Commanding Wind and Cloud

Several warrior students who stayed in the library, when they heard the vigorous self-talk, they all looked at him with surprised eyes, secretly guessing where did this brainless warrior student come from? Those Beria demons with curvy horns, yellow hair, and strong stature, although they are relatively lazy among the demons, they are still one of the seven major tribes of the demons! Among the fierce and terrifying demons, which one of the seven tribes is not a strong one? To underestimate the Belial demons here? Who do you think you are? Demon warrior?

"Belia Demons, Belia Demons." Qian Jin left his seat with some excitement in his heart. He had only read about Belia Demons in books before, and he had gone through some life-and-death battles, but he had never really fought with Demons. This time, he finally had the opportunity to see live Demons!

Mozu! The ultimate enemy of the Zhence Dynasty warriors! In the eyes of many people, a warrior who has never fought against the demons is not qualified to be called a real warrior!

After two years away from Oakland Academy of Magic and Warriors, Jinjin is now like a transparent person. There is no teacher to manage him, and no one will come forward to ask him. When he walked out of the academy gate during class, the uncle at the gate didn't stop him.

"Hello, welcome, what do you need?"

The front door of the blacksmith shop that was a bit shabby two years ago has already been decorated to look like that. Even the employees in the shop have changed into uniforms and stood in front of the door very politely to greet them.

Two years have changed a lot. Before standing in front of the door, someone would be able to recognize him. He smiled enthusiastically and was about to speak when a rough roar sounded like thunder in the room: "Welcome! Boy, do you know who he is? When you see Master Qian, you should call the boss, you are here?"

Grandmaster? Whether it's the clerk or the customer in the room, they all focused their curious eyes on Qian Jin. Could such a young person be a master?

If someone else yelled that, everyone would just take it as a joke, but it happened that the one who yelled was Franlin, the number one blacksmith in Oakland, who was usually called a master by others, but today he actually called such a young guy a master?

"You're finally here." Flanlin grabbed Ke Jin's hand, walked around the shop, and shouted to all the shop assistants, "Do you see clearly? This is Master Qiang. You will have to respect him more than me in the future to know?"

Under the stunned gaze of all the clerks, Qi Jin felt his cheeks warm up, and hurriedly dragged Flanlin to the backyard to forge an iron stove.

"Boy, you came here quite early today, don't you need to go to class?"

"I'm going to prepare something, and I need to go out in a few days."

"Going out again? You won't be missing for two years this time, right? Simply, I'll hire you a team of adventurers to be your bodyguards."

"This... I don't need it, anyway, I am also a warrior..."

People listened to the conversation between the two walking towards the backyard and looked at each other, hiring a team of adventurers? This is not a small price! Even if the store manager himself didn't protect his own life like this, why would he spend so much money to protect such a young man? Could it be that he is a descendant of some large force?

"Yo! The energy is back."

"Ha! Really motivated!"

"I've been missing for two years, and I've grown a lot taller."

The blacksmiths in the backyard of the blacksmith shop were still the same blacksmiths two years ago. They stopped their work one by one and hugged Gan Jin affectionately one after another, without delaying their relationship with each other because of the two years.

"Where have you been these two years?"

"Boy, do you know how worried we are about your disappearance for the past two years?"

Energetic looking at the blacksmiths around him, you said one word to another, a warm current surged in his chest, these people have no power, no money, but their feelings are a hundred times, a thousand times more real than those so-called high social status people in Luo Lin's house yesterday.

"What are you all doing around Gan Jin?" Flanlin pushed the crowd: "Go to work! Work quickly! He will go out in a few days, so don't crowd here and hinder his preparations."

As soon as everyone heard that Mo Jin was going to prepare for going out, they immediately dispersed and emptied the best blacksmithing stove for him. Piles of iron blanks were pushed in front of him by the trolley, and all the blacksmiths backed away, looking expectantly at Mo Jin standing in front of the blacksmith shop.

Two years ago, in order to forge a horse-chopping knife, Ke Jin consumed a lot of iron embryos from the blacksmith's shop. Everyone still remembers it vividly. The sharp and hard kitchen knife is even more amazing.

The unique metal impact sound that had disappeared in the blacksmith shop for two years suddenly sounded again.

Flanlin stared blankly at the energy in blacksmithing. He thought that the two years of hard work on blacksmithing skills by himself should have narrowed the distance between the two sides in blacksmithing skills. He didn't expect to find out after two years that the energy of blacksmithing skills had been sublimated to another level.

One morning, the two-handed sword that Shui Lianying'er needed was quietly placed on the weapon rack with a dazzling cold light.

