The jingle echoes echoed in the air like ethereal music...
The sea of people standing far from the periphery of the cordon is like a colorful tapestry spreading out to the ground. And behind the cordon where the crowd stopped, were the four subhuman legions exuding a strong murderous air.
Even the high-ranking warriors of the cat people and bunny people who usually don't appear easily, are equipped with their own unique weapons (cat people: dagger flying knife, rabbit people: iron whip) and armors appear in front of people.
The four demi-human legions are dispatched at the same time, what is going on here
Is Duzhao, the host of the ghost black market, doing important things
Or is there an extraordinary battle going on
No, this is the periphery of Wujinfang.
It is different from Wujinfang, which is always full of enthusiasm and guests are like clouds. It is so quiet now that people can even hear their own heartbeats.
People were whispering, some dressed as craftsmen, sitting on the ground with a thick notebook in their hands, gathered the greatest attention and closed their eyes and listened. If anyone in the crowd has a slightly louder voice, these craftsmen will immediately cast murderous eyes to shut up the other party.
Every time the ethereal voice sounds, the expressions of the craftsmen will change drastically. Like desperate students, they try to understand what they hear, and then write down the layman in the notebook. Notes that people don’t understand at all.
Why is that voice so special
Because it was the sound of hammering when a hammer of gold was working.
After many years of silence, Yiqiangjin suddenly picked up the Bijing Hammer and started working again!
This news not only shook the world of craftsmen, but also caused an uproar in the entire supernatural world. The sensational effect even overwhelmed the ongoing first round of the Golden Wheel Treasure Merchants arena.
All the craftsmen and tourists rushing from all directions from the spiritual world wanted to see with their own eyes how the king of gold, who was at the pinnacle of casting skills, displayed his magical skills.
And the casting technique of one-shot gold is a priceless secret to the black market of gods and ghosts, so the chief steward Nan Bowan immediately mobilized the four sub-human legions to prevent all kinds of people from approaching Wujinfang.
Watching the lively crowd whispering, the craftsmen who missed a glimpse of the magical skills guessed the position and strength of the hammer with the hammer.
So there was the weird scene now, the quiet crowd and the craftsman who closed their eyes and listened.
Inside Wujinfang, the apprentices were extremely emotional, and never expected that Master would have another day to take action.
Many apprentices were grateful for not being able to get their graduation certificates, because many of the brothers who had graduated before had already been out of their teachers and could not be counted as apprentices of Wujinfang, and they were not qualified for free entry, so they were blocked by the legion.
Rao is so, even a hammer of gold does not allow anyone to approach his abandoned kiln.
There was a handy dwarf apprentice who wanted to take a peek, but Bijing hammer left a "graduation certificate" on his face as soon as he appeared.
It’s not because of the selfishness of having a unique skill to hide and don’t want to spread, but the armor he is going to build for Ashin and Abigail this time is very important, except for the hapless werewolf who was dragged in by him before, anyone else Appearing in the waste kiln would distract him.
And as a first-class craftsman, the arrogance and professional ethics of a hammering gold do not allow any omissions.
"Shit..."
The sound of the red metal thrown into the water sounded, and there was an incredible whisper among the apprentices.
"Quenching so quickly? This is not in line with the normal process at all, right?"
"How can Master's methods fall into the normal category?"
"But the two armors need to be built for at least a few days, and the finished product will not be much better. Isn't it a bit too fast like this?"
"No, I heard that the material this time is the star iron brought by Master Mingshuangclaw, which is not the same as the ordinary material! So the process and speed will not be the usual."
At this time, a loud voice came from the crack of the abandoned kiln: "Little stone? Little stone?! Where did it go?!"
The apprentices looked at each other: "The little stone is really bad. We can't even go in. The master likes him so much, but he doesn't see anyone. Alas...not to mention that people are more popular than others, and they are more angry than a lizard!"
Little Stone is a right-hand man with a great deal of gold. Not only is he diligent and clever, but also because of his lizard-men's scaly physique,
It is one of the few apprentices who can withstand the high temperature of the waste kiln. So when you start to work with a lot of money, the first person who wants to ask for help is the little stone.
But today, this guy who would respond to Master's call at any time on weekdays, but disappeared before such a rare learning opportunity, the one-shot daughter who originally wanted to teach a few skills couldn't help but be upset.
A human apprentice courageously walked to the door: "Master, I live in a dormitory with Little Stone. He went out before and took away a lot of mystery clouds. I didn’t think it was weird and didn’t ask. He returned to the dormitory two hours ago and started to pack his luggage in a panic, and then I came here with the others and never saw him again."
