Pirate: I am a great swordsman

Ding, ding, ding!

Jike kept waving the sledgehammer in his hand, rhythmically beating the calcined material. At this moment, these sounds were not only not harsh, but more like beating notes

, and as the beating of these forgers began, the people in the arena had slowly stopped in front of their favorite weapons.

In front of each forge was surrounded by a large number of people.

There are only a few people here in Jike, and most of them are women, after all, when you look at those rough men, where is the little brother in front of you good-looking.

The point is that Dorkin, unmarried!

They are different from Ves's observation point, which looks at the sword, and they look at people.

Phoenix is surrounded by the most people, not only because he is the favorite to win the tournament, but also because there are so many people betting on him.

There are also a few people because of the weapon he is forging now

, a sword, a

single-edged sword that is very common in the world of pirates.

And Phoenix also has his own ambitions, this competition, he took out the best materials collected in the past ten years, and made the most adequate preparations before forging.

Roll the sheets last night

! He found that this would improve his physical performance in a short period of time!

In this competition, he wanted to build a supreme fast knife.

In the past eleven competitions, the best result of the champion is the big fast knife, and the worst result is also the big fast knife level weapon, which no one has ever surpassed.

He wanted to build one, so that he would be the first weapon in the history of the forging tournament to create a supreme quality, which would be an unprecedented honor.

Although he knew that some of the supreme fast knives were the same as the black knives, and they were all successful because the users of the great fast knives continued to use their own blood and domineering cultivation, he wanted to give it a try

! No, it doesn't mean impossible

! This is Phoenix's wish, and it is also his attitude!

The noisy voices around him seemed to be far away from him at this moment, and he was immersed in striking iron. The people around him seemed to notice this, silently closed their mouths and stopped talking.

A day passed!

Someone had successfully built his weapon and handed it to the assembly, and in the shaking of half of the judges' heads, it was judged to be a good knife, and he took the weapon and left.

It was sold to someone else.

Why don't you sell weapons, keep them for yourself? Please, I'm just a blacksmith! The

referee sitting in the simple shed looked at the crowd of people who were striking iron, and after just one day, there were one-fifth fewer people on it.

There are a total of ten old men, each of whom is a former casting master, and some even have won the championship in the competition, so they naturally have a unique vision.

Now that his body is old, he may not have the physical strength to forge a good weapon, but his vision is becoming more and more accurate.

"Who do you think will win this time?" asked an old man with a gray beard.

"I'm not sure who it is, but it's in the middle of those two!" said a bald old man.

"Two?" the old man pondered silently, for he could see that there were five, and if he said that, wouldn't it mean that his vision was not good, and he wouldn't say anything about death.

"Yes, the imp named Erickson in the third row and Phoenix, just two of them!" the bald head continued.

"I'm watching the two, too, but not the Erikson kid!" Suddenly an old man with silver hair spoke, and the rest of the people looked at him to see what they could say.

This man was the champion of the competition thirty years ago, Enli! The weapon at that time was a pheasant knife, and it is said that when the knife was built, the contestants simply gave up the competition.

"Didn't you notice that little imp in Peck's house?" Enley's eyes twinkled, and he saw the appearance of Jike's casting, as if he was admiring a work of art.

Everyone's eyes were directed, and when they looked at the man named Erickson, it seemed that he was indeed a little worse. But there are also two or three people who have always believed in their own gaze.

So the jury was divided into two parts.

Part of the idea that the championship was born between Eriksen and Phoenix.

Some believe that the champion was born between Jike and Phoenix.

Seeing such a situation, if it weren't for the fact that these people were referees, they would all want to open the game to gamble.

The referee's bench fell silent like this, watching everyone's game.

During the night, the people who watched the game had already returned one after another, leaving only those who wanted to learn the technique.

The cool night breeze blew away the heat from some volcanoes.

Some people put their materials back in the furnace to calcin, close their eyes and recuperate.

Someone still tapped the materials in their hands!

Someone handed in the weapon they had forged, and after grading it, they sold it.

At this moment, Weiss noticed a person, watched him take the weapon in his hand, and saw that no one was disturbing Jike, so he walked over.

"Judges, this is the weapon I have built in preparation for this competition" The person who came was a very young man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old.

"Revolver? It's rare to compete with a weapon like this!"

the bald old man whispered, picking up the gun in his hand, disassembling it with a dizzying speed of his hands, and carefully looking at the various parts that lay on the table.

The referees were also polite, and directly picked up the parts and observed.

"The error is very small, even smaller than what the machine builds. It's nice to be able to make such a delicate part just by feeling it," said the gray-bearded old man.

"But it's a pity, it's too much distraction

!" "What do you think?"

"It's probably at the level of the quality of the good knife!" an

old man said, and the rest of the people nodded one after another, as if they agreed with this evaluation.

"Thank you for the referee's affirmation" The young man seemed to be very satisfied with this evaluation, and directly assembled the gun, picked it up and walked out of the greenhouse.

"Wait!" The

young man turned around and saw Vis walking towards him, and subconsciously took a step back, he had seen the original newspaper, so he naturally knew

who this person was!"Don't you know what the Sword Demon Lord commanded?" The young man looked cautiously at this person who was younger than himself.

People are more popular than people

! Someone else's name has already resounded all over the sea, and he is still here to strike iron!

" "I don't know if you need to sell the gun in your hand? I want to buy this gun!" said Weiss.

Jack didn't say anything about it, it was Weiss himself who noticed it.

"Yes, I originally wanted to sell it, and selling it to the Sword Demon Lord must be the best result" The young man said, it was good to be able to have a relationship with the Sword Demon

! In the end, the two of them sold for five million Baileys

! This is definitely a premium deal

! Guns are not as sought-after as swords, and there are no competitors here!

The night passed, and many people sold their weapons.

There were only twenty people left on the field.

A day and a night

had passed, and there were only ten men left

on the field! At this moment, Jike had dropped the star-studded stone into it

! Three days had passed since the start

of the game! There were only two people on the field

! Jike, Phoenix!

The man named Erikson had built his weapon and was waiting for the final judgment!

In the morning, Phoenix finished his weapon, a sword of the quality of a big fast sword! but he was not happy because he did not live up to his expectations.

But he didn't regret it, because he had given it all!