Martial arts become gods

Chapter 13 First Grade Blacksmith
"Hehe, thank you for the gift, the strength of the blacksmith really lives up to its reputation." Mo Xian looked at Shi Tian calmly, and said.

"You..." Shi Tiantian was so speechless that a thousand catties of black iron was worth a lot, and he didn't dare to explain to Old Shi that this time he would have to suffer a lot.

……

On the way back, Kazhan kept chattering next to Mo Xian, asking him why he could make ordinary pig iron so hard.

Naturally, Mo Xian couldn't tell his secrets, he just said a lot in a vague way.

After returning to the Forging Pavilion, Mo Xian and the two of them privately told Zuo Gangyi what happened today, and the latter was also slightly shocked after hearing it.

However, many people knew about Shi Tian's idle, ignorant temperament, and he just thought that Shi Tian's own level was not very good.

As for the saved one thousand catties of black iron, Zuo Gang decided to let them distribute it by themselves, after all, they got it by themselves.

A thousand catties of black iron equaled nearly a thousand gold coins. After the two divided equally, Mo Xian got five hundred gold coins.

He had never seen so many gold coins in his life, and was so excited that he couldn't sleep for several days.

Seven days passed quickly, and Mo Xian had completely integrated into the Forging Bing Pavilion.

On this day, after everyone had left, he was still practicing flurry of wind splitting hammer.I didn't pay attention at all, a black figure was sticking to the door and listening carefully
"It's strange, how can these ordinary blacksmiths know such a weird hammering method, which seems to be chaotic, but is self-contained. If I know this kind of hammering method, I can definitely be promoted to a second-grade blacksmith!" Hei Ying Whispering to himself, there was a coveted light in his eyes.

Since the first day he heard the sound of Mo Xian hammering iron, he has been coming every day, and the more he listens, the more startled he is, and he has already guessed in his heart that this must be a very magical hammering method.

However, after listening to it for seven days in a row, he still couldn't get to the point. Impatiently, he had lost his patience and wished he could learn this hammering method immediately.

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Mo Xian was wielding a hammer, and was burying his head in dealing with the scraps on the forge, when there was a weird knock on the door.

He thought he heard it wrong, so he stopped what he was doing.

"Dong dong..."

There was another knock on the door, this time he heard it clearly.

By this time, everyone had basically left, and he was allowed to live here as an exception because he had no place to live.

"Who could it be?" Mo Xian walked to the door vigilantly, holding the hammer tightly in one hand, and asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Feng Yang!"

A human voice came from outside the door, which made Mo Xian suddenly stunned.

He had heard people mention Feng Yang. He was a blacksmith hired by the Forge Bing Pavilion at a high price. He was so arrogant that he looked down on ordinary blacksmiths at all.

"Senior Feng Yang, are you looking for me?" After opening the door, Mo Xian asked suspiciously.

Seeing that he was a guy who was only 15 years old, Feng Yang was obviously taken aback, "You...are you the only one here?"

"Yes, I have no place to live, so Uncle Zuo Gang asked me to live here temporarily." Mo Xian replied honestly.

"So, you should be an apprentice who just arrived, right? You have been forging inside these few days?" Feng Yang frowned even more. He couldn't believe it. With great skills.

"That's right!"

"Let me take a look?" Although it was a question, Feng Yang didn't give Mo Xian a chance to answer. He pushed him away and walked in.

After a little distinction, he went straight to the forging table that Mo Xian had forged before.

There is a very strange iron lump on the countertop, the color is very messy, as if multiple different materials have been softened and glued together.

He picked up the iron lump, the abnormal weight made his strong palm tremble, and he almost missed it.

After observing for a while, his pupils shrank suddenly.

This group of iron bumps is obviously a lot of discarded leftovers that were forcibly beaten together, and they are also different kinds of leftovers.

Originally, this was nothing, but... These waste materials have obviously shown signs of fusion.

As a first-rank blacksmith, Feng Yang naturally knew that this was a method only available to third-rank blacksmiths.

"Could it be that this kid is actually a third-grade blacksmith!" Feng Yang suddenly had a terrifying idea in his heart, but he immediately denied it.

A third-grade blacksmith is already an extremely rare existence, and it is simply not something a teenager can achieve.

"How did you fuse these materials?" Feng Yang stared at Mo Xian and asked in a deep voice.

"It seems that this guy is here for Luan Wu's hammer!" Mo Xian immediately realized what was going on. He is still too weak. Once the secret is known, it will definitely lead to death. He immediately pretended to be stupid and said: "Fusion!" What fusion, I just want to hammer these scraps together to see if I can make an iron lock and exercise my strength."

