Chapter 568 Let’s have a fight
The clothes he wore today were long-sleeved shirts. After Aisha hugged his arm as a shield, what appeared in his heart was not surprise, but a trace of regret.
The proud and abundant justice has four layers of defense on the outside, including sleeves, Aisha's jacket and underwear, and a protective shield. Even so, when the two of them got close and accidentally rubbed their elbows, they could still feel the tenacity and unyieldingness.
Aisha didn't think there was anything wrong, but Laiki behind her was even more annoying.
However, with her braless hot pants and exquisite small bag, her calm temperament as a martial artist is gone, and instead she looks like a fashionable cover girl.
"Teacher, someone is pestering you? Beat him!"
Ye Lin seemed to have a fierce look on his face, cracking his fingers and making a clicking sound, but the real purpose was to make his elbows rub a little.
"A talented martial arts genius wants to compete with me for verification, but there are some deep conflicts between male and female fighters. Forget it, I won't tell you this."
Aisha suddenly frowned. This man seemed to have a body filled with lead. He moved extremely slowly, grinding and grinding, taking three steps and stopping one step at a time.
"Go faster!"
"Yes! But teacher, there is a conflict between men and women, so why are you still willing to teach me fighting skills?"
"Because although you are poor, you are also willing to work hard, which gives me a small sense of accomplishment."
The warmth of happiness was destined to be only temporary. Aisha took him out of the fighting arena and took the initiative to let go of her arms, making Ye Lin suddenly look lost.
"Why are your sleeves torn?"
Aisha's beautiful eyes were full of weirdness. How could the arm she was holding just now have a long hole in it?
"This is the trend this year, breathable and cool!" He suddenly looked embarrassed, stuttered, and reluctantly found an excuse.
"Oh~ Really~"
Aisha's eyes narrowed slightly and she didn't comment on this. She was not as silly and sweet as Mailu, so little tricks could never escape her eyes.
But it was a bit funny to see him looking so embarrassed.
A wisp of autumn wind blew up, blowing the ends of Elsa's tied ponytail, swaying on the side of her graceful waist, looking youthful and beautiful, as beautiful as poetry and painting.
"Teacher, come, I will take you somewhere."
"Where to go?"
"Su Nan Workshop!"
The famous blacksmith organization, comparable to the names of masters such as Gu Gulian, is stationed in a street south of Suran City, where almost all blacksmith shops are located.
Of course, any blacksmith who wants to open a shop on this street must have sufficient qualifications and be recognized by Suran Workshop.
It is not uncommon for ordinary blacksmiths to occasionally make mistakes in quenching, forging, etc. out of good materials and make junk equipment due to a careless moment.
But this is absolutely prohibited in Sonam Workshop!
If any blacksmith makes mistakes more than three times, he will be strictly assessed by the Su Nan Workshop again. Of course, if a customer deliberately causes damage, the Su Nan Workshop will not be lenient.
And because the Green Dragon Conference has attracted the popularity of adventurers, these days, the blacksmith shop of Suran Workshop is at full power, with hammers clanking all day long, and often working overtime.
Just approaching the blacksmith's shop, the heat was completely different from the cool autumn breeze, and it suddenly transported people to midsummer, as if the sky was blazing with the sun.
Ye Lin was very familiar with the road and found a blacksmith shop with the largest area in the middle of the street.
There is no sign on the outside of this blacksmith shop, and it is nameless, but it is the one that receives the most orders from the royal family. It is said that Kalua, the god of blacksmiths, once forged a teaching weapon here - meditation!
Most of the blacksmiths I saw along the way were strong, wearing sleeveless shirts, with bronze complexions, and spoke boldly and forcefully.
In Xuzu, blacksmithing is a high-paying profession. It is a good job where you can make friends with high-ranking officials and top powerful people.
He led Aisha through the outer door, showed a sign to the apprentice at the door, and then pulled Aisha into the backyard.
There were many fires going on inside, and the powerful metal was beating, sputtering out some debris and sparks.
You may think it's noisy here at first, but once you get used to the environment inside, the blacksmiths' thick and powerful arms and the materials gradually deforming under the hammers are full of beauty and power, which is pleasing to the eye.
In the corner of the backyard, Linus, who was holding a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, waved, spit out an irregular circle, and complained: "You kid, you have posed a problem for us. This weapon cost us a lot of effort."
"Where are you standing? Come here and help. If you miss the heat, I will melt you!"
A sudden loud shout made Linus, who was grumbling, extremely angry. He quickly put out his cigarette and went to help.
If it had been someone else who scolded him, Linus would have drawn his sword and started a conflict with Linus' hidden strength.
However, the other person was an old man with a slightly fat body, a red face, and a little bit of rosacea. He was none other than the legendary blacksmith of the Bantu tribe, Gu Gulian!
