Although he couldn't hit the hammer with such vigor, he still felt that he had improved!

This feeling is very magical, as if I couldn't figure it out for a moment, the closed door was rushed open by a mad bull one after another.

"Motivation...motivation...me, can I hit once?"

Shrugging vigorously, he took out the eighth-grade fine iron, stood aside and watched Flanlin forging the iron hard, the hammer spattered sparks one after another, Flanlin soon had bean-sized beads of sweat flowing all over his body.

After a while, Fralin stopped the hammer, wiped the sweat off his head, looked at the iron spirit in front of him, and began to cry.

Momentum was taken aback by Fralin's actions, wouldn't it? Isn't this reaction too intense?

The loud cry caused Francie, who had just walked into the sales equipment room, to run quickly, shouting, "What's the matter? Brother, what's the matter?"

"Franci..." Franlin knelt on the ground, pointed to the fine iron in front of him, and said out of breath, "Brother, look..."

"This is... a level three refined iron?" Francie looked at Franlin in complete incomprehension.

"I made this..." Flanlin excitedly picked up the still-hot grade-three fine iron, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and carefully cared for it: "I made it."

"What?" Francie stared like a small hammer: "How is this possible?"

Ke Jin stood aside and scratched his head in embarrassment, what is this called? I bought a piece of eighth-level refined iron. I wanted to surprise Flanlin, but I didn't expect to be robbed of the limelight by a piece of third-level refined iron.

"Brother, I'm a third-level blacksmith, I'm a third-level blacksmith!" Flanlin sobbed, "Although I haven't gone to the trade union to obtain qualifications, I'm really a third-level blacksmith."

"Brother, congratulations."

Ke Jin looked at the two brothers who were hugging each other and crying, and even shook his head and sighed helplessly. If he didn't know that the two met every day, he would have thought it was just a drama that happened when brothers who had been separated for decades finally met.

The two cried for a while, and Francie finally stopped crying and asked, "Brother, why did you suddenly become a third-level blacksmith?"

Flanlin wiped away his tears and said happily: "It's all because of motivation. He just forged iron has given me a lot of guidance."

"Motivation? How did he do it?" Francie was very curious. It had never been heard that a blacksmith's ability could suddenly be greatly improved by one person forging while the other stood by and watched.

"Motivation..." Flanlin looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Can you strike another piece of fine iron?"

Shrugging his shoulders vigorously, he picked up the hammer: "Light the fire, I'll hammer out another piece of eighth-grade refined iron."

"What?" The two brothers were stunned at the same time, only then did they see a piece of refined iron beside the bucket, and the quality was far higher than yesterday's fifth-grade refined iron!

"This this……"

The two brothers looked at each other for a long time, opened their mouths without speaking for a long time, and just kept wailing in their minds. What kind of young man did they meet? After working for a long time, they didn't use all their strength yesterday! No wonder, he refused Fabredis to worship a blacksmith as his master. This young man has such abilities at such an age, and his talent is astonishingly terrifying. Even if he doesn't learn from a teacher, if he is lucky enough to explore all the way, he can become a blacksmith within five years!

"I'm going to start."

Lift the hammer, inhale, run the blacksmith breathing method, lift the hammer, drop the hammer!

The Flanlin brothers were deeply shocked when they saw Qian Jin's hammering technique that was as if done in one go. This person seemed to be completely connected with one hammer. The hammer was no longer held in Qian Jin's hand, but connected with his blood, as if it were a part of his body!

Ten Hammers, the two Flanlin brothers were fascinated by the sight, and their eyes were even blurred, as if they were not looking hard at forging refined iron, but a master craftsman forging a peerless fighting outfit!

This time, neither Flanlin learned any hammer skills from it. The only feeling is that the energy is not like a level 8 blacksmith, but like a real blacksmith!

The two Flanlin brothers stared blankly at each other for a long time, and finally they said in unison, "I found a treasure..."

yes! I found a treasure! The Flanlin brothers were ecstatic. They thought they had found a second-level blacksmith, but the next day they told you that he was a fifth-level blacksmith. When you thought he was a fifth-level blacksmith, another day later they received the news that he was an eighth-level blacksmith.

Auckland... Oakland has never had an eighth-level blacksmith!

"I said...motivation..." Flanlin rubbed his palms back and forth: "It's better, why don't you just stop being a warrior. Maybe you can become a very great blacksmith."

"Blacksmith?" Gan Jin looked at the hammer in his hand, looked up at the glare of the sun, formed images, and flashed quickly in his mind. It was a scene he would never forget in his life!

"Motivation, the primary awakening of the Elf King's bloodline failed..."

In the small square full of people, a voice without any emotion slowly sounded, spreading to everyone's ears in this small small square.