"Oh?" Feng Yang looked at Mo Xian suspiciously, as if he wanted to see something from his face.But the puzzled expression on the latter's face was very real, as if he didn't know it at first, it didn't look like an act at all.

"Strange, is it really a mistake? It's impossible!" Feng Yang was suspicious, but he didn't believe that the level that a third-grade blacksmith could reach was an apprentice who could reach it by mistake.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Yang said, "Have you heard of a blacksmith?"

"I heard it!"

"Want to become a blacksmith?"

"Isn't there anyone who doesn't want to be a blacksmith?" Mo Xian said seriously.

"Well, I am a blacksmith. From tomorrow on, you will be my assistant. I will let you become a blacksmith." Feng Yang nodded and said.

He was sure that there must be a secret in Mo Xian, and he was not the only blacksmith here, but also a higher level than him, if other blacksmiths discovered Mo Xian, then he might have no chance.

Therefore, he had to keep Mo Xian by his side first, and look for opportunities to dig out the secrets about him.

Mo Xian instinctively rejected this guy named Feng Yang, he was sure that the latter was trying to trick him.

However, if he refused at this time, it might arouse the other party's suspicion even more, so he could only pretend to be excited and said: "Really? That's really great!" This is in line with the reaction of a normal person.

"Well, from tomorrow onwards, you will be my apprentice." Feng Yang nodded, not noticing anything wrong with Mo Xian's expression.

After speaking, Feng Yang gave Mo Xian a weird look, and then left first.

"This guy must have noticed something. It seems that he has to be more careful in the future." Mo Xian watched Feng Yang leave slowly, and returned to the forging table with a low voice.

He was a little restless, not knowing what Feng Yang's plan was, so he simply stopped dealing with the lump of iron, and sat cross-legged on the ground to practice Hunyuan Tempering Body Art.

Soon, his mood calmed down and he entered a very mysterious state.

A stream of warm currents slowly circulated in his body, not only from the lightning mark, but also from the Hunyuan Tempering Body Art.

With the superposition of the two, his physical body is constantly getting stronger, at a speed far exceeding that of his peers.

This night seemed to be very long, and Mo Xian felt his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he was roasting on a furnace.

If anyone saw it from outside, they would find that Mo Xian's whole body was red at this moment, and there were even bursts of green smoke emitting from the top of his head, as if he had been roasted.

But Mo Xian felt very comfortable, the muscles, blood vessels and bones of his whole body seemed to be breathing deeply at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a bang in his head, and a sense of surging power surged throughout his body.

If there was a horned tree beside him at this time, he even felt that he could break it with one punch.

"Five-star warrior!" He opened his eyes, his face full of joy.

In a short period of time, he has been making sudden bursts, getting closer and closer to his goal, this speed is already astonishing.

However, there is not much time left, and he still has a long way to go if he wants to take the assessment of Taichu Academy in more than two months.

After the joy of breakthrough, the ensuing hunger almost made him fall to the ground.It seems that the lightning mark also consumes energy, and the consumption is not small.

"It seems that it's time to buy something with a lot of spiritual power to refine it."

Now Mo Xian's daily appetite has increased dramatically, and ordinary food seems to be unable to satisfy him at all.

It is difficult for people at the martial apprentice level to withstand the impact of some geniuses and treasures. This is why some children from big families can only follow the steps at the martial apprentice level.

But now that Mo Xian has the lightning mark, there should be no problem with this. What's more, he now has a huge sum of money, which should be enough to support his cultivation for a period of time.

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The next day, Mo Xian was brought into his private workshop by Feng Yang under the envious eyes of everyone.

This workshop with only one person is more than double the size of the previous workshop with more than 20 people crowded together, and the sound insulation effect is better, which is enough to show the high status of the blacksmith.

"From now on, you are my apprentice. You just need to continue to forge those scraps as usual every day." Feng Yang pointed to a high-standard furnace, and said to Mo Xian, "That's where you will learn to forge in the future." Here, you can ask me any questions you have.”

His purpose is obvious, that is, to secretly learn Mo Xian's flurry of dancing wind hammer.He thought that he had disguised himself very well, and a 15-year-old boy would never notice anything.

But he obviously underestimated Mo Xian, who actually knew his purpose from the very beginning.

In order not to make Feng Yang suspect, Mo Xian still nodded excitedly, and before Feng Yang could speak, he walked to the side of the furnace and forged the lump of iron.

"Hehe, a child is a child, as long as I give him something sweet, I will get everything I want!" Seeing that Mo Xian didn't seem to know anything, Feng Yang had a sneer on his face.

(End of this chapter)