The dwarf apprentice with the "face-printed graduation certificate" approached again and bowed to the door grinningly and said, "Master, while you were working, I saw Little Stone was taken away by two werewolves."
The voice of a golden hammer came out: "I was taken away? How did this kid have something to do with the werewolf? Forget it, just come in!"
As soon as the golden voice fell, the apprentices stayed for a while, then ran into the door like a torrent, desperately pulling others back to let themselves in.
The door, which had long since been shattered, was unable to withstand this violent force and was instantly smashed into pieces.
Yi Qianjin turned that scary face, staring angrily: "What are you doing?!" He raised the Bijing hammer in his hand, and seemed to want to smash a "graduation certificate" on someone's face again.
The crowded apprentices were trembling with fright, and violently retracted their bodies desperately, only to squeeze in a funny way at the door and couldn't get out. This time even the pillars on both sides of the door frame began to appear cracks.
"Bastard! Do you want to demolish my ancestral abandoned kiln?!" Suddenly, the eyes widened for a few more times, and his appearance became even more horrible. He stepped forward and kicked his head. An apprentice was kicked out a long way lightly, lying on the ground humming and unable to get up for a long time.
A hammer of gold turned around and picked up the werewolf who had been dragged into the waste kiln before.
The werewolf actually lost four laps of weight in his entire body in less than a day. His pupils have lost focus, and his tongue has drooped out of his mouth in an imageless manner. The hair of his whole body is wet and clinging to his body. It seems that he has completely collapsed under the double abuse of severe water loss and high temperature.
Throwing the werewolf outside: "You can't do it anymore. I will let you go this time. If you dare to damage the things in Wujinfang, I will directly train you!" He turned and returned to the sink: "When you can get up, immediately go back to the Werewolf Autonomous Region and ask for me, where did your little stone take you werewolves?!"
"Goo~~~Howl~~~~" The werewolf turned over, two stick legs banged a few times, whining meaningless* in his mouth, and slowly crawled towards the apprentice workshop.
With a somewhat contemptuous "sneer", Qianjin Qianjin turned around and returned to the sink to look at the armor that was rapidly cooling. The filthy water churned out bubbles, reflecting his scary face.
Qian Jin looked at his face, his eyes became blurred, and the memories in his mind were as dirty and intense as the water in this sink...
That year, a hammer of gold had just completed the casting of the gates of the outer organs of the gods and ghosts black market. The gate that Ashin passed through was covered with the head of the fraudster, and the fire shovel with the only key to the gate in Turner's hand was there It was made by him at the time.
And that year was also the year when the only child with a hammering gold was married.
The son and daughter-in-law, who had a great deal of money, were overhauling the door for their father. They happened to meet Turner who just came to deliver the looted property. Two young people who had been married for less than half a month were tortured to death by sexual Turner. Up.
Looking at the miserable corpses of his son and daughter-in-law, the red blood and tears shed from a hammer of gold. The fire shovel made for the gods and ghosts on the black market has actually become a weapon to kill the family... This is the irony of karma, or the tragedy of fate.
And Duclaw only offered condolences lightly, with no intention of punishing Turner at all, which completely gave up on the black market of gods and ghosts.
From that day on, the cognition and attitude towards the artifacts made by himself has changed drastically. Since then, he has never cast any objects, and even the request of the single claw will be unceremoniously rejected. .
To this day, he wields the Bijing Hammer again for two special people.
Two armors, not two weapons for attack.
One is Abigail, who killed his father by his work, and the other is Ashin, who slashed Turner for him.
With sour eyes, he twisted his creaky neck, and reached out to take the formed armor out of the sink and carefully examined it.
From the fit between the structure and the user, to the defensiveness against various blows, even the decorative patterns on the exterior will never slack off.
The world's number one master craftsman raised the Bijing hammer, completely forgetting himself under the full percussion, and gradually the world became distant.
The fire, the apprentice, the sink, the waste kiln, and even the sound were completely gone.
But a hammer of gold suddenly awakened, this is not the feeling of selflessness, but some huge power quietly shrouded here!
He hammered Bijing flat on his chest and looked at the surrounding areas where the scenery had begun to blur with caution: "Who? Pretending to be a ghost, come out quickly! Otherwise, you're welcome!"
"Sorry, because I can't show up easily, I have to open this illusion barrier."
A gleaming door opened in mid-air, and a tall and thin man in white walked out from behind the door, his pale skin glowing like a marble slab that had been frozen for thousands of years.
Although it is a human, it looks even more like a vampire than Frederick.
"I'm here to entrust you with a job." The cold and crisp voice purged the hot air in the waste kiln, and the Prince of Persia used his empty green eyes to look at the gold medal: "I wanted to see you a long time ago. A hammer of gold..." (End of this chapter)