Among the young people standing in the square, almost no one showed regret or happiness. Their eyes seemed to know the ending long ago, and no one even took a look at the handsome young man standing in the front row of the Zhimai family.

The team was divided into three groups, the middle group had the least number of people, and each person had the word "Zong" tattooed on their chests. The teams on both sides have 【branches】 stabbed on their chests.

"Big Brother..."

No one, no one cast a look of sympathy or encouragement, only cold contempt and disdain. In the Gan family, Zhimai is a group of people who are looked down upon by others. The only chance to stand up is to awaken the blood of the Elf King. If it fails...it will end like this.

"It's okay, don't be discouraged."

Generous and rough hands, slapping vigorous shoulders, and an old face full of wrinkles, this is his father Gan Cheng, a man who is just over forty years old, but looks like a sixty-year-old man, the identity of the branch and the ending of not awakening the blood, so he can only do his best to do business for the family, in exchange for the possibility that his son will not be looked down upon.

However, all of this...just now...during a bloodline awakening ceremony, was completely ruined by the family's regulations.

The bloodline has only one chance to wake up, and if it is lost, it will never wake up. This is the iron law of bloodline warriors!

"Gan Wushuang, the primary awakening of the Elf King's bloodline was successful..."

There was a series of exclamations from the quiet crowd, even the adults outside the square could not stop being surprised, so fast? Wake up immediately after opening the awakening array? This is also a rare situation in the history of the Gan family, and it is worthy of being a genius of this generation of the Gan family! Perhaps, the person who can complete the ultimate awakening this time is Qian Wushuang!

Standing on the stage of awakening, Gan Wushuang looked indifferently at the people in front of him. His whole body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath. The adult people in the distance below the stage could feel a tingling pain on their skin. This is the new generation of genius of the Gan family, and he is most likely to become the strongest man on the mainland again!

Not long after, another junior awakener of the Elf King appeared, and the crowd erupted in jubilation again. The Gan family was able to stand tall and become one of the three top aristocratic families, relying on the unique blood of the Elf King.

The names of several awakened losers appeared in the square, and the faces of the people were neither happy nor disappointed. Some of the Gan family members would be eliminated every time. These people would be in charge of the business in the future, and they would have something to eat. They would pass on the family line to the Gan family and give birth to better children. Maybe some people could awaken their bloodlines.

Every person who has successfully awakened at the elementary level immediately attracted the envy and praise of everyone, and they all raised their heads high and stood on the awakening platform. How could they not know what a successful awakening represents?

"Enthusiasm..."

"Father, it doesn't matter. It's okay to fail in awakening. As for taking over the family business, I don't think so. The children of the branch family can't really be valued in the family business."

"and you……"

"I plan to go to the Warrior Academy to study at my own expense. There are people in the world who are not blood warriors and can also become great warriors. I want to try..."

"But……"

"The living expenses provided by the family are not enough? It doesn't matter, I have hands and feet, and I will definitely become a great warrior. At that time, my father will not have to bend over to be a man in the Gan family." With a smile on his face, he stretched vigorously, and looked at the crescent moon in the sky with divine eyes: "Zhi family? Born in the Gan family, it looks very beautiful to outsiders, but I don't know that the branch of the Gan family is not as happy as ordinary people. Branch? It's really an annoying term."

"Energetic... Energetic... Energetic..."

Flanlin called a few times nervously, reawakening the enthusiasm that had fallen into memory.

"Blacksmith? Maybe it can bring me a good income and allow me to live a very good life, but it can't help my father regain his dignity!" Qi Jin looked at the hammer in his hand: "I must become the greatest warrior! Not for anything else! Just for my father! I want him to hold his head up, let him stand upright, let him look at everyone with pride, and let him proudly tell everyone, my son is motivated! He is my pride!"

Flanlin stared blankly at Qian Jin, it was a pair of persistent eyes that he had never seen before!

"This young man..." Flanlin breathed the hot atmosphere in the yard, and asked himself secretly, what kind of unknown past did he have?

"I want to become a warrior." The vigorous eyes moved from the hammer to Flanlin's face, and he said calmly and seriously: "Become a real warrior, the greatest warrior!"

"The greatest warrior? This road...is difficult." Francie didn't try to persuade her, her persistent eyes said everything, but it was simply impossible for someone who wasn't a blood warrior to become the greatest warrior.

Don't want the ultimate awakening among the three ultimate bloodline warriors. Except for the three ultimate demon bloodline warriors of the demon race, there is no one invincible. Even other bloodline warriors are not something ordinary people can contend with.

"There must be a miracle, there must be..." Motivation looked at Francie's lonely eyes: "I know what you are thinking. There must be a miracle, there must be... even ordinary people can live a brilliant life! Uncle, pull the bellows. I will buy a few more pieces of five-level fine iron, and I should go to Fabredis."

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