Fralin tapped the blade of the great sword lightly with his fingers, and was amazed by the crisp metal buzzing sound. It took less than one morning for such a huge sword body from the iron embryo to the shape and then to the front, to complete this nine-level great sword.

Afterwards, all the forgings made by the enthusiasm were small things, rows of throwing knives that were as long as the palm of your hand, and those shining arrows.

After the arrow forging was completed, Jin Jin was not in a hurry to install arrow bodies for various arrows. According to the records of weapons in Blacksmith's shop, Jin Jin had a deeper understanding of arrows.

Generally speaking, arrows are divided into one type, also known as eight arrows, and further subdivided into ninety-eight different types, such as three-pronged arrows, Daxi arrows, no buckle arrows, no feather arrows, etc...

Seeing that the fire was extinguished vigorously and carefully, Flanlin asked with a smile: "It's done? Why don't you finish the bow and arrow before leaving?"

Enthusiastically shook his head, there are not enough materials here, and he needs to ask Fabredis for help: "I still have something to do, come back another day."

Flanlin didn't stay motivated either. At this time, the enthusiasm to retain him seemed unreasonable. Where did his family say that he wanted to retain his own people?

"Boy, go early and come back early."

"Well, I got it." Qian Jin walked out of the yard, suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "By the way, that big sword. If a woman named Shui Lian Ying'er comes, remember to give it to her."

"Remember!" Keen turned his head and waved, and walked all the way to Fabredis' home.

At the end of the long street, a young man wearing the uniform of a fighter student from the Oakland Academy of Magic and Warrior held a flexible wooden stick in his hand, blocking his way.

"Are you motivated?"

He stopped vigorously and nodded, looking at the soldier student in front of him who blocked his way, with a second-year badge, his body is fairly strong, but there are many, many dissatisfaction accumulated between his brows.

"Why?" The young soldier student looked up and down his enthusiasm: "Why? Can you represent the college district in the exam? This position should have been mine!"

Mo Jin suddenly understood and laughed. After a long time, it was Rodriguez who posted the list of candidates for the exam, which made this confident soldier student very dissatisfied.

"Why are you laughing? I have worked hard for this day for two years!" The Young Warrior Academy kicked a section of the stick that was pressing down on the ground with its toe, and the long stick trembled lightly and urgently with both hands: "I heard that you even spent two years in the trial. Why did you take my quota away? Give it back!"

"It wouldn't be a problem if I gave it to you in the past." Tsk tut twice vigorously: "But the problem now is that Mr. Rodriguez used all his wealth to gamble on this exam, and I can't let you destroy all his wealth. So, kid, I'm sorry."

"Little friend?" The young soldier raised his eyebrows, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes turned into anger: "No? I'll hit you today!"

Level seven competition! The enthusiasm was a bit unexpected, no wonder this kid dared to come to him, he was really proud of his strength at this age.

Lifting the long stick in the young soldier's hand, his waist and legs drove his body up and down slightly, like a cavalry riding a horse on the battlefield. With a shake of his arm, the front vanguard holding the stick in both hands became the point of attack. The whole long stick was like a poisonous snake suddenly rushing out of the cave.

Borrowing the momentum of the impact, the long stick reached Mo Jin's waist in the blink of an eye, and Young even heard the muffled sound of the stick hitting an object in advance.

There was another tsk tsk in the air, and the use of the stick focused on the strength of the vanguard. This young man's basic skills are quite solid. If he met him two years ago, it would take a little effort to deal with him, now?

The long stick reached the waist of the drive, the warrior's vanguard suddenly exerted force again, and the front of the long stick suddenly flicked! The stick was inserted towards the side of Qian Jin's body, and the tip of the stick was about one foot in length, and there was a bang! Draw towards the energetic waist and eyes!

Work hard! The motivation was a little more surprising, and the most powerful place to hit people with a stick was the tip of the stick and the tip of the stick about a foot away from the tip. The hitting power of this section of the stick is greater than that of other places. Therefore, any point between the tip of the stick and the tip of the stick within one foot from the tip is called the force point. When the enemy and the enemy are fighting, each of them wants to use this section of stick to hit each other.

boom! The stick hit Gan Jin's waist, and the scream of pain predicted by the soldier did not come, but the stick that hit Qian Jin exploded out of thin air with a crackling sound, countless sawdust floated in the air, and a force followed the half of the stick and exploded in his palm, and the tiger's mouth was torn, and a little bright red burst out.

this? How can it be? The young soldier felt numbness in his shoulders, and stared blankly at the momentum walking towards him. It was just a tall figure, but he didn't know whether it was because of the setting sun, or because of the aftermath of the broken stick just now, it became extremely tall, like a legendary troll.