Linus and Renault, the Bantu blacksmith, are close friends, but the other person is also Renault's master. Regardless of his age or seniority, he can control his level. A pair of ivory-white jade-like weapons just came out of the furnace. Even after being continuously calcined in a roaring fire and ignited with a strong aura, there was no trace of blackening on the surface, and no sign of redness.
"Perfect, quench directly!" Gu Gulian nodded and ordered.
Linus carefully held the weapon and slowly placed it into a basin of scarlet liquid. Dense bubbles immediately rolled up on the water, and some light smoke and water vapor evaporated.
"That's diluted dragon blood..." Ye Lin explained in a low voice.
After the weapon slowly cooled down and was modified by the blacksmith's craftsmanship, the Oriental stick, which looked as white as jade but exuded incredible power, was perfectly born.
Zheng!
Gugulainn nodded slightly, pulled out a sacred-grade sword from the shelf beside him, and slashed it down with the Oriental Staff.
There was a crisp sound, and no trace was left on the surface of the Dongfang stick, but the artifact-grade sword had been crisply broken from it.
"Dragon teeth are the base, dragon blood is tempered, and the master operates."
Linus lit a new cigarette for himself and handed the oriental stick to Ye Lin, but he didn't hold it in his hand for a few seconds before passing it on to Aisha.
"Huh? You really gave it to me?"
Aisha was startled for a moment. She fell in love with this oriental stick at first sight, but because the material was too precious, she didn't feel that this weapon was for her.
"Just think of it as the tuition I gave you. I still have a lot of dragon teeth. I can build you a suit of bone armor. If it's not enough, I'll kill you."
Ye Lin spread his hands generously. I heard that Lao Pi gained weight after eating and drinking well in heaven.
Carefully stroking the jade-like oriental stick with both hands, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth in joy, with a smile as bright as a flower, "That's no need, I don't want to wear all my teeth."
The Dongfang stick was accepted as a gift, and Ye Lin respectfully greeted several familiar blacksmith masters, and Xinda also came.
"It's a pity, I don't know where that old guy from Xibo is. It's a pity that he doesn't come, Zinda, what do you think." Gugulainen sighed with regret.
He carries the Bantu specialty mare's kumiss with him. This spicy and strange-smelling drink is even unbearable for Xilan, who has never been picky about drinks. Frankly speaking, is this something people drink?
"I guess he is still looking for suitable materials to build the most beautiful equipment."
Sindar is the thinnest among blacksmiths, but no blacksmith dares to have even the slightest doubt about his skills.
Not only is he widely recognized for his superb skills, but also because his master is Kalua, the god of blacksmiths.
Both he and Gugulain were invited here by Suran Workshop, and their purpose was naturally to hold the world's best blacksmith conference just like Lin met in Hutton Mar Square that night!
A few years ago, due to the mysterious "disappearance" of Kalua and the invasion of Belmare by the Delos Empire, the holding of the Blacksmith Conference had no choice but to stop.
Aisha poked Ye Lin's arm, still a little confused. She didn't know the reason why these masters, or even "national treasures" gathered together.
"It's like this. The masters are planning to have Askar announce a blacksmith conference after the Blue Dragon Conference. It's a hidden surprise."
Because Gugulainn was old and the journey from the Snowy Land of Stun to Suran was long, he originally didn’t want to come.
But I didn't expect that Su Nan Workshop was so determined that it rented a Dornier from the Chamber of Commerce to pick up and drop off the whole journey, and forcefully invited this legendary master to take charge.
Linus reached out and knocked on the basin made of Nian Qi ore, and exclaimed: "Boy, the dragon blood you gave me is indeed a treasure, but it is also overbearing. Ordinary materials cannot withstand the baptism of dragon blood."
"Oh, you compare mud with divine iron?"
Gugulainen, who was sitting aside and smoking a pipe, showed disdain. Part of this pot of dragon's blood would be given to the top few as prizes at the blacksmith conference.
"Okay, kid, take your things and leave quickly. We all stink of sweat. We'll bring you some good materials when you have them." He waved his hand in disgust, as if he was too lazy to entertain the two of them.
However, Ye Lin knew that Gu Gulian was typically cold-faced and warm-hearted, so he pulled Aisha to salute and then left.
……
A pair of oriental sticks that looked like white jade, the more Aisha looked at them, the more she liked them. Not only did they look beautiful, they were tough in texture, but they also fit perfectly in the hand.
With a wave in the air, it seems like a dragon roaring, which can add a bit of pressure to the momentum.
The two walked slowly to Feng Ling's house. One felt that the challenge of the Qinglong Conference was not exciting, and the other felt helpless being pestered by those old men.
"Ye Lin, let's have a fight, shall we?" Aisha suddenly turned her head, her beautiful eyes burning with unprecedented enthusiasm.
"No problem, but I'm a bad guy, so be gentle."
"No, no, no, I mean, it's a test of strength, not a skill test. You use a sword, I use an oriental stick."
(End of chapter)